Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

There is no need to rush home. After Li Xin got Tuli Khan's credentials, he didn't want to delay for a moment. He asked everyone to pack up their things and set off directly in the afternoon.

Sitting on the swaying carriage, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional. If this trip went well, he should have been drinking wine and hugging his wife in Chang'an by now. Unexpectedly, it was delayed for nearly three months because of Wang Jing and the plan of the Wang family.

Still, it turned out to be good anyway. At least not dying in the desert. During the most difficult time at that time, Li Xinzhen thought many times that he would just close his eyes and give up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw boundless yellow sand, smashed my mouth, my dry tongue was like a rough foreign body, and my mouth was full of the smell of bloody horse meat. Since I haven’t brushed my teeth for a long time, even if there is If nothing exudes an extreme stench.

Li Xin and his group endured such days for nearly a hundred days.

Looking back at the situation at that time now, Li Xin, as a person who experienced it, is even hard to understand, and he can't even imagine what he was thinking at that time, which supported him to survive hard.

It may be Youlan and the child, or it may be others, I can't remember anyway. The human brain is a very miraculous thing. This kind of unpleasant and painful experience will be automatically cleared in a short period of time.

Li Xin took a deep breath to drive away these messy thoughts, and pulled Run Niang who was busy beating his legs to sit beside him, and said with a smile, "Okay, just sit down and rest for a while, I'm not tired."

He still often thinks of that night, the scene where Runniang was extremely fearful and brave enough to say that she was willing to be eaten. Touch and fear are intertwined, but fear is far greater than emotion.

To what extent are people good or bad depending on the environment they face? Sometimes Li Xin couldn't help asking himself: If he did it again and faced Runniang's proposal in a more hungry and thirsty situation, would he still be able to refuse so firmly?

Li Xin dared not face the answer.

But the answer doesn't matter.

He has already made up his mind that he will not leave indiscriminately after returning to Chang'an this time, and he will be his Prince of Taiping in a prosperous way. This is his main business. What about the northern desert, whoever likes to come, he just wants to stay in Chang'an comfortably, and take his wife and children to the south of the Yangtze River twice a year. Those days are called beautiful.

Li Xin is not the only one who is eager to return home. The soldiers under him also missed the warmth of their home, so their journey was naturally much faster than when they came here.

Two days later, Li Xin set foot on the official path again.

"Pack more water and food." He half-jokingly reminded the sergeant who was following his car. The sergeant laughed, and immediately nodded to fill the water. Runniang also immediately jumped out of the car reflexively, and took her own kettle to fill it with water—this was the kettle that accompanied the seven of them to the end of their lives. Ever since they survived the desert, Runniang treasured this kettle.

If she hadn't listened to the prince and filled an extra pot of water, then the seven of them might not be able to survive the first few days, let alone all the rest of them survived.

Li Xin hugged Cui Yingying beside him with a smile, and looked outside with complicated eyes: "At the beginning, I was here, and I met those damned horse bandits. If it weren't for you, I might have died here a long time ago." In the desert."