"The snow is flying in the suburbs and the clouds are dark, but this palace is falling and drying. Shaded by green trees and green curtains, no one knows how cold it is outside. This poem was written by the late Tang Dynasty poet Wu Rong. It clearly depicts the wonderful scene of the snow fluttering in Lishan Mountain in the middle of winter, but the Huaqing Palace is still full of spring.

As if it was a special welcome to the Tang Dynasty Emperor, the first Ruixue of the ninth year of Tianbao quietly arrived on the first day of Xuanzong's arrival in Huaqing Palace. When Guo Xi, Yang Qing and others were enjoying the hot and fragrant hare meat in the tent, they were awakened by the rustling sound outside the tent.

"It's snowing?" Guo Xi was stunned, stopped Zhang Nan's move to go out, walked to the tent door in person, lifted the tent curtain, and the cold wind of early winter carried small snow particles to his face.

"Snow Seed ......" Guo Xi frowned, hurriedly turned around and put on a big coat, and wanted to walk out of the tent.

"Heel! Where to? Yang Qing asked puzzled.

"The snow seeds that fell first are afraid that it will be a heavy snowfall. I'll go to the tent to turn around......" Guo Xi's feet did not stop, and before the words fell, the people had already left the tent.

"Hey, wait for me!" Yang Qing got up, threw his chopsticks and ran out. Shang Han Zhang Nan hurriedly grabbed Yang Qing's big sword and followed closely.

Because Lishan has a lot of geothermal resources, especially in the area centered on Huaqing Palace, the trees are green all year round, and they don't feel cold for 39 days. Even if it snows, it will disappear in an instant when it falls to the ground. However, Guo Xi is still worried that the first heavy snow of the year will make it difficult for the soldiers who are new to the Jian Yu Guard to adapt. Although the military clothes and bedding to keep out the cold were enough, Guo Xi still went to the man's place first and asked them to quickly cook a few large pots of ginger soup, and then instructed the guards to notify the brigades and battalions to send people to pick them up. Immediately afterwards, he personally went to the sleeping tents to inspect the cold protection of the soldiers.

Yang Qing quietly followed behind Guo Xi and watched him arrange various matters in an orderly manner.

It was not until the second half of the night that Guo Xi breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yang Qing and smiled, and finally put his mind at ease.

Because the conversation was not finished just now, Yang Qing still followed Guo Xi back to the main general's bedroom. Ao Kuan personally burned the large copper furnace to red, put a pot of spring water on the seat, and then added a lot of charcoal to it. All of a sudden, the whole tent immediately became warm and comfortable.

Yang Qing stared at the red-hot charcoal in the copper furnace with a demented appearance.

When Guo Xi saw this situation, he was shocked, could it be that Yang Qing was sick again?

"Ziyin? Ziyin! ”

Suddenly, Yang Qing jumped up violently, and even the dishes and chopsticks in front of him were knocked to the ground. Shanghan Zhang Nan was startled and quickly got up. Yang Qing clenched his hands into fists, constantly beating his temples, his eyes were still staring blankly at the red charcoal, but the excitement in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

Guo Xi and the three looked at each other in disbelief, not understanding what was going on. Shang Han didn't dare to speak out at this time, but secretly accumulated his strength, worried that Yang Qing would suddenly go crazy, so he had to subdue him temporarily.

Without warning, Yang Qingqian jumped in front of Guo Xi and grabbed Guo Xi's two arms violently. Shang Han and Zhang Nan's hearts moved slightly, and they had already shot at the same time, and one of them pressed Yang Qing's shoulder.

"Heel! Gunpowder! Gunpowder! Yang Qing roared excitedly, grabbed Guo Xi and shook him.

Guo Xi has been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years, and he can be regarded as rolling over from the pile of dead people, and he has seen any bloody and terrifying scenes. But now, he was a little scared.

"Okay, gunpowder, yes, you want?" Guo Xi looked at Yang Qing with blank eyes, and his mouth stammered. There was a burst of pain in my arm, and I knew that I wouldn't have taken it off!

"Yes! …… Well? Pregnant? Yang Qing's excited expression gradually disappeared, his mouth slowly opened wide, and his hand slowly loosened.

Ziyin...... You...... You okay? ”

Yang Qing took two steps back decadently, lowered his head and replied sullenly, "I'm fine." How could there be? Isn't it the Northern Song Dynasty......"

"What's the send? What to give? Guo Xi didn't hear clearly.

"Are you sure you have gunpowder now?" Yang Qing raised his head and did not give up.

"Yes. During the Chinese New Year, firecrackers are set off by large households...... It's gunpowder. Guo Xi didn't understand what Yang Qing wanted to do.

Firecrackers? The New Year entertainment activities of the people of Datang have been so developed?

"Is there anything here? Right now! "Still don't give up.

"Where is it now, it's not at home......"

"Where? Right now! ”

"I don't know ......" Guo Xi was very aggrieved.

"Taoist temple...... Perhaps...... Uncle, what are you going to do? Although Shang Han was also confused by Yang Qing, his brain still turned fast.

Yang Qing turned around in surprise: "Yes, yes!" Where is the Taoist temple? Ah no, how can there be a Taoist temple? ”

"There is a ...... in the Huaqing Palace But the Forbidden Garden...... Besides, it's already closed with a curfew, and you can't get in. Shang Han replied in embarrassment.

Speaking of Taoist temples, Guo Xi remembered, yes, gunpowder is made by Taoist alchemy, isn't there a Taoist temple above his head, and it is not in the Huaqing Palace, thinking of this, he hurriedly said: "The holy temple is on the top of the mountain in the east, and there should be one there." ...... tomorrow morning."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Qing pulled out his legs and ran. Zhang Nan was in a hurry, so he chased after him. Shang Han smiled bitterly, hugged his fist at Guo Xi, and chased Yang Qing's big man out, leaving a stunned Guo Xi.

Yang Qing was not stupid, he took down the lantern pinned to the outside of Guo Xi's tent before leaving, and then hurried away, not caring about Zhang Nan's bitter persuasion behind him. After Shang Han caught up, he gently patted Zhang Nan's back, signaling that he didn't need to persuade him anymore, and he just hurried together.

The mountain road is difficult to navigate, and the snow is falling, and the stone road is slippery. At this time, Lishan was not developed into a tourist attraction, and there were not even railings on both sides of the mountain road...... Fortunately, the merchant Zhang Nan walked forward with Yang Qing on the left and the right, otherwise......

When the little Taoist priest of the Descending Saint Temple opened a crack in the door with a frightened expression, Yang Qing had completely sobered up, and his words and deeds had returned to normal. After some good talk, even the identity of the general was used, Yang Qing finally affirmed that there was no gunpowder in the Taoist temple, but he had already figured it out. Don't do that! Thankfully, Zhang Guanzhu, who was forced to get out of bed and still in shock, Yang Qing was satisfied to get two large bags of saltpeter and sulfur, charcoal, and a lot of them in the army, so as not to give the believers and laymen in religious holy places how to spend the winter. Down!

It's easy to go up the hill and hard to go down. Yang Qing's experience of going up the mountain is like someone burning his buttocks, only hating his father and mother for missing a few legs, and running desperately in a few steps; Now go down the mountain, be careful and be careful, rather slow down for three minutes, don't grab a second, use both hands and feet, and almost crawl forward on the ground. He also ordered Shang and Zhang to swear to protect the loot they had looted so that they could not be wet, and they could not care about his Yang Qing's life or death, but they must bring saltpeter and sulfur back to the barracks dry!

Shanghan Zhang Nan held the paper bag in his arms, and had to free one hand to take care of Yang Qing, his eyes staring at the road, and his footsteps were like a minefield. On the mountain path on a snowy night, a miserable white lantern and three strange figures staggered forward......