surnamed Wang

Deep in the Gobi Desert in the northwest desert, a steed horse came from east to west. The horse was black in body, except for a pinch of white hair on its forehead.

This white-fronted horse has a good food on weekdays, and has been bred to be fat, strong, and shiny. It is obviously a rare and good horse.

The horse's legs are good, but in this place full of yellow sand, it can't use its strength. The raised hooves can always pick up a lot of sand, but the more it is like this, the faster its physical strength will be exhausted. , It could have traveled thousands of miles a day, but it slowed down after walking more than 300 miles, foam dripped from the corners of its mouth from time to time, and there was a wheezing sound from its nostrils.

The man on horseback obviously felt sorry for his mount, he stopped every [-] to [-] miles to let it rest for a while, and fed the water that he couldn't bear to drink to this fine horse that was worth a thousand dollars.

The man who drives the horse is a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, he is very pleasing with his delicate features, he belongs to the type that women like when he sees it, and men like it even more...

Taking advantage of the interval between drinking horses, the young man straightened the mane of the horse's neck while observing the direction of the sun with a frown. He had been going around in this desert for five days, and logically he should have arrived at his destination three days ago. But he encountered a sandstorm on the way, and his only remaining map was swept into the yellow sand in the sky. He could only move forward with his shallow experience.

Originally, he was desperate the morning before yesterday, and the few water and food supplies were exhausted, but there is no unparalleled road, he encountered an oasis on the way, and he drank happily by the lake alone. Only then continue to move.

There are not many edible things in the oasis, and the fresh and tender grass all over the ground is very suitable for the horse's appetite. The young man only found some green fruits after searching for a long time. Now that it is just in midsummer, it is not easy to find these.

Although he is used to being arrogant and pampered at home, this time the young man went out in a fit of anger. Before leaving, he even left behind the rhetoric of "don't make a fool of yourself and don't go home". The fruit was so sour and astringent that it was hard to eat, but he still managed to swallow it.

……

Wang Qianshan became famous in the first battle and became another big black and evil force in the capital after Yan Rongrong, and he can be regarded as inheriting his mother's career.

"If you want to ask a bicycle, it belongs to the country and passes through Juyan. When you conquer Peng, you go out of Hansai, and you return to Hutian. The desert is solitary, and the long river falls into the sun. When you ride in Xiaoguan, you are protected by Yanran."

As the light gradually dimmed, the young man's vision began to blur, his clothes were already soaked through, and he moved like a walking corpse, even forgetting what he was here for.

Those dandy young masters who were beaten lost face, so they gathered a large group of people to block him. In the end, more than a dozen people, including the servants and servants, were beaten to the point of crying by a child like him. The young master of the servant of the Ministry of Punishment was even kicked into the latrine by the side of the street.

This dream of two heavens of ice and fire just confirmed his dire situation.

After walking into the desert for less than half a day, Wang Qianshan began to regret again. This terrible weather is not for people at all, and he doesn't know how Uncle Wuhuang has lived these years.

This matter has to start from a month ago.

The distant and desolate singing, combined with the majestic sunset on the Gobi Desert, makes people feel like falling into a dream, seeming to be real or unreal.

Wang Qianshan is not the master who is willing to stop, he stole the royal horse in the middle of the night, left the imperial city under the cover of the personal eunuch, and went to his Fifth Emperor Uncle all the way northwest.

The more he ate this thing, the thirstier he became. After he drank the last sip of water, he was completely resigned to his fate.

Wang Qianshan leaned against a huge boulder in the shade, and spent a long time piecing together with his limited knowledge before continuing:
"If you like buckwheat, call it malt."

Ever since Wang Gangquan became the emperor, he was busy with government affairs and had no time to discipline this lawless son. Wang Qianshan also fought hard and beat up several sons of high officials outside.

Speaking of this, the smiling young man's face darkened again, and he murmured:
"If I knew it, I would have been locked up for a few days honestly. Father is actually not that strict. He just hates iron but not steel... No, the more this is the case, the more I have to come out and fight. He is already a fairy. If I have no achievements at all, it would be too unreasonable."

The young man was none other than the prince Wang Qianshan who was supposed to enjoy a luxurious life in the palace.

The temperature difference between day and night on the Gobi Desert is huge, especially in midsummer.

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Before he left, he brought a lot of money with him, and he stopped and stopped along the way. He didn't treat his stomach badly. It wasn't until before he entered the desert that he realized that he didn't have much money left. He spent the last few coins to buy a bag of buckwheat. After adding a few biscuits, the boy resolutely went into the desert.

Back to the present, the boy drove his horse from morning to noon, and found a shady place to rest when the sun was at its worst.

Wang Qianshan only felt that his eyelids were constantly fighting, and in a haze, he vaguely saw a vague figure. It seemed that the figure was a woman, with bumps and convexities, which attracted people's imagination.

Perhaps it was because Wang Bingquan was a fairy, and the son he gave birth to was also extraordinary. Not only did Wang Qianshan never get sick since he was a child, but he was also incredibly strong. He had never had a defeat since he entered Beijing.

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"Let's go to Malt, keep going, I have a feeling, it should be here soon."

What a man says is like water being poured out, throwing his hands and feet, his head and his head just can’t lose face. When he recalled his father’s three-point contempt, three-point disdain and three-point carelessness expression, the boy felt a burst of enthusiasm, got on his horse and continued. Started the journey.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the white-fronted horse snorted at this moment, and the boy immediately smiled when he saw this:

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Now is the time of the end, the sun is still high, the scorching heat has distorted the air on the Gobi Desert, the boy is sweating profusely, and the horses beside him are not much better, one person and one horse walked from noon evening.

This kind of thing will definitely not escape the eyeliner of the hidden guards. When the zhezi was presented to the imperial table, Wang Gingquan couldn't help being a little bit dumbfounded. Although it was normal for children to fight, it was unreasonable not to punish them, so he ordered his feet to be banned.

At this time, a faint singing voice suddenly came from the front:

"Ma'er, Ma'er, we have walked all the way together, and we haven't given you a name until now. We are both Maxima, and their names are more powerful and domineering than the other. What about Chitu, Feidian, and Zhaoyeyushishi? It would be a bit too useless to collapse on this Gobi Desert without even having a name."

Wang Qianshan's pockets had already bottomed out, and he was reduced to the point of grabbing food with the horse. He grabbed a handful of buckwheat and put it in his mouth. Taking advantage of his young teeth, he began to chew.

"It seems that you like it very much. You are Maxima, and I am the prince. We brothers can't be stuck in this place where no shit is done. If it is spread, it will make people laugh."

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The desert at noon can almost roast a person, and at night it is so cold that the dripping water turns to ice. Last night, the boy nestled in the arms of the white-fronted horse beside him, and dreamed that he was returning to that magnificent home. There was a hot pot in front of him. On one side was a watermelon taken from the cold well water.

This time the boy did not choose to ride a white-fronted horse, but took the rein and walked north step by step.

As the young man talked, he regained his confidence. He stood up and patted the steed beside him, saying:

"Mai Ya, I seem to have seen a female ghost who is trying to kill her."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, he heard a slightly sullen voice from the figure:

"What a rude boy, this girl is as beautiful as a flower, how can she look like a female ghost?"

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Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will leave relatives, so I usually can’t send it