Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The three guards did not dare to let the prince ask the third time. Without further evasion, he said his name one by one.

Bao Hong, Gao Zhi, Di Zhengye. They're all decent names. It's not the same as Li Xin's imagination of a cat and a dog.

"The names are not bad." Li Xin said casually.

Di Zhengye said with a smile: "I heard that my father is still literate, so he gave me this name."

The night is like water, hanging quietly in the sky, covering the desolate Gobi Desert. Li Xin and his party of seven sat around the stone and chatted like this until they all fell asleep in the end.

When Li Xin woke up, Run Niang was still sleeping beside him, like a docile cat.

He lay still for a while, looking at the clear sky overhead. The quiet blue is like a huge gem, so clear and transparent that people can't even imagine it. The same kind of quiet sky looked so violent yesterday.

Thinking of that sandstorm, Li Xin felt a little complicated.

A little grateful. Because if it weren't for it, Li Xin's group would probably have to die under the knife of the Turkic people in the end-no matter how Dou Liang could fight alone, even if Bao Hong, Gao Zhi, and Di Zhengye were added, they would not be able to fight. It is possible to win dozens of Turkic cavalry. What's more, Dou Liang is just an assassin, one-on-one battles are okay, but one-on-many is not his professional field at all.

Be grateful, but also a little painful.

Without this sandstorm, Li Xin would not be in such a dangerous situation now.

The seven of them didn't have any food on their bodies, only one water bladder for water. If you can't return to the official road that can be replenished as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous.

Li Xin knew that although the others didn't say anything, they must all know how bad the situation is. Because since last night, no one has said the word "thirsty".

Everyone saw the water bag Li Xin was carrying, but no one said he wanted to drink it. Each consciously endured the physical craving, knowing that for the next few days, they might have only this little water source for the time being. If you want to survive, you must drink sparingly, to the extreme.

Li Xin touched the kettle, suppressed the despair in his heart, and forced himself to cheer up. He is now undoubtedly the leader of the seven. His will is the hope of survival. If he collapses first, then everyone will stop playing, and all raise their hands in surrender, wipe their necks one by one on the Gobi Desert, and die more happily.

He sorted out his mood and woke up Runniang. He touched her little head, then sat up and said with a smile, "Get up, get up! I'm going to find my way home!"

How comfortable is it to sleep on the Gobi Desert? The others actually didn't sleep much. Li Xin woke up after making such a noise, rubbed his eyes and sat up.

Li Xin asked Dou Liang, "Do you still remember where we came from yesterday?"

Dou Liang set up the awning with his hands, looked around, and finally didn't speak, just smiled wryly.

Li Xin also asked casually, without much hope. He knew that in the crisis situation yesterday, normal human beings should not have the leisure to do such things as keeping track of the road. He had to accept a reality: they couldn't help but lack supplies and lost their way.

"It's okay. We were running west at that time, now we are going east, and we should be able to go back in the direction of the sun." Li Xin acted as determined and confident as possible.

Tang Jian glanced at him silently, without speaking.