Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2301 Desert (3)

Shaky, feeling that the whole body is not strong.

The skeletons are about to be torn apart.

She sat quietly for a while, then closed her eyes again.

Close your eyes, rest your mind, and adjust your breathing.

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In the evening of this day, the mighty convoy finally left the customs as scheduled.

After passing the interrogation, the gate slowly opened.

After the convoy passed, it was slowly closed again.

It was evening, the desert was solitary, and the twilight was heavy.

The wild geese flying south, flying high above the clouds, like sentinels, their squeaks resounded through the sky.

The vast land, the barren weeds.

The dry and bitter air, the unbearable bitter cold for human organs.

Passing through the last pass, the convoy will completely enter the heart of the desert wasteland.

The sandstorm that urges the liver to crack the gallbladder is like a strong wind that can sweep away everything.

Under the boundless and vast sky, these thin people from the Central Plains were tortured wantonly and cruelly.

The wind and sand blinded people's eyes, and the cold wind hurt people's knees.

The convoy moved forward with difficulty, and the strong wind even blew into the only sedan chair.

The wind and sand hit the face, as if the air was full of harsh particles.

Take a sip, it feels like the nasal cavity is blocked and the breathing is blocked.

Leaning in the sedan chair and quietly closing her eyes, the little princess frowned silently.

My throat is so dry that it's hard to breathe.

She couldn't help it and coughed twice.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

Outside the sedan chair, the aunt in charge is also having a hard time.

Although she was too old to suffer such torture, she complained endlessly, quickened her pace, and walked to the front of the convoy.

"General, how long will it take to arrive?"

"Look at this day, is it going to rain?"

After all, he is still from the Central Plains, and has no concept of desert in his mind.

The general in charge of the guard, riding on the horse, glanced at the already dark sky, with a serious expression on his face.

"There are still two miles to go, and we will be there in half an hour."

"It's just that today... a sandstorm should be coming."

There are not many other things in the Northwest, but there are many sandstorms.

Sandstorms usually come on winter nights, small sandstorms are fine, but if there is a big sandstorm...

He didn't think about it anymore, but tightened the rein in his hand.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Please tell Her Royal Highness, Auntie, to be patient. I will hurry up and deliver the princess to the tribe safely."

"So, it's hard work, General."

It was not easy for the aunt in charge to hammer her old arms and legs.

Before the pampered little princess said anything, she couldn't take it anymore.

Limp back. .

Her Royal Highness's personal servant girl took the opportunity to hand the princess a water bag at this time.

Worried.

"Princess, are you okay? How is your body? Can you still bear it?"

"..." The little princess, who was so thirsty that she could hardly speak, opened the stopper with a pale face, and gulped down the water.

The sweet water moistened the almost burning throat, coughed, choked, but still wanted to drink.

The water was so cold that it was about to freeze, even a little frozen.

But she couldn't care less about being cold now.

After drinking all the water in the water bag, there is still something to say.

She licked her moist red lips, and her moist and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

The face was clean and clear like a little white rabbit, inexplicably a little more charming.

Like a fox cast in the wrong fetus, a little less agile, but a little more lazy.

Between the pale brows, there are a few hints of glamorous color.

(End of this chapter)