The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Above the desert, the sun was shining high in the sky. Amidst the flying sand and rocks, Xuan Feng was pulling Gui Nan and running in the desert. At this time, Gui Nan was no longer the newlywed she looked like when she left the city. Her beautiful bride had already been buried in the sand and rocks during the escape.

The two men fled for seven days, but their water and food were all gone. In this endless desert, death was everywhere, but the pursuers behind them were relentless.

"I didn't expect that the Western Regions' request for peace was fake, but their intention to send troops was real." Gui Nan's lips were already cracked due to lack of water: "This time, I wrongly blamed Mo Chu."

As soon as the marriage team arrived deep in the desert, they were ambushed. The water and food sent by the "Western Region Envoy" were poisoned, and most of the team was killed. Fortunately, Xuan Feng came to rescue them, but the other side had too many people. In the end, only two of them escaped, but they got lost in the vast desert.

At night, the moon was hanging high in the darkness, and the desert was very cold. Gui Nan was shivering in a single layer of clothes, hugging her knees. Xuan Feng took off his clothes and put them on her. Gui Nan smelled the blood on his clothes, and then she discovered the wound on Xuan Feng's waist. There were no medicinal herbs here, just a simple bandage of rags to stop the bleeding, and the wound had already festered.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Xuan Feng was still comforting her: "For a soldier fighting in a war, this little injury is nothing to be afraid of."

Gui Nan turned his head away: "It's all my fault that I got you into trouble."

"Since you said that you were the one who caused me trouble, how can you be worthy of me if you don't marry me?"

Gui Nan didn't say anything. Xuan Feng looked at the dark sky. "In fact, sometimes I also feel a little strange. At first, I thought you belonged to the Lord, and I just wanted to be the one who silently blessed you. But you and him were only as monarch and subject. Seeing this, I dared to express my feelings, but I still couldn't get your approval. Gui Nan, if you really have someone who can hold hands with you for a lifetime, I won't be entangled with you. If you don't have someone, can't you consider me? Maybe I am your destiny?"

"I don't want to lie to you. Mo Chu and I are indeed king and subject, but..."

"Forget it, these are the answers every time." Xuan Feng lay with his back turned. It was late at night when he slowly turned around and whispered, "If we can get out this time, will you agree to marry me..."

What he didn't know was that Gui Nan also didn't sleep that night.

On the second day, Gui Nan woke up first. He called the people around him, but found that they did not respond. The wound on his waist was getting more and more serious, and a mixture of blood and pus flowed down.

"Xuan Feng, Xuan Feng." Gui Nan called him, and after a while, he realized that his face was already pale, and he called out softly: "Water...water..."

"I'll take you to find water." She helped Xuan Feng up and walked forward step by step.

Finally, when the sun was about to set, I saw a curved water source. The water source looked sparkling under the sun and was very attractive.

"Xuan Feng, look, I found some water. Can you please hold on a little longer?" If it weren't for the faint breathing sound beside her ear, she wouldn't be sure whether this person was still alive.

Just when the two were about to reach the water source, pursuers dressed in Western costumes caught up with them.

Xuan Feng had lost consciousness and was unable to fight. Gui Nan was dehydrated and her fighting power dropped significantly. The life-saving water was right in front of them but they could not get there. Suddenly, a burst of spiritual power attacked her and she was unable to react. The spiritual power attack hit her body heavily, creating a big crack in the ghost mask on her face. Once the mask was damaged, it would no longer have the spiritual power to cover her face.

But what surprised her even more was that this spiritual power was not the devilish spiritual power from the Western Regions, but came from the Imperial Palace, and was the same power she had learned.

"You are not from the Western Regions." Gui Nan propped up half of his body and slowly stood up: "You are from the Imperial City Palace."

"The general is really powerful." A woman dressed in the clothes of the saint's maid walked out from behind the killer. Gui Nan recognized her at a glance as Mo Chu and Ruo Xiangsi's confidant, Huan Zi. She was not only the maid of the saint but also the killer of the Demon Lord. Some things that could not be made public were solved by this person.

"Who sent you here?" At this time, Gui Nan still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that it wasn't him.

"I am following the instructions of Lord Demon. Lord Demon is determined to take over the Western Regions. It's a pity that Lord General doesn't know what's good for him and insists on standing in front of His Majesty. So you can't blame His Majesty for not remembering our friendship."

"He wants to kill me?"

"It's not about killing, it's about the general wanting to do his last bit of service to His Majesty."

Hearing this, Gui Nan felt a pang of pain in her heart. Yes, this was the only last bit of value she had to Mo Chu. When she saw Huan Zi coming out, she vaguely realized that all this was a carefully arranged chess game, and she was the abandoned chess piece.

This marriage was to trigger a struggle between the two countries. As long as she, the princess married into the alliance, died in the Western Regions, it could be said that there was rebellion in the Western Regions, and troops would be sent to suppress it.

But she didn't understand why she was the chess piece. However, she changed her mind and realized that Mo Chu was no longer the same young man. What she thought was a good thing, he saw as a thorn in his side that hindered his fight for supremacy. Wouldn't it be a good opportunity to get rid of him?

Gui Nan sat on the ground weakly, not noticing the danger approaching her. A stream of hot blood splashed on her back, awakening her consciousness. Xuan Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down the moment Gui Nan turned around.

"You're in the way." Huan Zi retracted his rapier and gathered his strength again. He thought he would succeed this time. Unexpectedly, the person who he thought was powerless to fight back suddenly burst out with tremendous power at that moment. This spiritual power was not from magic but a kind of spiritual power that had never been seen before.

The ice-blue fluorescence dragged a long tail around Gui Nan. She opened her eyes, her pupils were slightly purple, and an ice-blue sword appeared in her hand.

Huan Zi didn't remember how she escaped. The killers she brought with her had all fallen in the wind and sand. She, who was originally confident of victory, became the one who fled in defeat.

Gui Nan helped Xuan Feng up and walked towards the water source step by step: "Xuan Feng, we have found water. Just hold on a little longer. We will be able to drink water soon. We can also clean your wound. I know you hate the smell of blood the most. With water, this smell will disappear."

Finally, when they were just a little bit away from the water source, Xuan Feng slipped off her shoulders and fell to the ground.

Gui Nan also slipped due to exhaustion, but she still stubbornly wanted to help the person up again.

"I can't leave this desert today." He smiled and said, "Gui Nan, can I see what you look like under the mask? I know you once said that you look ugly and you're afraid I'll be scared, but I still want to take a look. Don't worry, a lover's eyes see beauty in everything. You are the most beautiful in my eyes."

Gui Nan took a deep breath and took off his mask. Under the mask, the face was out of place with the dirty clothes on his body.

He smiled and said, "How can you be ugly? You are so beautiful, so beautiful that I am not worthy of you."

Gui Nan shook his head: "You are also very beautiful."

"Good-looking people should be with good-looking people, so, Gui Nan, you..." He raised his hand with all his strength: "If we can still meet again alive, will you marry me..."

Before waiting for an answer, the outstretched hand fell down and the eyes closed together.

"Xuan Feng, Xuan Feng, I promise you, I promise you." Gui Nan began to panic: "Xuan Feng, don't fall asleep, I found some water, I..." She tried to scoop up some water with both hands, but what she pulled out was sand. She looked up and saw that the sparkling water source slowly disappeared and turned into an endless wasteland.

Gui Nan was stunned for a moment and then smiled bitterly: "It turns out that everything is just a mirage."

Half a month later, in an oasis, Mo Xiaolan stared blankly at the two crude wooden boards in front of him, on which were engraved "Tomb of Xuan Feng" and "Tomb of Xuan Feng's Wife Gui Nan".

The broken ghost mask is buried in Gui Nan's tomb. The mask is broken, and she can no longer return to Mo Chu. However, even if the mask is still there, she can't go back. Gui Nan's tomb not only contains the mask, but also "Gui Nan". Now that Gui Nan is dead, she should return to her true identity.

His good friend Gui Nan is gone, and the one left behind is his old enemy Mo Xiaolan.

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In the Qingyuan Warm Pavilion, Mo Qingge walked in distraught. Shang Jun was burning incense in front of his deceased wife's grave. When he saw her walk in, he was a little surprised: "Qingge, you're back."

"Yes." Mo Qingge also took three incense sticks, lit them, bowed three times, and then inserted them into the ashes. He knelt on his knees and knelt on the Putian: "Brother, I'm sorry, I failed your teachings and fell in love."

Shang Jun was not surprised at all. He came to her side and touched her head: "People will suffer a lot in their lives. When you fall in love, you will suffer the pain of love. It is a fact that cannot be erased. But brother hopes that you will not confine yourself to a prison."

Looking at the rankings in front of him, Mo Qingge said, "Brother, aren't you just drawing a circle to imprison yourself?"

"That's why I don't want you to suffer this."