The next morning, the Snow Maiden slowly opened her sleeping beautiful eyes, and found that she had returned to her room in the independent courtyard.

The Snow Maiden looked at the roof beam above her head, her expression a little complicated. She cried by the moat for a long time last night, and finally she was tired of crying, and she fell asleep on Weizhuang's broad shoulders. It seems that Wei Zhuang carried her all the way back to the room where she lived after she fell asleep.

The Snow Maiden moved and got up cleanly. She was still wearing last night's clothes, and Wei Zhuang didn't touch her because of the defense of the etiquette of men and women not kissing, but just dragged the bed quilt for her and covered her body.

Thinking of this, Xue Nu felt that Wei Zhuang was not a bad swordsman, although he looked cold almost all day long. But leaning on Wei Zhuang's broad shoulders, the Snow Girl had an indescribable feeling of comfort, which also made her feel very warm, and she also enjoyed this feeling, at this moment the Snow Girl finally understood why Aunt Xiu said that women can't do without men, this feeling is indeed greedy and unwilling to leave.

At this time, Wei Zhuang's voice also came from outside the room: "Snow girl, are you awake?" Wei Zhuang, who had a keen sense, heard a noise in the Snow Maiden's room and asked.

"Wake up." Snow Girl replied embarrassedly. She had already cried twice in front of Wei Zhuang.

"Then you hurry up, and we'll go out for breakfast together later." Wei Zhuang reminded and said, "I have already placed the hot water for washing your clothes and the willow branch green salt for cleaning your teeth in your room." ”

After Wei Zhuang was silent, the Snow Maiden folded the bedding and placed it neatly on the wooden bed. Then she finished washing, opened the wooden door of the room, and saw Wei Zhuang practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

After the Snow Girl poured the washing water, she smiled reluctantly and took the initiative to say hello to Wei Zhuang. Then she thought about it seriously, and it seemed that she had finally found a topic: "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

Wei Zhuang replied naturally: "It's not bad. ”

Seeing the natural expression of the Snow Girl now, Wei Zhuang knew that her mood had calmed down. Although the feeling of first love is very unforgettable, as long as you don't tease its wounds, time will heal everything. Even if there is a little sadness lingering, buried in the bottom of my heart, it will be okay to find an opportunity to vent in the future.

But he had to sigh again: women are really fickle. Their faces are like the changing sky, and when they say it's cloudy, it's cloudy, and when they say it's sunny, it's sunny.

He stopped his sword move, didn't look at the Snow Maiden again, took the towel placed on the side, and wiped the sweat from his face.

The Snow Girl is really speechless, could it be that the swordsmen are all such a human face of heaven and death, cold?

"Wei Zhuang, why don't we have breakfast here?" As soon as the Snow Girl finished speaking, she remembered that there were only two of them in this small courtyard, and there were no cooks. The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and Wei Zhuang is a man, so he will not enter the kitchen.

Wei Zhuang asked with a smile: "Oh, you can also cook?" ”

The Snow Girl's face turned a little red and replied, "I... I don't, Aunt Xiu only taught me singing and dancing, and I used to collect firewood at my adoptive father's house......"

"Then let's go, go outside and see the food in Handan. Even if you could do it, there would be no ingredients in the kitchen. With that, he stepped out the door.

Wei Zhuang naturally knew that the Snow Girl didn't know how to cook. Women like them, who grew up in the fat powder of the Qinglou Chu Pavilion, will always learn how to please men.

The Snow Girl had no choice but to walk silently behind Wei Zhuang, she couldn't figure out whether she was from Zhao or Wei Zhuang from Zhao. It stands to reason that Wei Zhuang should be following behind him? He seemed to be more familiar with Handan City than he was.

Wei Zhuang and Xue Nu walked to the noisy street, and heard the sound of "Bang Bang Bang" in the distance, and heard someone singing loudly.

A few steps forward, I saw two people sitting on a large bluestone on the side of the street, holding a wine jug, drinking and singing, one of them hit the bluestone with a bamboo pole, beating the beat. In broad daylight, such a scene is still very striking, violating the law of etiquette and damaging personal image.

Wei Zhuang and Xue Nu sat down in a small deserted shop nearby and ordered a few home-cooked dishes at random.

Looking at the two wandering wrecks outside, the Snow Girl smiled and asked the guys who were a little idle in the store, "Little Second Brother, why are the two people outside so unruly?" ”

Xiao Er looked at the two people who were drunk outside and lying on the ground, and said to the Snow Girl: "Those two have been like this for several days." Girls should watch the excitement, don't think they are pitiful, how can a good man eat like them and wait for death, nonsense, make himself like a beggar. ”

Xiao Er's eyes were slightly disdainful, and he continued: "I heard that one of the two of them is named Jing Ke, and he is still a master of swordsmanship, Yan Zhao Daxia, who is very popular. But I think eighty percent is nonsense, if the heroes are like them, we who run the hall are also considered masters, and the heroes on the rivers and lakes have long been everywhere, like dogs. ”

When Wei Zhuang heard the name Jing Ke, he frowned slightly: "The Jing Ke you are talking about is a patriot and a swordsman in Yan and Zhao?" ”

Xiao Er replied: "He is indeed Jing Ke, there should be no one to pretend." As he spoke, Xiao Er stretched out his hand and pointed to the singing man among the two in the middle of the street. Then walk away and greet the guests who come in from another table.

When Wei Zhuang saw that these two people were full of alcohol, he didn't know what to sing in a hoarse voice, and he couldn't hide the disappointed look on his face, and thought: Such a drunkard, is it really Jing Ke? Can bear the burden of assassinating Qin in history, a hero who has been remembered for thousands of years?

Wei Zhuang was puzzled, and couldn't help but stare at the drunkard who might be Jing Ke for a while. When I saw that his right hand was wide and thick, calloused, this was indeed a hand that had been practicing swords for many years. He couldn't help but sigh: "This person should be Jing Ke, it won't be wrong." ”

The Snow Girl exclaimed: "How is it possible, isn't Jing Ke a heroic man who is generous and righteous and likes fencing and reading?" Why is it so unruly now, sitting on the ground on the street, drinking and singing? "Jing Ke's chivalrous name has been widely spread in Yan and Zhao, and the Snow Girl has naturally heard of it.

Jing Ke is a patriot, worshipping under the famous swordsman Gongsun Yu to learn swordsmanship. The Qin army broke the defense of the country and killed his master Sun Yu, and Jing Ke and his sister had to go into exile.

Later, Jing Ke and his younger sister Liji fell in love for a long time and became a couple. It's a pity that the happy time is not long, and King Yingzheng of Qin heard that Liji is incomparably beautiful, and it is rumored that the world is searching for and hiding Jiaojiao in the palace, and from then on, the sky is separated. Jing Ke searched everywhere to no avail, and finally buried hope in the bottom of his heart.

Jing Ke not only has superb swordsmanship, but also has courage and knowledge, and is well-known in Yan Kingdom, and there are many doctors and nobles in Yan Kingdom who compete to make friends with him, and are called 'Jing Qing' by Yan people.

Wei Zhuang shook his head and sighed again: "He, like you, is a man with a story. The word love hurts a lot. He and the King of Qin have the hatred of killing his teacher and taking his wife, and compared with the entire Qin State, the strength of one person is just an egg hitting a stone, and he is not able to measure his strength, and he has fallen into the current muddy appearance. ”

Snow Maiden didn't seem to want to get involved in the sensitive topic of feelings anymore, and asked, "Which swordsman is the other one?" ”

Wei Zhuang smiled: "That one, he is not a swordsman, he is a dog killer." ”

"Kill dogs?" The Snow Maiden exclaimed in surprise. Killing people is not like killing dogs, not to mention that people gather like people, Jing Ke is a first-class swordsman, how can he mix with a dog killer.

Wei Zhuang said lightly: "Yes, everyone calls him Dog Tu, and the dog meat he cooks is also a must, I once ate it." However, I don't know how Jing Ke got mixed up with him, and it seems that they have become good friends. ”

A warm breeze blows, and there is really an enticing smell of meat. There is a large clay pot on the big bluestone, and dog meat is burned inside. Jing Ke and Dog Tu drank a sip of wine, took a sip of dog meat, sang and danced, and they were not at ease.

The Snow Maiden said: "They are really happy race fairies, such a day must be very comfortable!" ”

Wei Zhuang shook his head again: "Zifei fish, you know the joy of fish." Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and a good swordsman cannot be greedy. Jing Ke is just using wine to drown his sorrows, numb his heart, and escape the cruelty of reality. As for dog slaughter, which man in the world doesn't want to get ahead, killing dogs to get alive is just a helpless move. ”

Snow Maiden smiled, "Really? You're not them, how can you know what they think, isn't it good to live such an ordinary life? Why do you men always think about being a marquis and worship generals, is it really so attractive to be extravagant and wealthy under one person and above ten thousand? ”

Wei Zhuang was silent, although Xue Maiden's question was similar to the sophistry of a famous artist, and it was difficult to answer satisfactorily. But it's really worth thinking about.

He silently thought about how to choose between fame and fortune and indifference and tranquility, and finally he thought of a more satisfactory saying, and slowly spit out: "If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world." ”

He looked at Jing Ke, who was still drinking and singing wildly outside, and said: "Persistence is an attitude, some things are not to work hard because you see hope, but because you can see the dawn of hope." Some things, some people, are worth a lifetime to pursue. I don't want to be like him, intoxicated by the illusion of drinking. ”

"To be honest, I don't care about Jing Ke now. A promise of money, a promise that should be made, even if I run to the ends of the earth, I will do my best to fulfill. ”

Wei Zhuang put down his chopsticks, he had finished eating, waiting for the slow Snow Girl. Perhaps, women eat so slowly.

He didn't look at Jing Ke again, and unrelated people weren't worth his attention. What's more, Jing Ke is now depressed, and he doesn't have the edge that a swordsman should have.

He's thinking about where he's going to go next, is it okay to go back to South Korea to take over the affairs of quicksand? Or travel around the seven countries and appreciate the customs and customs of each place? Or rush to the Qin State to find the trace of his senior brother Gai Nie.

There are many choices in life, and different choices lead to different paths. Standing at the crossroads of choice, one must be cautious. One step can change a lifetime.