The first snow in Xijing fell on the 30th day of September for the Wanshou Festival, earlier than in previous years, and the snow fell for a day and a night, and the haze that had accumulated in the sky was gone.

The next day, the sky was as blue as washing, the sun reflected the snow, and the white covered every street and alley and every roof in Xijing. The intrigues and conspiracies in the struggle for imperial power, the victories or defeats, were also hidden in the snow of the Halloween and left on that night.

When the evening mirror saw Zhang He at the gate of Nianshan Xiaozhu, he was standing in the thin sunlight, and his plain white robe was covered with a light coat, which was as dazzling as the early winter sun.

Wanjing remembered how she looked when she first saw him, that day he followed behind Lin Yu, holding a blue duster, exactly like one

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