In November, the snow fell a little early in Qin Dynasty. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
The winter wind is a bit dry, blowing the clothes of passers-by, and the light snow in mid-air is falling everywhere.
The eaves beside the road were covered with a layer of white snow, and a few snowflakes fell on the treetops and turned into a sheet of frost.
Unlike the joy of seeing the snow in later generations, people pulled their clothes to keep warm and looked at the snow in the sky sadly. The weather is cold, but the winter food has not been prepared yet.
In the winter of this year, I don't know how many people will freeze to death and starve to death in the snow.
"Tat Tat Tat." The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor of the palace.
A thin middle-aged man with a hunched waist took a breath and stopped at the gate of the palace: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent military report."
The palace was singing and dancing, and the voice of the middle-aged man was not loud, but it was clearly heard by an old man with a plain face sitting in the center.
And others really acted like they didn't hear anything.
The old man sitting in the hall frowned, put down the wine glass in his hand, and waved to the people in the hall below.
The people in the hall stopped, and the music also stopped abruptly.
The musicians and dancers hurriedly stood up, saluted and left.
For a moment, there was no one in the palace except for the old man and the middle-aged man standing outside the door.
The old man picked up the wine glass again and took a sip: "What's the matter?"
The middle-aged man walked into the hall with a bow, walked up to the old man, and handed over a bamboo slip.
The old man drank the wine, took the bamboo slips, and opened them.
Looking at the words on the bamboo slips, his originally calm expression slowly became excited.
After a long time, the old man closed the bamboo slips.
"Zhao Guo, the general has changed."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, but immediately lowered his head lowered wisely, and did not reply.
Sometimes it's a sin to hear things you shouldn't hear.
The crime of beheading.
"Raise your head." The old man gave the middle-aged man below him a disdainful look.
"Send this to Lord Wu An and let him come to see me."
"yes."
Snowy weather, a little cold.
But for those who practice martial arts, it's just a little cold.
Gu Nan leaned against the falling snow courtyard wall with a sword in his arms, wearing a not-so-thick cyan robe and a cloak over his shoulders.
Through the courtyard wall, I looked at Daqin who was dressed in silver.
Before I knew it, half a year had passed.
Although she lived in seclusion for the past six months and didn't even know what was going on outside, she also felt that her life was extremely real.
The scabbard she held in her hand was cold, reminding her that all this was indeed true.
It seems like a lifetime away.
This is how she feels now.
In his last life, he lived in the south at that time, but he rarely saw snow scenes.
The snow in Daqin is not heavy, but it is dry and cold. Wherever it falls, it will not melt until it condenses into a piece of frost.
"Girl, what are you doing up there, be careful not to fall." Xiaolu's voice sounded from under the courtyard wall.
Gu Nan looked down and looked at Xiaolu in the snow, a few snowflakes fell on her shoulders and temples.
With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Gu Nan turned over the wall.
The wall a few meters high is no obstacle to her.
It landed in front of Xiaolu who was pouting.
He reached out and took off a piece of white snow from her hair.
"Girl, you, what are you doing?"
Xiaolu blushed a little bit by Gu Nan's sudden action.
My own girl is always like this, which makes her feel a little embarrassed.
Naturally, she wouldn't do this to an ordinary girl, but for some reason, her own girl gave her a different feeling.
How should I put it, there is always a bit of handsome masculinity, and that bit of heroic feeling always makes Xiaolu unconsciously fascinated.
Looking at Gu Nan who was close at hand, Xiaolu's eyes were dazed again.
My own girl was born really handsome.
Thinking of this, her face became hot again.
Gu Nan patted her on the head, looked at her thin clothes, smiled and took off his cloak, and put it on her body.
"You're not like a rough man like us, you're not afraid of catching cold if you wear so little."
"The girl is not a rough person. I have met many people, but they are not as smart as the girl."
"Puff." Gu Nan laughed out loud.
Looking back at the flying snow in mid-air.
"The snow fell really early in Daqin."
"In previous years it was even earlier, it started to fall in early November." Xiaolu looked at Gu Nan and Xuetian, as if someone had something on her mind.
"Really." Gu Nan suddenly said with a smile for some reason: "It doesn't snow once a year on our side. Every time it snows, many people will come out to see it."
"Girl" Xiaolu turned her head and looked at Gu Nan.
Miss, are you homesick
"Girl, where is the girl's home?"
Gu Nan raised her head, the sky was filled with snow, and the dry and cold fine snow scattered like singing and dancing, covering Daqin with a layer of tulle.
After a long time, she turned her head.
"The snow is too heavy to see."
Said, looked at Xiaolu, smiled: "Xiaolu, I want to dance sword, do you want to watch?"
"Okay." Little Green said happily.
The sword danced by the girl is the most beautiful, even better than Mr. Ghost's.
"Sen."
Like a stream of autumn water, the light of the sword lights up, and the flying snow disperses in all directions. The slightly cold sword edge is covered with snow, and a thin layer of frost condenses, and the hilt of the sword is cold.
In the snow, the sword is bright and dark, sometimes it seems to be submerged, and sometimes it seems to be a flash in the pan.
The figure is graceful, with a bit of loneliness and a bit of ethereal.
It makes people worry that she is like this snow, which melts when touched.
"Buzz."
The long sword hummed, and the tip of the sword caught a snowflake.
In an instant, it seemed to be frozen.
Afterwards, the sword rose, and the sword dance was half cool.
There is another old tree in the yard of Gu Nan's room, it is not known what kind it is, and it grows tall.
In November, the leaves on the trees have fallen almost clean.
Only scattered dead leaves are left, still swaying in the cold wind.
Finally, a dead leaf could not hold on and fell in the wind.
Withered and yellow leaves fall leisurely.
Gu Nan's sword was also put into its sheath.
A few months later, according to Guigu's words, her swordsmanship has been slightly improved.