The woman's skin is as fair as mutton-fat white jade, and her eyebrows are of the right shade. Her nose is high and straight, and her eye sockets are deep. Her lips are plump and rosy, with beautiful curves...

This made Jingyang stunned for a moment. This woman from the Western Region was really so beautiful that she couldn't be compared to a mortal.

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, "My name is Pasha, what is your name?"

"Jingyang." Jingyang looked at Pasha without leaving any trace.

The jewelry on her body is valuable, and she also has the coercion of a superior person.

"Jingyang..." Pasha chewed the name repeatedly, looked at the armors on the guards, and asked: "Are you Dongming Jingyang? The young prince of Daming?"

Jingyang was very dissatisfied with the title of "little" prince, so he spoke a little coldly, "I am the Yang Prince of Da Ming."

The pasha clasped his fists and saluted: "His Royal Highness Yang Wang, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am the pasha princess of Wusun Kingdom."

As a princess, she knew Jingyang's reputation as a young war king, galloping on the battlefield, invincible, and the dream lover of countless girls.

As a princess, the pasha naturally understands Da Ming's situation. He has also heard of Jingyang's name for a long time and has admired him for a long time in his heart.

Now that I see Jingyang in person, I am even more excited and want to have more contact with him. Maybe I can marry the person I like and help the two countries to have good relations.

Jingyang raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised. He had some doubts about Pasha's identity, but he still returned the greeting with cupped fists: "It turns out to be Princess Pasha, I'm sorry."

Pasha smiled and invited, "Go sit by the fire and rest for a while."

The pasha's guards unloaded the wood from the camel, lit a bonfire in the leeward area, killed the dead horse, and roasted the meat on the fire.

The desert has a large temperature difference between day and night, and it is very cold at night. It will be much more comfortable to have a bonfire to keep warm.

It was getting late, and it was difficult to see the direction at night. He was also afraid of encountering quicksand, and the injured also needed to rest. Jingyang decided to rest on the spot and go back tomorrow morning, so he did not refuse the pasha's invitation.

Everyone gathered around the bonfire, drank wine, and ate horse meat, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After drinking wine, the guards of Wusun Kingdom became more interested. They took down the Tambula and cowhide tambourines from the camels and began to play and sing.

The pasha got up and started dancing around the campfire. The men with musical instruments also got up, playing and singing around the pasha.

Under the bonfire, the pasha dances passionately and unrestrainedly, with a fiery and agile figure, and his big dark eyes move in harmony with the dancing posture, which is playful and seductive.

Jingyang's cold face gradually softened, and his eyes reflected the bonfire and the dancing red clothes.

After the pasha finished his passionate dance, he was panting slightly, his face was flushed with red clouds, and his eyes were as moist and clear as a clear spring in the desert.

She sat next to Jingyang, her beautifully curved breasts rising and falling slightly, "Your Highness, Prince Yang, don't you want to dance with us?"

Jingyang said: "I don't like it."

The Han people don't like men dancing, but they don't dislike it either. Both men and women in the grassland people in their fiefdom love to sing and dance.

Pasha thought that Jingyang would say he didn't know how to dance, so that she could pull him and teach him to dance, which would make him a step further. But Jingyang directly said that he didn't like it, so there was nothing she could do.

Blinking awkwardly, he found a new topic and said, "His Royal Highness, Prince Yang, how did you come to this desert?"

Jingyang's eyes turned slightly, thinking that this desert was the territory of the Wusun Kingdom after all, and said: "This king was chasing the remnants of Xirong, and was led here by them."

The pasha's expression condensed, "It's those Xirong people again!"

Jingyang looked at her and asked, "It sounds like you hate the remnants of Xirong?"

Pasha said bitterly: "We are also here to track them. They don't know where they are hiding, and they come out to rob the people of our Wusun country at every turn. The people were originally short of food, and the food they had to survive was taken away by them, making it difficult for the people to live."

Jingyang said: "They can't hide in the desert. They can't survive here."

The pasha said: "This is not necessarily true. I heard that many years ago, this place was not a desert, but a very wealthy dynasty. Under the ground, there are the tombs of the queen of the dynasty, princes and ministers, as well as treasures. Maybe

, the remnants of Xirong are hidden in the underground palace of the tomb. Otherwise, they would not disappear into thin air in the desert."

Jingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, "That makes sense."

He came after the remnants of Xirong. In the blink of an eye, those people disappeared.

There was nowhere to hide in the desert, and they couldn't go to heaven, so they had no choice but to go to the ground.

The pasha said: "I brought the wolves here to look for the remnants of Xirong."

Of course, it was also to find treasure, but she couldn't say that.

Jingyang thought for a while and said: "We were blown two hundred miles by the wind, and we should have passed the place where the Xirong people disappeared."

The pasha said: "Then tomorrow, let's go back, and my wolves will definitely find their traces."

Jingyang said happily: "Okay!"

Pasha secretly smiled. If he could work with him, he might be able to develop a relationship.

Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. Pasha's little heart was beating so fast, and his beautiful big eyes were full of admiration and adoration for Jingyang.

It was very cold in the desert at night, and the wood carried by the camels was limited. After eating, the camels burned out quickly.

A group of people can cuddle up against a camel or a horse, taking care of each other and keeping warm.

Jingyang just closed his eyes to rest his mind and did not fall asleep. He opened his eyes as soon as the sky turned white.

With a sharp glance, he saw the pasha sleeping soundly with his head resting on the camel's neck and covered with a blanket. The eyelashes were so long and dense that people wanted to reach out and touch them to see if they were fake.

Jingyang watched with some fascination. When he saw her lips parted slightly, as if drool was flowing out, he couldn't help but smile.

He stood up and Han Xiao handed over the kettle.

There was a shortage of water in the desert, and he didn't know if he could find a source of water. Jingyang didn't waste water to wash his face. He just rinsed his mouth with water and jumped up to the sand ridge to check the situation.

The sky in the east turned orange. Before the sun came out, the gorgeous morning glow dyed the sky in the east.

Pasha's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw: Jingyang stood on the yellow sand dune ridge in the gorgeous morning glow. His figure was tall and straight, and his appearance was extraordinary. The wind blew his hair.

His clothes and clothes made him look like a god about to fly away in the wind.

The picture is breathtakingly beautiful!

Pasha covered his heart and felt that he couldn't breathe.

Jingyang saw a small black dot in the distance, took out his binoculars and looked over, and saw two surviving guards.

They were stumbling around in the sand, shouting something, and the mouth shape was: "Your Majesty."

Obviously, they are looking for him.

Jingyang's eyes showed joy and he said to Han Xiao: "They are our people. Send someone to pick them up and wait where they are."

The pasha stood under the sand dune and raised his voice: "Let's have something to eat and set off. Although the Xirong people should be nearby, it will take a lot of effort to find them."

Jingyang stood on tiptoe, and a black figure jumped down from the sand dunes like a roc spreading its wings. The graceful figure was like a god descending, and it flew towards her gracefully.
Chapter completed!