The weather in Luoyang City is getting colder and colder, there was a snowfall a few days ago, and the eaves of Zhixingyuan are covered with long ice cubes, and the branches are piled up with white snow, which looks like a tree with white flowers from a distance.

The snow on the road had been cleared and piled up in the clearing, a few sparrows were jumping and pecking on the withered yellow grass, and the snow not far away was stained with black mud mixed together, like a pile of dirty cotton.

The cold wind blew, and some snow foam fell on the trees......

He An walked under the tree and tightened his collar, stomped his feet that were numb from the cold, and a few sparrows on the grass flew up to the treetops in fright.

The bell rang a little early for the end of class today, because the weather was too cold, the dining room began to serve ginger soup every day, and the school also burned a charcoal fire from time to time.

He An was wearing a thin cotton shirt, and his true qi flowed during his walking, and he didn't feel cold for a moment.

The pedestrians in the Zhixing courtyard were sparse, and when he walked to the gate, he saw the black carriage not far away, the coachman was wearing a thick cotton jacket and holding a horsewhip and sitting on the wheel, the healthy horse pulling the cart was shiny in fur, and the front hooves of the kick were shaving the snow under the trees, and he snorted impatiently, and a cloud of white gas erupted from his nose.

The curtain of the car opened, Han Chanjuan glanced at He An, jumped out of the car with a happy face, turned her head and said something to the coachman, and the coachman left alone in the carriage.

"What do you want to eat today? I invite you! ”

The two walked side by side on Suzaku Street, He An glanced at Han Chanjuan with a smile and asked.

She wore a white fox spur today, a small grass-colored sachet with a yellow silk silk pendant around her waist, a white Zhaojun warm hat, black and white eyes looked at He An, pursed her lips and smiled, and a few hairs on her forehead were scattered from the hat, indescribably naughty and cute.

"It's really cold today, why don't we eat hot pot!" Han Chanjuan rubbed her little hands and put them to her mouth and said: "It's really different hot pot tastes good, but it's a pity that it's too far, the hot pot in Zuixianlou is said to be a Persian chef invited, the taste is too weird, hmm......"

"I know a place, not far from here, it tastes good, Dazhi took me there a few days ago." He Andao.

"Well, by the way, why didn't that Dazhi brother of yours come with you today?" Han Chanjuan remembered Fan Dazhi's cute appearance, and her eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

"He has recently been obsessed with the newly practiced exercises, saying that he is at a critical juncture, and it is rare for him to work so hard, so I didn't bring him here." He An explained with a smile.

The two of them turned along Zhuque Street to Dingding Street, crossed Changchun Road, and walked to a row of wine shops near Chongwenfang, and a strange smell of mixing wafted over in the distance.

There is a mule and horse market nearby, you can vaguely hear the neighing of cows, horses, sheep and all kinds of livestock, the muddy roads in the streets, the cross-flow of sewage, and the dung of livestock, the smell of forage and livestock wafting in the air, and the smell of stir-fried vegetables in the nearby wine shops.

In winter, when it gets dark early and the streets are becoming scarce, the liquor shops are lit up brightly, making it extra warm in the cold evening.

He An took Han Chanjuan into a small shop called "Yuxiangzhai". The small shop is not big, there are several tables of diners sitting around eating steaming hot pot, and their eyes are lit up when they see Han Chanjuan walking in.

A man wearing a broken felt hat fell to the ground with chopsticks holding vegetables in his hand, leaned over in a panic to pick it up, and quickly touched his companion next to him with his elbow, who was pouring wine into the cup, and looked up to see the bright and moving Han Chanjuan was stunned for a moment, until the overflowing wine spilled on his legs.

The two found a vacant seat in the corner and sat down, and the shopkeeper stepped forward to greet him diligently, Han Chanjuan regained her spicy and spicy personality, and asked for two plates of mutton, some seasonal vegetables, and two catties of beef, a fat chicken, two mandarin fish, and half a roast leg of lamb. He An, who was watching, was secretly speechless, quietly put his hand into his pocket, and touched the pitiful bit of broken silver and a few copper plates in the bag.

"Xiao Er, in addition to the hot pot and two plates of mutton, I just ordered a few servings of green vegetables, and everything else was packed for me and sent to Zhixingyuan, huh...... Just say that it will be sent to Fan Dazhi and Fan Gongzi's residence. ”

"Oh...... The small shop is small and thin, there is really no such precedent, Miss ......" Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, Han Chanjuan took out a delicate purse and pulled out a gold grain the size of a soybean from it: "Are these enough?"

"That's enough, it's enough, I'll arrange for someone to send it to you right away." The shopkeeper took it, smiled brightly, nodded and replied, and hurriedly served food to the two.

"Okay, I'll invite you to dinner, you ...... How can I be embarrassed? He An was slightly unhappy.

"Divide each other with me?" Han Chanjuan glared at He An and smiled: "If you feel embarrassed, invite me next time!"

He Anxin was warm, and wanted to say something, Xiao Er had already served the charcoal fire and the steaming hot pot, and when the mutton and other dishes were put on the table one after another, Han Chanjuan put a few slices of mutton and green vegetables into the boiling pot, and gently stirred them with chopsticks.

She hung her long eyelashes and said softly: "People who practice martial arts have a lot of food, my father practiced martial arts when he was young, and he could eat half a sheep in one meal, he said that "poor literature and rich martial arts" came from this way, how can the children of poor families have the strength to be hungry, although you don't spend much money in the Zhixing Academy, but there are more places to use money in the future." Don't talk to my mother-in-law, come, is this mutton delicious? ”

He An looked at her eyebrows and eyes full of concern, without the slightest hint of her usual rude and willful appearance, and was moved for no reason, and snorted and said: "This place is really a little simple, I forgot that there is a mule and horse market around here."

Han Chanjuan took a bite of the mutton and smiled like a flower: "The mutton here is good, very fresh." Well, mules and horses, it's nothing, I used to be in ...... When I was in Xiliang, I also raised a lot of cattle and horses at home, so I felt very kind. As she spoke, she served He An with vegetables, the hot pot was boiling and the milk soup was boiling, the thinly cut mutton was cooked very tender, and then dipped in a small dish of garlic and sesame oil, the two of them ate very happily......

The imperial capital of Luoyang City on a winter night is still brightly lit, and countless lanterns are lit up in the distant imperial palace, and the stars are dotted at night, and it is prosperous.

A few dog barks sounded in Chongwenfang, gradually becoming whimpering in the cold wind, slowly silently, a worn-out strip of cloth was blown by the wind and fluttered enchantingly, playing the bluestone slabs that swept across the smooth Dingding Street, drifting farther away, the lanterns under the eaves were blown and swaying, and the flags hanging outside the closed wine shop were blown hunting.

After the meal, the two walked side by side in the street, the night was getting deeper, and there was no one on the cold and empty street. Han Chanjuan tightened her collar, and the crimson on her cheeks that was steaming from the hot pot had not yet subsided.

"Today...... I'm so happy, thank you! Han Chanjuan followed He An's side, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she said with a smile: "I wish you a victory, that guy who always gives you a war book is really annoying, the more you tolerate some people, the more he has to make inches." But...... Whatever you do, I'll support you! ”

He An didn't speak, he vaguely felt that something seemed wrong.

Quiet, too quiet, dead silence on the street, two long black shadows reflected by the lantern shining on the two of them.

A cold wind blew, stirring the withered yellow leaves on the bluestone pavement, and the leaves rolled and rustled.

He An listened attentively, one ear kept moving, and his face was solemn.

"What's wrong?" Han Chanjuan noticed He An's strange appearance and couldn't help but ask softly.

On the other side of the dark street, another wind blew, and with the wind there were two short but rapid hummings.

He An's face changed greatly, and he knocked Han Chanjuan down, and at the moment when the two of them were about to fall to the ground, he slapped the ground with one palm, and his body flipped quickly.

At the same time, two short steel arrows turned into white light and swept through them, inserting them into the door panel of the shop behind the two of them, making two muffled sounds of "tuk tuk".

"Not good!" He An didn't hesitate to pull Han Chanjuan and run quickly, there was obviously more than one attacker, and he used a crossbow. The Great Chen Empire had very strict control over bows and arrows, and it was strictly forbidden to use them in private armies other than the army.

He An dragged Han Chanjuan to run quickly along the shop wall on the street, specially selecting places with obstacles to walk through, running in the empty middle of the street is undoubtedly a live target for moving.

Behind him, there was a "whoosh, whoosh" sound, and another short arrow swept overhead, piercing the lantern under the eaves, igniting a ball of fire.

He An glanced back, and two black-clothed men with black scarves and masked faces were running and jumping, chasing after them.

Han Chanjuan was out of breath after a while, and instead of panicking on her pretty face, she asked with a little excitement: "You...... You...... How are you ...... Found something wrong? ”

"When we came out...... I couldn't hear a single sound from the nearby mule and horse market...... This kind of silence is too abnormal......" He An took her hand and ran quickly, the sound drifting in the wind.

"Whoosh", the black-clothed man chasing behind closed the distance, raised his hand and shot a crossbow, and the crossbow arrows made of stainless steel turned into two white rays of light, hitting He An's back like a meteor.

He An didn't look back, suddenly grabbed Han Chanjuan's slender waist, jumped up, and galloped on the wall at an inclination angle unimaginable to ordinary people.

He An's feet fell to the ground, but his heart sank......

In front of the spacious street, two more men in black appeared, the same black scarf masked, holding a snowy long knife in their hands, and surrounded this side.

He An quickly looked around, took Han Chanjuan and ran quickly, and flashed into an alley on the side of the street without thinking.

The alley was deep and the light was dim, and the two ran for dozens of meters in one go, He An couldn't help but be dumbfounded, this turned out to be a dead end. He turned around, and the four black-clothed men were already standing at the entrance of the alley, and the long knives in their hands were like frost.

He An looked at the high walls on both sides, sighed secretly, and said to Han Chanjuan in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, you can run as soon as you have the opportunity, I will drag them!"

Han Chanjuan glanced at the black-clothed man at the entrance of the alley, and wrinkled her good-looking Qiong nose: "I don't want to, I have blessings and hardships, I can't leave you alone!" After speaking, he took two steps forward, blocking in front of He An, like a little female cat with teeth and claws.

He An couldn't cry or laugh, grabbed her arm, and was about to speak, when a piercing laugh like a night owl suddenly sounded in midair.

"Stinky boy, today is your death!" A brown figure floated down from the wall.

"Is that you?"

Seeing the faces of the people who came, He An's face instantly turned pale.