Wei Zhuang never thought that he would one day lead a horse for someone, and it was for a woman. A woman who has only met for a day and has not had much to do with her.

Dressed as a black ranger, with a black hat, he was holding his thin horse in his right hand, and a girl in white was sitting right away. The girl wore a light veil, a white fox scarf around her neck, a white jacket, and her whole body was furry.

After Xiu Ji was buried, Wei Zhuang and Wang Da, the leader of the Snow Maiden's guards, explained everything about the Concubine Xue Pavilion, and quietly left the town in the middle of the night and went straight to Handan.

The snow was falling, the cold wind was coming, Wei Zhuang felt cold all over his body, and his left hand touched his waist, trying to find the wine gourd, but he was empty. I was stunned for a moment before I remembered that my sword and wine gourd were placed on the back of the horse, and they were guarded by the Snow Maiden.

With a sigh, Wei Zhuang stretched out his left hand, handed it to the Snow Girl, and said, "Take out my wine gourd, and I'll take a sip of wine to warm up." ”

"Drinking hurts your body, drink less, Aunt Xiu said that if a man wants to do great things, he must quit drinking and sex." Despite saying this, the Snow Maiden still took out the wine gourd from the burden on the horse's back and put it in Wei Zhuang's wide palm.

"If a man doesn't drink, he will come to the world in vain. Your aunt Xiu doesn't really understand men. Wei Zhuang took the wine gourd, pulled out the stopper, poured a sip, and said with hot air.

"Hey, I vaguely heard it during the worship that day, you are also from Zhao State, what is your real name, Yu Xue, yes, it is Yu Xue." Wei Zhuang asked a question while drinking. When drinking, he always wants to find someone to talk to, especially the beautiful woman.

With a "snap", Wei Zhuang inadvertently received a blow on the top of his head. "Poof", spit out the wine he had just drunk in his mouth.

Wei Zhuang gently rubbed the place where he was beaten, his brows furrowed, no one dared to hit his head except his parents and master. When I turned my head, I saw that the snow girl had a cold pretty face, the corners of her mouth were pursed, her face was a little gloomy, and the bright murder weapon in her hand was clearly her own saber - Chunjun.

"Hey, girl, why did you hit me on the head, it hurts, you are not afraid of beating me stupid, just talk casually, so that you are more serious and angry, and sure enough, it is 'only villains and women are difficult to raise', Confucius does not deceive me."

A piercing murderous aura and cold glow shot out from the Snow Maiden's eyes, as if she was about to stab Wei Zhuang into a thousand holes, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a lot. She doesn't want to be talked about her past.

Wei Zhuang took the initiative to ignore this gentle murderous aura, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and said with an indifferent smile: "You and I are both fallen people at the end of the world, without fatherly and maternal love, and without a happy childhood, this may be the reason why I want to say a few more words to you." ”

"Childhood, what's that?" The Snow Girl was puzzled and interjected curiously, her face not as cold as she had just now.

"Childhood is a passing childhood, a beautiful memory." Wei Zhuang explained that he always inadvertently said new terms from his previous life.

"I don't have a childhood." The Snow Girl said in a cold tone.

"Everyone has their own childhood, and perhaps some people have unhappy childhoods, even full of sadness and misfortune. But there is no escaping the fact that it is an indelible past, and in an unknown corner, you will secretly remember and cry secretly. Wei Zhuang sighed in his heart, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.

"You are a peerless swordsman, you exude nobility, you must have a happy childhood." The Snow Girl glanced at the bitterness in Wei Zhuang's eyes and asked deliberately.

"Happy? Perhaps. Under the glamorous coat, there is often hidden pain that no one knows. What you don't know is that I'm just a nameless son of Wei Guo and Han, a tool for the exchange of interests. I grew up in a deep cold palace, with no freedom, no joy, cold scraps, lack of food and clothing, ridicule, insults and punishments, and lived a life that was not even as good as ordinary people. I still remember that when I was seven years old, my mother paid a heavy price to make me a scholar of Prince Han, and I didn't see her for the next three years. When I was nine years old, I met my mother in the cold winter, and I didn't think it would be the last time. My mother was killed by the order of King Han, and the last thing she remembered was my son, and she never forgot it, and when she left, she held my palms tightly with both hands. ”

Wei Zhuang's eyes were full of tears, and he kept pouring wine, looking sad. Seeing Wei Zhuang's true feelings, Xue Nu had a sense of sympathy in her heart, she originally thought that she was the most unfortunate and pitiful person in the world, but now she found that there was another person who was all the way to herself.

"What about you? Don't you talk about it, it will be better to say the pain buried in your heart. If you don't say it, I seem to have suffered a little. The sadness on Wei Zhuang's face quickly put away, and he joked at the Snow Girl.

Perhaps it was sympathy, Xue Nu opened her red lips, her eyes full of reminiscence, and said: "I was born in a poor family in Zhao Kingdom, and my biological parents discarded me in the leather jacket when I was just born, and fortunately I was picked up and adopted by a young couple. ”

The Snow Girl paused, the look in her eyes first resentment, then sweetness and helplessness, and then said: "When I was five years old, my adoptive parents were promoted to a big fat boy, and my existence became a burden, and my poor family could not afford to support me, I was told my identity, and the rest of the days began to live on the streets. ”

"One day a year later, I was pampered. The goddess-like character, Aunt Xiu, a famous dancing girl in Zhao Guo, adopted me, made me feel the warmth of spring, and gave me all good things, including family affection. Aunt Xiu was so kind to me, she asked me to dance, sing songs, accompany me shopping, buy rouge, and I vowed to repay Aunt Xiu. Time flies, and last year I became another top-notch Xue Ji in Zhao Kingdom, inheriting Aunt Xiu's mastery. ”

Speaking of this, a sweet smile appeared on the Snow Maiden's face, the corners of her mouth curled up beautifully, and her face was full of happiness.

"But good things can't always stay by my side, Aunt Xue is gone, forever gone, I will never see her again, wow! I'm so sad, really sad! At this point, the Snow Maiden burst into tears, tears dripping down, heartbroken, holding the reins and holding the horse.

Wei Zhuang looked at the crying Snow Maiden, put down the wine gourd, stretched out his hand, and gently patted her back to comfort her.

The Snow Girl leaned her head on his shoulder, Wei Zhuang did not move away, and said slowly: "Legend has it that people will turn into stars in the sky after death, Xiuji She will watch you in the sky, you must be happy and live happily." ”

“……”

Outside Handan City, Wei Zhuang and the Snow Girl braved the wind and snow, and finally arrived at their destination along the way.

Looking at the scattered people at the city gate, their expressions were dull and numb, just living for survival, without the happiness of the past.

Wei Zhuang let out a long sigh, he felt that Handan was even more depressed now, and he was almost lifeless. He knew that people's hearts were lost, their souls were scattered, and they had no sense of belonging to the country, which was completely different from the pride before the Changping War. The state of Qin not only dispersed the army of the state of Zhao, but also dispersed the spirit of the state of Zhao.

After paying the entry tax, Wei Zhuang and the Snow Girl walked on the deserted streets, without laughter, without hustle and bustle, without shouting and selling, Handan was about to become a dead city.

Shuttling through the lanes, Weizhuang came to a small courtyard. Black tiles and white walls, bluestone paving, wooden door confinement, and an ordinary home with a radius of ten zhang.

"This is just a very ordinary house, are we going to live here tonight, I still don't know what you came to Handan for?" Snow Maiden asked curiously. Along the way, except for that drunken confession, Wei Zhuang has always maintained a dead face, cold, and silent.

"Women tend to die out of curiosity, and if they don't want to die too quickly, they don't ask why." Wei Zhuang said coldly, and at the same time stepped forward to open the wooden door and walked in.

Wei Zhuang knew that the crying in the snow had eliminated most of the sorrow in the snow girl's heart, and now she was lively and curious, and she had the demeanor of a young girl in later generations.

"Hmph, Dead Iceman! Alas, how did you break into people's houses! The Snow Girl scolded angrily, saw Wei Zhuang open the door and walked in without knowing what to do, and hurriedly followed.

The courtyard is simple, there is a well in the west corner, and there is a wooden bucket with a hanging rope next to it; There is a large grinding plate under the old locust tree in the courtyard, and there is a clay pot containing water under the eaves of the central hall, and the wooden lid is placed obliquely. Looking around the entire compound, there is nothing else to grow.

In the middle hall, a low square table stands on the kang, on which a clay wine pot and four pottery cups are staggered, and a straw mat is spread on the kang below.

Wei Zhuang stretched out his finger and wiped the edge of the table, and when he put it in front of him, there was not much dust, and it seemed that the master had not been away from home for a long time.

"Hey, let's go, it's bad when the master comes back, it's immoral to break into a private house, and you will be punished." The Snow Girl stepped forward, pulled Wei Zhuang's long sleeves and pulled them out.

"Don't be afraid, we'll stay and live here. Pack up and get some rest. Wei Zhuang handed an iron key to the Snow Maiden and shook it to calm her down.

"Didn't you grow up in South Korea, why do you have a courtyard in Handan?" The Snow Girl let go of Wei Zhuang's sleeve and asked puzzled.

"This is my brother's residence, I came here once in two years, and my trip to Handan was largely to find out my brother's whereabouts. It's a pity that the senior brother took a step first and left Handan. Wei Zhuang replied, with a hint of regret in his words.

"Your senior brother, who is he? He's a swordsman as powerful as you. The Snow Girl couldn't help but ask, not paying any attention to Wei Zhuang's warning just now.

"Gainie. My brother is one of the two people I admire the most. Wei Zhuang looked at the bare branches of the locust tree outside the house, and said with a serious expression.

"Gainie? Your senior brother is Gai Nie, the first young swordsman in our Zhao Kingdom, he is really powerful, I really want to meet him and see his style. ”

The Snow Maiden tilted her head and thought for a moment, and finally thought of who Gai Nie was, and cried out in surprise.

When I looked up, I found that Wei Zhuang had already stepped away and walked towards the wing room on the right.

"Hey, where do I live?" The Snow Maiden shouted at Wei Zhuang's tall back.

Wei Zhuang just pointed to the left with his sword and silently walked into the right wing.