MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 15 : Xianyang Early Snow

In November, Qin Shi's snow came early.

The winter wind was a bit dry, blowing on the clothes of passersby, and the little snow in the midst of the air was falling everywhere.

The eaves beside the road were covered with a layer of white snow, a few snowflakes, and fell on the treetops, turning into a layer of frost.

Unlike later generations, people saw the snow rejoicing, people pulled their clothes to keep warm, and looked at the snow in the sky sadly. The weather is cold, but winter food is not ready.

In the winter of this year, I don't know how many people will freeze to death and starve to death in the snow.

"Treading." Hurrying footsteps sounded in the hallway of the palace.

A thin, middle-aged man with a bowed waist gasped slightly and stopped at the gate of the palace: "King, emergency report."

Songs and dances were leveled up in the palace, but the voice of the middle-aged person was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into the ears of a bland old man sitting in the middle of it.

And others really did not hear anything.

The old man sitting in the temple frowned, lowered the wine glass in his hand, and waved at the person in the temple below.

The people in the hall stopped, and the music stopped abruptly.

The musicians and dancers hurriedly stood up and retreated.

For a moment, the palace was empty except the old man and the middle-aged man standing outside the door.

The old man picked up the glass again and took a sip: "What is it?"

The middle-aged man walked into the hall, walked in front of the old man, and handed a bamboo slip.

The old man drank the wine, took the bamboo slips, and turned them over.

Looking at the text on the bamboo slip, the original expression slowly became excited.

After a long time, the old man closed the bamboo slip.

"Zhao Guo, change generals."

The middle-aged man was shocked, but immediately lowered his head with a sense of interest, and did not answer.

Sometimes it is sin to hear something that should not be heard.

The sin of beheading.

"Look up your head." The old man sneered at the middle-aged man below.

"Send this to Wu Anjun and let him come to see me."

"Yes."

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雪 Snowy weather is a bit cold.

But for those who practice martial arts, it is just a bit cold.

Gu Nan was holding a sword and leaning against the falling snow on the courtyard, wearing a not-so-thick blue robe and a cape on his shoulders.

He looked through the courtyard wall and watched Daqin wrapped in silver.

Unconsciously, half a year has passed.

Although she has stayed in this place for the past six months, she doesn't even know what's going on outside, but she also feels that she is true outside the score.

The cold scabbard in her hand reminded her that it was all true.

恍 If another life.

This is how she feels now.

The last life, when he lived in the south, he rarely saw snow.

Da Daqin's snow is not heavy, but it is dry and cold, where it falls, it will not melt until it becomes a white frost.

"Girl, what are you doing up there, be careful not to fall." Xiao Lu's voice sounded below the courtyard wall.

Gu Nan looked down, looking at the little green in the snow, and a few snowflakes fell on her shoulders.

There was a slight smile in the corner of his mouth, and Gu Nan rolled down the wall.

A few meters high wall was nothing for her.

I fell in front of Xiao Lu, who was beeping.

I reached out and took off the white snow from her hair.

"Girl, you, what are you doing?"

Xiao Xiaolu was flushed by Gu Nan's sudden movement.

This is always the case with my own girl, which makes her always a little embarrassed.

Ordinary women wouldn't be like that, but I don't know why the girl in her family feels different to her.

How do you say, there is always a bit of handsome masculinity, that a little bit of heroic feeling always makes Xiao Lu unconsciously.

I looked at Gu Nan close at hand, and Xiao Lu's eyes were bursting again.

My own girl is so handsome.

I thought of it, and her face was hot again.

Gu Nan patted her on the head, looked at her thin clothes, smiled and took off her cloak, and put it on her body.

"You are not as rough as we are, and you don't have to wear so little to be afraid of cold."

"Girls are not rough people, I have seen many people, and no girl is smart."

"噗 呲." Gu Nan laughed out loud.

I looked back at the snow in midair.

"It's so early under Daqin's snow."

"It was even earlier in the past years, and it started to fall in early November." Xiao Lu looked at Gu Nan and looked at Xue Tian, ​​as if someone had something on her mind.

"Really." Gu Nan said with a sudden smile for some reason: "Our side ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ It doesn't necessarily snow once a year. Every time it snows, many people come out to see.

"Girl ..." Little Green turned her head and looked at Gu Nan.

Is this girl homesick?

"Girl, where is the girl's home?"

Gu Nan leaned his head, the snow was falling, and the dry and fine snow spread out, like a light song and dance, covering Daqin with a layer of tulle.

After a long time, she looked back.

"The snow is too big to see."

He said, looking at Xiaolu, and smiling: "Little green, I want to dance, do you want to see?"

"Okay." Xiao Lu said happily.

The sword danced by the girl is the most beautiful, even better than Mr. Gui's.

"Sen."

Like a fall of water, the sword lights up, the snow is scattered, the slightly cold sword front is covered with snow, and a layer of frost is set, and the sword handle is cold.

In the snow, the sword was bright and dark, and suddenly it seemed to be submerged, and suddenly it seemed like a flower blooming.

The figure is personable, with a bit of loneliness, and a little bit 缥缈.

I was worried that she was like this snow. When she touched it, it was melting.

"Om."

Long sword hummed, and the tip of the sword drew a snowflake.

Suddenly, it seemed to be frozen.

Then, the sword rose, and the sword dance was half cold.

Gu Nan's room was another old tree in the courtyard.

In November, the leaves on the tree have fallen almost clean.

Only scattered dead leaves, still swaying in the cold wind.

Eventually, a dead leaf couldn't support it, and it fell in the wind.

Withered leaves fall down.

Gu Nan's sword was also included in the sheath.

A few months later, in Ghost Valley's words, her swordsmanship was a little small.