Last night, there was another heavy snowfall.

Chang'an City was also completely wrapped in a layer of snow white.

However, after the heavy snowfall, the weather is not so cold, and I can barely go out by wearing two more layers of jackets.

It wasn't until noon, when the sun was high, that He Guangsu put on several layers of old clothes, pinned arrows around his waist, and carried a longbow behind his back, and went out of the city from Xuanping Gate, and continued eastward through Guangming Township, and came to the mountains and forests to the east.

Six days have passed since the incident in Beique.

On that day, with the three hundred copper coins he had saved in his hand, He Guangsu bought nearly four stones of corn—and when the benevolent civil official saw that Lu Guangsu was still short of twenty yuan, he grabbed a handful of the four stones of corn and handed the rest to He Guangsu.

Although the price of grain in Chang'an is still like frozen canal water, nailed to the price of 450 yuan a stone, but with those corns, He Guangsu does not have to worry about food at home for the time being.

And today, the reason why Lu Guangsu came here is because his youngest son He Weiyang suffered from the wind cold and had a fever...

Recalling the young child who died of fever in his neighborhood, Lu Guangsu was anxious - the youngest son was not young, but he was his only seedling!

If something goes wrong and the ancestral hall breaks off the bloodline, then after He Guangsu dies, he will be able to cover his face under Jiuquan!

But he had no money in his hand and couldn't afford to hire a witch doctor, so Lu Guangsu could only venture outside the city to see if he could catch some wild animals to replenish his young son's body.

The mountains and forests in winter can only be described as desolate and bleak.

Holding a bow and arrow, he walked for a long time among the dead wood forests, and except for the occasional neighing jackdaw from the branches, He Guangsu found no signs of life.

With a sigh, he came to a dry slanted tree, He Guangsu took out a machete, planning to chop some firewood and go home.

As soon as the machete was raised, He Guangsu felt a cold hair stand on end, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged!

Before he could turn around, there was a soft sound of landing behind him, and a dagger was already between He Guangsu's neck.

Lu Guangsu let go of his hand without hesitation, let the machete fall on the snow, and then slowly raised his hand, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

- If it weren't for the snow on the ground, the man behind him wouldn't have made any noise when he jumped from the tree!

This kind of person is not something He Guangsu can compete with at all - even if he once served in the army in the border area, he has some skills.

"Heroic spare, I'm just a farmer, and I don't have much money on me..."

Before He Guangsu finished speaking, he saw a figure in shabby clothes, but with complete armor and helmets, bows and swords all over his body, and figures almost armed to the teeth jumped from the tree!

In the originally uninhabited dead wood forest, there were suddenly dozens of squatting figures.

In He Guangsu's horrified gaze, the dozens of sturdy figures scattered in an instant, vigilantly observing the surroundings of the dead forest.

One of them bit the back of the dagger, hunched his waist and hurried to He Guangsu's side, and with a slight wave of the knife on the outside of He Guangsu's knee, Lu Guangsu involuntarily squatted on the ground.

The man vigilantly glanced around, and let out an extremely realistic crow's roar, and Lu Guangsu was picked up and quickly walked deeper into the dry forest.

Walking out for nearly ten miles, Lu Guangsu, who was being held, was sweating a little, but the people around him didn't breathe, and they still walked towards the dry forest at an almost inhuman speed.

Lu Guangsu was thinking about how to get out in a panic, and he was thrown into the snow.

Coming back to his senses and raising his head, Lu Guangsu looked at the scene in front of him, and even stopped abruptly getting up!

"Do you know that without the permission of the edict, what is the crime of privately damaging the forest?"

With a loud shout, Lu Guangsu's only remaining courage was dispersed, and looking at the tall warrior walking slowly in the distance, Lu Guangsu's legs were swinging, his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't say anything...

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It was rare to get warmer, and it coincided with the rest day, Chen Ping also made an appointment with Zhou Bo and the baby, and came to the juju field near Xuanping Gate.

About 20 zhang long and 78 zhang wide, there is no shadow of snow at all, and the rammed earth on the ground is still dry, and it is covered with a layer of fine sand.

On the left and right sides of the field is a wooden frame about a foot high, on which there is a rectangular plank, with a round hole drilled in the middle, which is slightly larger than the bow ball placed in the center of the field.

Twenty-four people in the venue were divided into two sides, twelve on each side; There was not much difference in clothing, but the one on the left had strips of red cloth tied to their foreheads, and the one on the right had strips of black cloth.

Chen Ping and the three of them sat on the high pavilion on the side of the field, with tea and pastries in front of them, and two maidservants behind them.

The baby who was sitting on Chen Ping's left side didn't seem to be interested, just lazily leaning on the desk in front of him, looking at the guardrail in front of him in a daze.

Zhou Bo, who was on the far right, was flushed with excitement, stood up from time to time, and pointed to the scene and scolded!

Looking at the appearance of the two, Chen Ping shook his head with a faint smile, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, then lay down, his right elbow stood on the edge of the feast, and his left hand slapped regularly on his knee, looking at the chaotic Keju match in the field with satisfaction.

Xu was tired of scolding, Zhou Bo smashed his fist on the guardrail, then sat back in his seat in a huff, picked up the tea bowl and poured it violently, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, and continued to roar into the field: "The court guard can win and wait, and the meat on weekdays is eaten in vain!" ”①

Seeing Zhou Bo's unsubsided anger, Chen Ping turned his head sideways to look at the infant who also couldn't help laughing, and the two laughed in unison.

Guan Ying stroked his beard under his chin, and said with a relaxed face: "Decades have passed, and the Taiwei is still childlike~"

Chen Ping, who was in the middle, also smiled lightly: "When Emperor Taizu Gao was hiding in the dragon, he often summoned the Marquis of Wuyangzhuang, the Marquis of Jianghou, and the Marquis of Ruyin, and the land of abundance to go into battle and kiss him. ”

Listening to the two of them teasing themselves like children, Zhou Bo still frowned, a breath of anger erupted from his nose, and he smashed his knee with a punch.

"It's been nearly ten days, and that little boy still can't hide, every time he thinks about it, he can't wait to ride his horse and kill the villain under the horse!"

As soon as the words came out, Chen Ping's complexion suddenly froze; The baby on the side was also stunned, picked up the tea bowl without a trace, and watched the bow game in the field attentively.

"The big thing is undecided, it's better for Jianghou to be cautious..."

Hearing Chen Ping's vague hint, Zhou Bo also looked panicked and moved his gaze back to the field.

In the silence, Chen Ping slowly raised his hand, and with a slight wave, a group of warriors ascended the attic and escorted the six trembling maids down.

When there was no one else in the attic, Chen Ping looked at Zhou Bo on the right and sighed: "Why is the Marquis so ignorant? ”

The baby on the side was still staring at the field, the tea bowl in his hand was already empty, and it was not put down, and it was still stuck to his mouth.

Zhou Bo had to exhale a sullen breath, stood up, and just made a gesture of confession, one of the samurai who had just left was gathered and hurriedly climbed to the attic.

Zhou Bo stopped at the right time and looked behind Chen Ping, Chen Ping also looked back, his face was straight, and his tone was slightly reproachful: "What's the matter?" ”

I saw that the warrior came to Chen Ping's side and whispered to Chen Ping for a while, Chen Ping was suddenly overjoyed, and smiled at Zhou Bo and Chen Ping: "The fish has entered the urn!" ”