The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the streets of Jicheng are crowded with people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThey all tucked their hands into their cuffs, and white breath came out of their mouths.

From time to time, someone stomped his feet vigorously in the crowded crowd, and his eyes looked at the city gate, as if waiting for someone.

Drink alone, the heart is cold and the wine is spicy, and how can you understand the words of the sage?

I have no wings, how can I spread my wings for a hundred miles and soar beyond the sky.

The sound of singing spread through the crowd, and the sound was heard. Soldiers who had been waiting to manage the law and order here crowded into the crowd to search for the source of the sound.

"Who dares to make a noise here?"

The heavily armored samurai pushed away the crowd and pulled out the bronze sword in his hand with its scabbard, his gaze fixed on a man in white.

The man in white looked at the samurai who pushed away the crowd and came towards him, but he laughed drunkly and shouted: "Who is who, who are you reciting? Who is who? There are few things in the world that are confused, so why should you care?"

"Where's the drunken madman."

The samurai at the head heard the words of the man in white, and before he could get closer, he smelled the smell of wine that melted in the cold air.

He put the bronze sword he had drawn into the scabbard again, and said hoarsely: "Put him down, so as not to get in the way." If you are seen by General Shen, who has just returned, you will have to suffer. ”

These seemingly gentle words fell into the ears of the two soldiers behind him, and their faces could not help but turn a little pale, and they looked up at the leader as they looked at each other.

"What are you doing yet?"

The samurai turned his head to see the expressions of the two, his expression was scornful, and he naturally knew what the two were thinking. This made General Shen, who had just returned, see that he, the centurion, might have suffered more than the two of them.

The two staggered the centurion's body, but they were full of compassion in their hearts, and the bronze sword they had just held was pulled out again, frightening the people around to separate the road and expose the man in white.

"Why should you hold it so tightly on your body? You can't let it go? These are things outside the body, things outside the body! Why be persistent?"

The man in white was still smiling, his messy hair covered with melted white snowflakes.

"Where did the drunkard come from, and what kind of nonsense he said. If it's fun, stay away and get out of the way!"

One of the two walked out, and he stretched out his hand to push the man, and the saliva in his mouth was hidden in the air along the white gas that had been spit out together.

The man in white looked at the warrior's outstretched hand, his swaying body fell to the ground, and the heavy sword in his hand quietly struck the warrior's ankle with his wrist.

The heavy sword slammed into the samurai's ankle-clad armor with a low thud, but the force fell through the metal onto his flesh. The pain instantly ate in his heart, he jumped up slightly, the anger in his heart was unquenchable, the wrinkles on his forehead were crowded together, his eyes widened, and he kicked the man in white lying on the ground angrily.

The white-clothed man's eyes flickered, and his whole body rolled in the snow, dodging the samurai's iron booted feet as his right hand twisted his heavy sword diagonally between the samurai's feet, and the scabbard pressed heavily against the samurai's hind feet.

The samurai's front foot missed, and as he retreated, he stumbled on the scabbard, and his hind foot could not react for a while. His whole body was unstable. When the man in white turned over and moved over, he fell heavily into the snow.

The biting cold hit his face buried in the snow, white sticky particles on his lips. He slammed his hand on the snow in annoyance, made a heavy "bah" sound in his mouth, spit out the snow at the corner of his mouth, raised his head and glared viciously at the man in white who had already stood up.

"It's not cheap." With a big smile on his face, the man in white stretched out his foot and kicked away the bronze sword that had fallen into the snow and belonged to the samurai.

Another samurai in the back reacted, hurriedly ran over and picked up the bronze sword that had been kicked away, and then bent down to help the samurai who fell in the snow up, with a cold look in his eyes: "Toast and don't eat and eat and drink." ”

The words fell, and the bronze swords in the hands of the two were clutched. The steps under their feet were closing in at the same time.

"The son of the Yue Kingdom..."

"The one on the red horse is the son of the Yue Kingdom."

"It is said that the Vietnamese man in the south of the strait is beautiful, and it is true when I see it today. ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the crowd once again rushed towards the three of them. The samurai in armor was shocked, but when he looked around, he saw a huge procession not far away.

"General Shen!"

The two of them saw Shen Ling on a snow-white horse from afar, although the two of them did not have an official position. But he was fortunate to have a look at Shen Ling from a distance many years ago.

Yiren Nianjun.

Long leaning away from the time of the long pavilion, I don't know that your bones have turned into mud.

It's a long life, and you don't know what the people think.

Determined to soar into the sky and leave a name in history.

Sad, how many emperors were there in ancient times?

Sad, when will the love affair of the monarch be born?

Sad, the mountains and rivers are still eternal, and the Yiren are not ready to be treated.

The man in white sang loudly again when the two of them were gods, and his hands and feet were beating hard in the crowd, as if he was crazy.

The two of them were shocked by this and were indignant in their hearts. Such a madman also let them meet, if he let him sing loudly and disturb the prince of the Yue Kingdom, how could General Shen let them have a good time.

Frustrated, the two of them pushed aside the reunited crowd. The two of them held the heavy sword in their hands and held the man in white and walked towards the back of the crowd, but their mouths were babbling and complaining.

Sad, the mountains and rivers are still eternal, and the Yiren are not ready to be treated.

With such words and a rhythmic voice, there was a unique vicissitudes of life, Li Qi sat on the red horse, and looked at the man in white who was set aside by the samurai.

His eyes narrowed slightly and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he laughed when he read this sentence in his mouth, and muttered on the horse: "The mountains and rivers are eternal, and the promise of the king is like fireworks, how can it be trusted?"

Xiang Yiming looked at Li Qi who suddenly pulled the reins and stopped, he followed Li Qi's gaze but only saw the crowd that was pulled away and gathered, he listened to the words of the man in white, but he just shook his head and pulled his gaze back.

The horse roared lowly, and Li Qi pulled the reins again and walked down the street. There were countless glances on his somewhat sad face.

He looked into the distance and sighed long. After entering the Chu State like this, I am afraid that it will be a distant matter to return to the Yue State in the future.

The alliance between Chu and Yue could not last long, and the Chu State was in a big way to attack the four countries, and the Yue State alone was just a plan to stabilize the rear.

With such a way of drinking to quench his thirst, he, the son of the Yue Kingdom, was afraid that he would be monitored as soon as he entered the palace of the Chu State. The king of the Chu State didn't even want the son of the Chu State, how could his ambition be satisfied with the territory of the Four Kingdoms.

"This war is here after all!"

Li Qi let out a low roar, clamped the horse's belly with his feet, pulled the reins and rode the horse along the streets of Jicheng.

The speed of the horse pulled the wind that froze in the city, and the sound of "whirring" sounded in his ears, which was the sound of winter in the country, and there was no snow but the north wind that blew away.