I've been taking this white jade cane for more than two hours, but I can't use it alone.

Looking at Su Ji, he didn't seem to be in a good mood, sitting at the stone table, just drinking tea.

I was bored with a man's tall cane.

Fluttering snowflakes fell on my clothes, on the snow behind me.

All I could hear was the sound of me breathing heavily.

I saved up a foot-high snow on the ground, and my little white hands were red from the cold.

"Hang, Bo, alcohol. ”

I whispered, took the branch, and wrote it on the snow.

"What are you doing? ”

At some point, he stood behind me.

He was draped in a heavy white cape, cotton velvet.

"I, I'm writing. ”

I moved my numb legs and scurried to the right so that my eyes could reach the snow in front of me.

Su Ji frowned, and the look in his eyes that looked at me became a little strange.

"You can't write?"

Su Ji half-crouched beside me, looking at me, the white haze enveloped him, and I couldn't see his face clearly.

"I will. ”

I looked at Su Qi and pointed to the neat writing on the ground.

"What kind of word is that?"

With a smile, the snow-white robe dragged to the ground, merging with the silver-covered earth.

I was dumbfounded, and suddenly remembered that it was ancient times, and modern Chinese characters had not yet been popularized.

"So, what is a word?"

I wiped the handwriting from the snow and handed the branch to Suzuki.

Su Ji raised his hand to take the branch and found a blank piece of snow.

He frowned slightly, and every stroke was extremely serious.

I looked at the words I had written and frowned.

My father used to be a lover of classical literature, and he was even more obsessed with the analysis of ancient characters.

It's like a small seal, but it's not a small seal.

I picked up another branch and tried to translate the long-awaited font into modern Chinese characters.

The difference between the small seal and the Chinese character is not big, not to mention that the characters written in the dream are more modern font colors than the small seal.

It's a long time coming.

I stopped writing and looked at the translated words in the snow.

"You wrote your name?"

I looked sideways and looked at Suzu.

"Yes. Su Ji nodded and looked at me, "What are you writing?" ”

"I wrote your name as well. ”

I drew a circle of names on the snow, ignoring his surprise.

"That's how we write in that place. ”

I said.

Su Ji frowned slightly, picked up the stick, and imitated the words I had written.

One stroke at a time, delicate and powerful, highly restored.

"I can't see it, you have a talent for learning. ”

I gripped the twig and smiled.

I was silent.

"Otherwise, I'll teach you the words of my place, and you teach me the words of your place. ”

I threw the branch and stood up, my legs numb and unconscious.

Su Ji looked up at me, white snowflakes falling on his hair.

"It's good that I will save a lot of effort when I teach you spells in the future. ”

Su Ji raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes on his body.

"By the way, you haven't told me which emperor is ruling now. ”

I hurried after him, holding my cane, and stood with him by the lake.

"The country is the country of Fengyin, and the king is the king of Huayong. ”

Suzu was wrapped in a cloak, and his voice was not clear in the strong wind.

"Fengyin Kingdom, King Huayong......"

I frowned, my mind rolling, but I couldn't find the right answer.

"What's that country name?"

I hurriedly asked the surname of King Huayong.

Nine times out of ten, I came to a country that had never been recorded in the history books.

"The surname Zhang. ”

He looked at me deeply for a long time before he spoke.

I looked at the white lake in distraction, staggering under my feet.

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say.

Fengyin Kingdom, King Huayong, Qingqiu Mountain......

Strange, strange, everything is strange.

This history has never been recorded in a single book, not even sporadically mentioned.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, who will know the existence, prosperity and demise of this country.

What the hell, what happened, buried it all.

"You have to remember that your name is Shuqi, not Haborol. ”

He opened his lips and looked at me, word by word.

I was awakened by the words I had been waiting for, lowered my eyebrows, and suddenly smiled.

That, if it comes, it will be safe.