After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

Chapter 171 You'd better listen obediently

After saying that, she leaped lightly and mounted the horse gracefully. As the horse neighed and dust flew, her figure disappeared in the dim sky in a flash, leaving behind a resolute and determined back.

Sheng Xuanzhi's plan is to use the envoys as pawns to deal with Dayu on the diplomatic stage in order to obtain enough food reserves for the entire country to survive the harsh winter.

If this plan succeeds, perhaps this war, which could cause devastating loss of life, can be quietly extinguished before it starts.

The horse ridden by Ling Mohui was slowly approaching a withered forest. Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky all around. Hundreds of Yanzhou soldiers came down from the sand dunes like ghosts in the night, with great momentum, like raging waves hitting the shore.

Almost at the same time, the troops led by Wei Ruoming were like a tiger out of a cage, and the confrontation between the two sides was about to break out.

Seeing this, Ling Mohui swiftly hid in the shadows, her mind racing, trying to find a chance to escape.

However, just as her mind was racing, she suddenly felt a strong impact on her back, and she crashed into a solid embrace, and a warm breath that did not belong to the night enveloped her.

The moment he turned around, a pair of bright eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, coupled with the straight nose bridge and a playful and mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth, formed a face that was heart-pounding but hard to look away from.

"Are you the legendary Ling Mohui who is both wise and brave?"

The man's deep and magnetic voice penetrated the silence of the night.

"How do you know my identity? Could it be that you are Sheng Xuanzhi?"

Ling Mohui was secretly shocked. Not only was the man in front of her exactly the same in figure and temperament as Sheng Xuanzhi in the original novel, but the unruly and evil aura he emanated was almost the same as in the description.

Sheng Xuanzhi chuckled, with a hint of surprise in his tone: "Oh, it turns out that you know something about me, this is really a clever arrangement of fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently raised his arm, as if effortlessly lifting Ling Mohui onto the horse's back. Then, he moved with the horse, like a cheetah in the night, disappearing in a flash.

"Put me down!"

Ling Mohui shouted angrily in a low voice, and in desperation, she bit Sheng Xuanzhi's calf hard to show her protest.

Sheng Xuanzhi groaned, the pain made him react quickly, his big hand firmly grasped Ling Mohui's chin, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was refutable: "If you want to save your life, you'd better be obedient!"

Ling Mohui acted as if she didn't hear anything and instead she tried harder. Her small resistance seemed both resolute and powerless.

At this moment, a meteor-like light suddenly appeared in the night sky, and a feather arrow pierced through the darkness, aiming directly at Sheng Xuanzhi's vitals.

Sheng Xuanzhi reacted quickly, dodged easily, and then rolled over and got off the saddle.

Ling Mohui took advantage of the situation to control the reins, jumped up, and galloped into the depths of the night.

But the good times did not last long. The sudden sound of an emergency whistle behind him caused the mount to be pulled by some unknown force and involuntarily turn back.

Sheng Xuanzhi stood there, his smile seemed particularly carefree under the moonlight: "Miss Lin, what a coincidence!"

Just as he was about to take a step, he was shocked to find that his legs had lost feeling and he could not move.

Looking down, he saw two silver needles inserted into his calf. This was obviously the result of Ling Mohui's previous clever trick.

Ling Mohui, with a smug look on her face, was about to dismount and escape, but Sheng Xuan's figure came silently from behind like a ghost and tied her up tightly.

The two lost their balance and fell together onto the soft sand.

"Let go!"

Ling Mohui struggled hard, but Sheng Xuanzhi's strength and martial arts were obviously far beyond her imagination, and all her resistance seemed so insignificant.

At this critical moment of life and death, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds came from afar. Fu Yansheng, the Prime Minister, came with arrows. The air seemed to vibrate because of the whistling of the arrows.

"Let Ling Mo back, I'll replace her!"

Sheng Xuanzhi couldn't hide his surprise when he heard this: "Oh, it's such an honor to have Prime Minister Fu come in person!"

Ling Mohui frowned, with doubts in her mind.

Sheng Xuanzhi was able to predict the future and not only see through her disguise, but also see through her identity at a glance?

Behind this apparent coincidence, are there more complicated conspiracies and secrets hidden?

Just as Ling Mohui was about to get up and look for it, a slight panting sound came from not far away.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fu Yansheng half buried in the sand, with only a tired but determined face showing.

His clothes were covered with dust, and a few strands of messy hair covered his eyes, but he still tried hard to stand up.

"Are you ok?"

Ling Mohui hurried forward and reached out to support him.

Fu Yansheng gently pushed her hand away and forced a smile: "I'm fine, it's just that the desert has a stronger temper than I thought."

The faint light of morning light shone on the two of them, bringing a touch of warmth to this desolate place.

Surrounded by rolling sand dunes, the distant horizon and the sky are intertwined into a light blue, which is so beautiful that it makes people feel the vastness and ruthlessness of nature.

"We have to find other people as soon as possible, and determine the direction."

As Fu Yansheng spoke, he pulled out a tattered map from his bosom, on which were densely marked their original route and the locations of several possible shelters.

Ling Mohui took the map, tapped it with her finger, and frowned.

Last night's sandstorm had completely disrupted their plans, and now every step had to be taken with caution.

"If we follow the direction of this sand dune, we should be able to find the abandoned post station. At least there we can temporarily avoid the scorching sun and sandstorms."

Fu Yansheng nodded, took Ling Mohui's hand, and the two began their arduous journey through the vast sea of ​​sand.

As the sun gradually rose higher, the temperature soared as well. The desert was like a huge oven, testing their will and physical strength.

Sweat mixed with dust left mottled marks on their faces, but neither of them stopped.

After several hours of hiking, the outline of a dilapidated stone building finally appeared at the end of the field of vision. That was the inn they were looking for.

Although it is dilapidated, in such an environment, it is like a life-saving beacon, giving people hope.

As you enter the inn, a stale, musty smell hits you in the face, but compared to the harsh environment outside, this place is like heaven.

Fu Yansheng quickly cleared out a relatively clean corner, arranged for Ling Mohui to sit down and rest, and went out to search for useful supplies.

As the sun set, the inn became dark. Fu Yansheng brought back some dry food and water, as well as a small bundle of dead wood, to start a fire.

The flames jumped up, illuminating the slightly haggard but tough faces of the two people.

In this rare moment of tranquility, they sat in silence, chewing their food and enjoying the peace after surviving the disaster.

As night falls, the wind still howls outside, but in the small inn, there is an indescribable sense of security.