In November, the snow fell a little early in Qin.

The winter wind was a little dry, blowing the clothes of passers-by, and the snow in the air was sprinkled and falling in all directions.

The eaves of the houses beside the road were covered with a layer of snow white, and a few snowflakes fell on the treetops and turned into a patch of frost.

Different from the joy of seeing the snow in later generations, people pulled their clothes to keep them warm and looked at the snow in the sky with sadness. The weather is cold, but the food for winter has not yet been prepared.

This winter, I don't know how many people will freeze to death and starve to death in this snow.

"Stomp, stomp." Hurried footsteps sounded in the corridors of the palace.

A hunched emaciated middle-aged man gasped slightly and stopped at the door of the palace: "King, the military situation is urgent." ”

The middle-aged man's voice was not loud in the palace, but it clearly reached the ears of an old man with a flat face who was sitting in the center inside.

And the others really acted as if they hadn't heard anything.

The old man sitting in the hall frowned, put down the wine glass in his hand, and waved his hand at the people in the hall below.

The people in the temple stopped, and the music stopped abruptly.

The musicians and dancers hurriedly stood up and saluted.

In a moment, the palace was empty except for the old man and the middle-aged man standing outside the door.

The old man picked up the glass again and took a sip: "What's the matter?" ”

The middle-aged man bowed down and walked into the main hall, walked in front of the old man, and handed over a bamboo slip.

The old man drank the wine, took the bamboo slip, and flipped it open.

Looking at the words on the bamboo slips, the originally plain expression slowly became excited.

After a long time, the old man closed the bamboo slip.

"Zhao Guo, it's time to change generals."

The middle-aged man was shocked, but immediately lowered his head a little lower and did not reply.

Sometimes, it's also a sin to hear something you shouldn't hear.

The sin of being beheaded.

"Raise your head." The old man glanced disdainfully at the middle-aged man below.

"Send this to Wu Anjun and let him come to see me."

"Yes."

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Snowy weather, somewhat cold.

But for those who practice martial arts, it's just a little cold.

Gu Nan leaned against the snowy courtyard wall with a sword, wearing a cyan robe that was not too thick, and a cloak on his shoulders.

Through the courtyard wall, he looked at Daqin, who was covered in silver.

Before I knew it, half a year had passed.

Although she has lived in seclusion for the past six months, she doesn't even know what is going on outside, but she also feels extraordinarily real.

The scabbard in her hand was cold, reminding her that it was all true.

It's like a world away.

That's how she feels right now.

In his previous life, he lived in the south, but he rarely saw snow.

The snow in Daqin is not big, but it is dry and cold, and wherever it falls, it cannot dissolve until it condenses into a frost white.

"Girl, what are you doing on it, be careful not to fall." Midori's voice sounded under the courtyard walls.

Gu Nan looked down and looked at Xiao Lu in the snow, and a few snowflakes fell on her shoulders and sideburns.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Gu Nan rolled down the wall.

The wall is a few meters high, but there is no obstacle for her.

Landed in front of Midori, who was pouting.

Reaching out, he plucked a patch of snow from her hair.

"Girl, you, what are you doing?"

Xiao Lu was blushed by Gu Nan's sudden movements.

Her own girl is always like this, which makes her always a little embarrassed.

Ordinary women naturally don't do this, but I don't know why my own girl gives her a different feeling.

How to say it, there is always a bit of handsome masculinity, and that bit of heroic feeling always makes Xiao Lu unconsciously.

Looking at Gu Nan, who was close at hand, Xiao Lu's eyes were stunned again.

My own girl is really handsome.

Thinking of this, her face was hot again.

Gu Nan patted her head, looked at her thin clothes, smiled and untied her cloak and draped it on her body.

"You're not like a rough person like us, and you're not afraid of catching a cold if you wear so little."

"The girl is not a rough person, I have seen many people, but they are not as smart as the girl."

"Poof." Gu Nan laughed.

Looking back at the flying snow in mid-air.

"The snow in Daqin is really early."

"In previous years, it was even earlier, starting in early November." Xiao Lu looked at Gu Nan and looked at Xuetian, as if someone had something on his mind.

"Yes." Gu Nan suddenly smiled for some reason and said, "Over there, we don't necessarily get snow once a year." Every time it snows, a lot of people come out to see it. ”

"Girl······" Xiao Lu turned his head sideways and looked at Gu Nan.

Girl, is this homesick?

"Girl, where is the girl's home?"

Gu Nan raised his head, the snow flew all over the sky, and the dry and cold fine snow dispersed, like a light song and dance, covering Daqin with a thin veil.

After a long time, she turned her head.

"The snow is too big to see."

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Lu and smiled: "Xiao Lu, I want to dance the sword, do you want to see it?" ”

"Okay." Midori said happily.

The sword of the girl's dance is the most beautiful, even better than Mr. Ghost's.

"Sen."

Like an autumn water, the sword light lit up, the snow scattered, the slightly cold sword blade was stained with snow, condensed with a layer of frost, and the hilt of the sword was cold.

In the snow, the sword was bright and dark, and suddenly it seemed to be submerged, and suddenly it seemed to be a flash in the pan.

The figure is fluttering, with a bit of loneliness, and a little ethereal.

It's worrying that she's like this snow, and when she touches it, it melts.

"Buzz."

The sword hummed, and the tip of the sword caught a snowflake.

In an instant, it seemed to be frozen.

Then, the sword rose, and the sword dance was half cool.

There is another old tree in the courtyard of Gu Nan's room, I don't know what kind of tree it is, it grows tall.

By the time of November, the leaves on the trees have fallen almost clean.

Only scattered dead leaves remained, still swaying in the cold wind.

Eventually, a dead leaf could not hold it up and fell in the wind.

The yellowish leaves fall leisurely.

Gu Nan's sword was also put into the sheath.

A few months later, in Guigu's words, her swordsmanship was a little better.