"There's no way." Huo Quzhi poured wine into his cup and said helplessly.

"The weather in Shuofang in winter is uncertain, if it snows during the war, and you can't fast forward and retreat, how can my eight hundred horsemen fight? I had to retreat before the snow fell. ”

He drank half of the wine in his cup in one gulp, pursed his mouth, and looked still a little unwilling: "If it weren't for that, I would definitely have to catch up with it a few more times." ”

Gu Nan held the wine glass in his hand, the wine in the glass shook slightly, and he glanced at Huo Quzhi with a smile: "How is this battle?" ”

Huo Quzhi hooked the corners of his mouth, after all, he is a young man, and he is always more enthusiastic, and this battle is a pleasure for him.

But he's still a general, and he knows that there are some things he shouldn't say too much.

"Senior Gu, this is a military aircraft, I can't say much about my illness, I hope Mr. will forgive me."

"Nothing." Gu Nan understood this, and after expressing his understanding, he didn't ask any more.

The two of them just sat and drank, and the wine warmed up by the fire.

"I think my predecessors seem to know a lot about the military formation." Huo Quzhi suddenly thought of something, and said to Gu Nan half-jokingly.

"No, if my seniors join our army, I will talk to my seniors."

"Don't." Gu Nan drank the wine in his cup, picked up the wine jug on the ground and poured it himself, looking at the contents of the cup.

He said as if he were talking to himself.

"I'm tired of doing the battle."

Gu Nan's words made Huo Qu sick for a moment, and asked, "Seniors have been in the army?" ”

No wonder he was surprised, after all, Gu Nan was a woman, and it was indeed rare for a woman to walk in formation.

"Played for some years." As he spoke, Gu Nan raised his head and drank the wine in his hand.

Huo Quai's illness was supposed to be Gu Nan joking with him again, but when he looked at Gu Nan's appearance, he felt that what Gu Nan said seemed to be true.

I didn't know how to answer, but I drank all the wine in the glass together.

The wine is getting drunk.

Huo Quzhi's alcohol consumption didn't seem to be very good, but after drinking five glasses, his face was already slightly red.

After this battle, he will return to Chang'an.

In fact, Huo Qubing didn't want to go back to Chang'an, where he was respected in Chang'an, but he was just an illegitimate child who was instructed by others.

For him, instead of being in Chang'an, if he leads the army outside and fights in all directions, maybe this desert should be his destination.

Or when he broke through the Huns and returned in armor, he should be a hero, just like his uncle.

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With a mist in his eyes, he looked at the man next to him, who was sitting in the snow and playing with the cup in his hand.

In the slightly drunk eyes, the man looked ethereal, and the firelight reflected the figure and fell in the eyes.

This glance will be remembered by him for a long time in the future.

A piece of snow fell into the cup and melted in the wine, Gu Nan drank the wine in the cup and looked at Huo Quai.

This kid was already sitting there and was already a little drunk, simply, he was half drunk but quiet, there was nothing bad about getting drunk, just looking at his side, I don't know what he was looking at in a daze.

"Senior Gu." Huo Quzhi said as if he had suddenly discovered something.

"Huh?"

"The voice of the senior is different from the last time." Huo Quzhi put down the wine glass, he didn't plan to drink it anymore, if he drank it again, he was worried that if he was really drunk, he would not be able to go back.

"Oh." Gu Nan nodded his head clearly: "Originally, there were some diseases in the throat. Miss Qing gave me some medicine, and I drank it from time to time, and my symptoms gradually improved. It won't be long before it's all right. ”

"That's it." Huo Quzhi looked down at the fire and suddenly smiled: "The girl's original voice should be very good." ”

This time, he didn't call his seniors, Gu Nan was drinking, or his voice was too soft, and he didn't hear it clearly.

The night in the snow was deep, and a firelight could be seen dancing in the snow in the distance, and the two people by the fire were in a daze, and the other was drinking.

"If you go back to Guanzhong, can you bring some things for me?" Gu Nan turned his head to look at Huo Quzhi and asked.

Huo Qu came back to his senses, took his eyes off the fire, and said with a smile.

"The predecessors said that the last time I saved my life, I have not thanked him for going to the disease."

Gu Nan put down the wine glass: "It's nothing, if you can help me bring some paper." ”

"Paper?" Huo Quzhi was a little puzzled: "What do you want to do here?" ”

This is some secretary things, although it is said to be more convenient than bamboo slips, but it is not much easier to use, and it can be broken with a little force.

Gu Nan smiled: "I want to write something." ”

"A book."

"Oh?" Huo Quzhi's eyes showed some curiosity: "I don't know what the name is?" ”

Gu Nan thought for a while, as if he had thought of a book title that could be used, and said with a smile.

"Qimen Dunjia."

She didn't know that the title of the book she said on a whim had really become a group of strange books that would be circulated in the world.

After drinking, it was night, Huo Quzhi led the horse and left, and the figure in the snowy night was no longer clear before he had gone far.

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Chang'an a few months later.

In the streets and alleys of Chang'an, the eaves are scattered, and the flow of people comes and goes, and it looks like a quite prosperous scene from a distance.

The voices of the people are bustling, and they can't hear what they are saying clearly, which is a bit noisy and annoying.

In a small building, the furnishings in the house are simple, and the windows are hidden, making the sound on the street outside much quieter.

Incense was burning in the room, and the green smoke was lightly enveloped in the room, and the fragrance was not heavy, it was a very light aroma.

Sitting in this room unconsciously makes people feel a little more at ease.

A painter is holding a pen and standing in front of the table with his sleeves on, leaning over to paint. The ink marks on the painting are still fresh, and I think I have just started to paint.

In front of the painter sat a young man, no older than the weak crown, dressed in a robe.

He was half-frowning, watching the painter paint.

The painter's appearance looks a little nervous, although the person in front of him is a teenager, but this young man always has an inexplicable courage on his body.

He is also a famous painter in Chang'an, who has painted many people, and naturally has seen many people.

The young man gave him the same feeling as a general he had ever met.

"Sir, this woman's eyebrows are not like this."

The boy whispered in front of the artist.

"Hey, I'll change it." The painter nodded.

He changed the eyebrows of a woman on the painting twice, got up and said, "What do you think of this?" ”

Only then did one see the painting on the silk cloth, which was of a woman by a fire, with flying snow everywhere, and the woman was dressed in men's clothes, holding a glass of wine in her hand, and looked like she was about to drink.

The young man frowned and looked at the painting, as if he was still not satisfied, and said.

"It's not like that, it should be, it should be heroic."

The painter smiled bitterly: "Jun, no matter how heroic this is, he is a man." ”