When Li Xin had nothing to do, he would stroll along the edge of the oasis.

This is a wonderful thing.

It was as if an invisible barrier had enveloped the oasis. Separated by a thin line, outside the barrier is the sky full of yellow sand and dead silence; inside the barrier is full of vitality, although it can't be said that the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but at least it has a taste of a paradise.

When Li Xin squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, he couldn't help asking himself: Do you still dare to go out? Walk into this wind and sand?

No matter how long he was silent and hesitant, his answer was that he dared not.

After wrestling with this Gobi for nearly half a month, he has clearly realized its horror and his own insignificance. His struggle in the endless dryness, the severe physical torture, this Gobi seems to have not seen it, and does not give any response.

He almost thought he was really going to die a second time.

With such a mood, no matter how much dried fish and water he prepared, he didn't feel that he was ready to enter the wind and sand again to find a way out.

Moreover, the most important point is that there are only seven of them, whether it is carrying food or carrying water, there is an upper limit to the weight they can carry. Especially for water, it sinks by itself. Their homemade wooden jugs were even heavier, heavy and could not hold much water. Even if everyone brings two or three jugs of water, it won't last long.

Therefore, in the process of making dried fish and containers, Li Xin gradually understood one thing.

Perhaps it is impossible for them to leave this Gobi by themselves. His only hope is that maybe Li Shimin will send someone to search and rescue. Bao Hong and the others may not fail to understand this. Catching fish and drying fish with enthusiasm may be just a little pastime they find for themselves, as if they are really trying to accumulate hope of survival, so as to relieve their anxiety a little and avoid falling into despair.

Moreover, in the past few days, the enthusiasm of Bao Hong and others for catching fish has declined significantly. They too are beginning to tire of this illusion of escape.

The shadow of despair began to envelope everyone, only Tang Jian's mentality was not bad. When he had nothing to do, he began to teach Runniang to read and write on the ground with branches-although Runniang learned a lot of characters from Li Xin, it was not systematic, and Li Xin's level could not compare to Tang Jian's seriousness Confucian scholars?

The days passed like this.

At first, Li Xin thought that they would be found within half a month at most. Later, he felt that this time should be set aside for a month, after all, the Gobi Desert is so wide and almost boundless. Later, he couldn't help but start to wonder—did Li Shimin send someone out to search and rescue them? Could it be that they were all given up very easily?

That's right, after such a long time, the court must have thought they were dead, right? There is really no need to expend so much effort just to collect the corpse. After a pretentious search, you can withdraw it, right?

Li Xin smiled self-deprecatingly.

Will Youlan cry after hearing these things? Surely, my eyes are swollen from crying. Maybe I will go to the palace and beg Li Shimin to search harder. Empress Changsun will help me comfort her, right?

I wonder if Wang Gui will cry for me behind my back? Where's that old hooligan Cheng Yaojin?

Thinking of these people, Li Xin suddenly couldn't imagine them crying.

Maybe they won't cry.

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