At noon on this day, the warm breeze blowing from the East China Sea, which is not far away, is very soft. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info is like the most famous fine wool wool produced near the old summer town, and it is simply ironed on the body lukewarmly, and people can't help but reach out and want to touch this soft feeling that seems to be intangible.

It is a holiday day, and the vast majority of people living in the capital, especially in the eastern district, are eligible for such a day of rest.

Horse-drawn carriages lined the streets, and occasionally captured street children were smashed barefoot by soldiers with the butts of their arquebuses, taking them where they belonged.

It was evident that the law and order was very good, the pedestrians on the streets were well-dressed, and the adults were accustomed to everything on the streets, occasionally talking about the athletic meetings that had passed in the past few days, and about the names of those who were far away from them but whose names were very close.

Between the wells and alleys, the happiest thing about this holiday is the group of children who don't need to go to school today. Holding wooden sticks like arquebuses in their hands, or curved bows woven of wicker, they shoot at each other, and their mouths occasionally make thumping sounds, and they occasionally make the appearance of holding copper bars to charge gunpowder and buckshot.

I don't know who it was or I was tired of looking up at the sky, and suddenly I threw away the wooden gun and sword in my hand with a scream, and shouted: "Look! Look at that! What is that? Something's flying! ”

The children who played together did not suspect fraud, and they all raised their heads and opened their mouths wide one by one. The game's crossbow and sword hung low in his hand, forgetting the sore neck when he looked up.

A huge, white ball was flying over their heads, casting a faint shadow, and several birds circled around the giant ball, unsure of whether it was frightened or to warn each other that this was not where it was supposed to be.

"What a weird bird......"

A child doesn't know how to describe it, so he has to use the simplest adjectives and the most flying nouns.

But soon a child retorted: "It has no wings, it must not be a bird." ”

"That's not right! He said that bats are not birds, but bats have wings. Besides, the kites we play with on weekdays, the monkeys and two kicks set off during the Chinese New Year, they are not birds. ”

Such a knowledgeable refutation does not have the effect that the speaking child wants, and is praised by the child for being erudite.

On the contrary, another child said, "Let's run after this shadow!" Maybe it will fall", this simple sentence aroused the child's interest, and he ran after the fast-moving shadow, regardless of whether it was a bird or something else.

Occasionally, someone caught up with the shadow, so they stood on the shadow and stomped their feet, and the children behind followed the chase with a roar and laughter.

More and more children joined in, and gradually adults followed to look up at this strange flying thing, and more and more.

Most adults don't look at the sky like children, because the more they see, the less novelty they get, except for the occasional look up before the rainstorm, they won't have the same novelty about the sky as children.

But when the novelty disrupted the seemingly ever-changing immutability of the sky, the adults also stopped.

Bending his palms to block the sun, he looked up at the strange things flying in the sky, and was amazed.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, but it looks like something human."

"Kites?"

"Where is there such a big kite?"

People are curious but not afraid, with all kinds of speculation. More and more people stopped what they were doing, shielded themselves from the sun with their hands, and watched the monster flying from the east.

I don't know when, people invariably found that this monster threw down a lot of things, fluttering like snowflakes flying overhead, and occasionally flying out of some dandelion-like, small white oddities.

People didn't panic because something suddenly appeared above their heads, or because the monster had dropped something. On the contrary, this strange thing that was thrown down was still flying in the air, and it added a lot of talk to these people out of thin air.

So those who had come out to hang out ran to tell their family or friends who were still in the house, to tell them to look up and see such strange things as they did.

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On a wide street in the East End, Ranki sat on her horse, humming an old ancestor song from hunting.

She wasn't like most of the women on the street.

A horned flute for hunting hung around her neck, a slender light sword hung from the saddle on which a woman rides, and a pair of high-waisted riding boots were underneath, but with a beautiful, feminine pattern embroidered with silver thread, and the silver-plated spurs shone with a piercing luster in the sun.

If it were elsewhere, someone might have whispered such a strange dress behind her back, or even worried that she would fall headfirst from the saddle.

However, on this street, people have long been commonplace, and they will not be satisfied with this special dress.

In fact, she sits sideways in the saddle, and can control her body to follow the shaking and bumps of the horse's back, and rides no slower than some men, especially the horse under the crotch is worth a lot of money, which is beyond the reach of many people.

Aside from these differences, she was about the same as the women who came and went in and out of the street, at least the material of her clothes.

The fabric behind the big is expensive velvet, and the finest silk weft used for warp thread is finely spun cotton thread.

Hair accessories are also very normal women's hair accessories, and the skirts are also worn, which fit well and naturally show the soft and concave curves to the fullest. She is not like some of the girls in the circle who advertise themselves as different, always wearing men's clothes or bunching her breasts, but her young and firm breasts always tremble slightly with the movement of the horses, and do not hide it. She thinks that a woman is a woman, and if she wears a man's clothes in order to prove that she is self-reliant or different or rebellious, it means that she still recognizes that a man is superior to a woman. To do that, it's just to hate men.

Those places that are not covered by clothes or hakama reveal wheat-colored skin, not the kind of deliberate white and red pink, but revealing a wild beauty, elegant like a female leopard.

The fingers holding the reins were slender and the skin was delicate, but there was an imperfect, noticeable scar on the back of the hand.

It was a few years ago when he was racing with some boys in the circle and fell off and was scratched by a sharp stone, and it is still difficult to recover after several years, and it looks like a tooth mark.

Listening to her happily humming a song like a cuckoo in spring, you knew that she had a good time hunting at the manor in her hometown.

The carriage behind her was carrying her booty, and the horses carrying the carriage obviously did not like what was behind, and were a little irritated and neighed.

Lan Qi grabbed the reins beautifully, and with a slight force, the steed spun in circles, staggering with the pack horse behind him.

Skillfully controlling the reins, he blocked the scorching sun that was shining in the eyes of the pack horse, which made the pack horse even more uneasy, and stroked the horse's back to calm the impatient pack horse.

The trophies on the carriage that disturbed the pack horses were actually very small, just two newborn wolf cubs, a male and a female.

But even if they were just born, they were inevitably contaminated with the breath of some wild beasts, which made the two pack horses very uneasy.

A day earlier at the country manor, Ranki had surrounded a she-wolf with the help of dozens of fine hunting dogs, and now the wolf skin had been stripped off.

She was pleasantly surprised not by the beautiful perfect wolf skin with lead bullets piercing through her eyes, but by a litter of wolf cubs that she had stumbled upon.

That litter of wolf cubs was her biggest surprise, but now there were only two in the carriage behind.

In fact, even a whole litter can be raised at home. The ancestors of the family were the viscounts of the feudal state when the country was founded, and during the war of unification, they were one of the few who recognized the republic and gave up their various rights when the situation was still unclear - even if some people later thought that it was just a long time to see through the victory and defeat, but in any case, such a family was also a banner that could be displayed and promoted, and the family did not participate in all kinds of disputes, and relied on land and business to become rich and prosperous until her generation.

When she found the litter, the well-trained hounds did not bite them to death, but she chose only one male and one female, and shot the rest to death—wasting meat alive, starving to death if left alone, and leaving it up to her to end the suffering of these little things.

She wanted to take the two that she had left behind and raise them with her precious hound cubs to see if she could give birth to them.

By the way, we will see if the wolf and the dog will change their temperament by living together, so as to determine whether human morality has anything to do with the bad conditions in which they live, and to use it as evidence to rebuke those who believe that human sin and immorality can be inherited.

All of this she did would not surprise anyone on the street or those who knew her well, it was commonplace.

It's just that she actually hides a lot of secrets, such as the last time the article about people, countries, contracts, and rights that went viral in some small circles was written by her; Another example is that this time I went hunting, and by the way, I went to my manor to see the lives of those hired workers after I received a letter from Hu Lin about the investigation of Mincheng last time.

It has been a few days since I last received Hulin's letter, and as an old friend who has known each other for a long time, the reunion a few days ago was very pleasant.

However, she gave a contradictory evaluation of some of the things Hu Lin said, and she wanted to talk to Chen Jian, who Hu Lin talked about and also mentioned in the letter, but was told that it would be a few days.

She just wanted to know what that person thought of the article she wrote, after all, she felt that the words of a person who was praised by Hu Lin she knew might be more confirming her thoughts.

The idea of her controversial article had already been in place for a long time, but Jian Chen's hypothesis gave her a lot of support, so she took advantage of it.

I wanted to stay in the city and wait, but her life was very regular, and she would always go out hunting or travel far away in spring and autumn. She thought that since everyone has their own life, and since the other person is busy, of course she must also be busy with her own life, and there is nothing better than life.

Because I thought so, I did this, so I had this very surprising harvest.

The harvest was in the carriage behind, and she was still appeasing the pack horse for the harvest, so she subconsciously looked up at the scorching sun that had made the pack horse uneasy.

So she, like most people in the capital at this time, covered her eyes with her hands and looked up at the monster flying overhead.