The early winter of the twenty-first year of the Great Qin calendar.

Although the border Weicheng ushered in the first snowfall early this year, which is not too small, the streets are bustling everywhere.

There is an old man from Xihu who specializes in making baked cakes dragging a baked cake stove to sell along the street, and his family's sesame seeds are solid, so the oil is extraordinarily large, and it is very fragrant when it is just baked; there is also a young man who calls for a donkey cart to haul grain and grass, and his lifelong dream is to have a store on the street, and then marry a wife and have children to spend his life in peace; there are jugglers in the rivers and lakes who lean on the city wall, and there is a flute player in it, who likes to show off in front of everyone the most; there are also dancing girls in the East Market, children playing in the snow at the foot of the wall, glutinous rice and glutinous rice dumplings with a lot of meat oil on the Sansi Bridge, Grandma on the lightboat by the Xiaowei River under the bridge......

The crowd was bustling, and everywhere was filled with the joy of life.

Since the end of the siege of Weicheng, which shocked the world, Qin Qi had already withdrawn his troops and recuperated.

Originally, people thought that the two countries would form an inextricable knot of enmity, but they did not expect that after only a short year of rest, for some reason, Northern Qin actually took the initiative to make friends with Eastern Qi, which was undoubtedly undesirable for Eastern Qi, which had suffered heavy losses.

The two countries immediately became friendly neighbors with each other!

Fifteen years have passed.

I didn't have to worry about the war between the two countries all day long. The border city was the first to open up to trade, and the city flourished.

As the first border city to obtain the trade license of the Northern Qin Household Department, Weicheng is undoubtedly called the border hub.

Therefore, the soldiers guarding the city are all old fritters in the matter of reviewing the population entering the city, strict but not strict, and occasionally gag with outsiders and say some meat words, which will cause a burst of laughter.

It was past noon, and the figure was slanting.

Some vendors on the streets have also started to collect their stalls piecemeal, and go home to cook some dinner or take a lunch break. And the soldiers at the city gate were also a little sleepy and napping, and the hot breath exhaled melted when it met the snow. Then they stretched out their hands and wiped the snow water on their faces, and suddenly sobered up.

Just when the soldiers defending the city were listless, a young man wielding a black short stick came to the west. The feet squeaked on the ground, leaving a shallow and deep snow footprint behind him towards the crowd.

The young man was wearing a body-style old cotton shirt, and the cuffs and elbows were estimated to be broken due to the friction of the years, and a few lumps of rotten cotton were poured out, which were the same as the gown in front of him, black and shiny, and full of greasy.

However, the young man's eyes were very clean, his eyes were shining with snow, and the bun on the top of his head was in a circle, slightly blown by the fine wind and snow, swinging one after another.

Behind the young man was a little girl, the little girl had short hair, some boring curls at the end, but some blackened cheeks were red, and her small body was covered in an old and heavy Qin Dynasty military coat, which looked very cute.

She was carrying a chicken in her hand, and there were drops of steaming blood on the snow, and it seemed that she had only been killed for a short time.

The young man was obviously in a good mood, humming a minor tune and walking as he walked.

The group of "old fritters" saw the young man walking towards them with the steps of "six relatives do not recognize", and immediately lifted their spirits and began to whisper with a little excitement.

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted: "Anning! You took your sister to steal other people's chickens again!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

The little girl carrying the chicken smiled slightly, her face flushed even more, and she lowered her head a little overwhelmed.

But the boy called "An Ning" was not annoyed at all, and instead laughed at the soldiers: "The chicken that ran out can be called a chicken! That's a pheasant! Besides, how can I fight this with my ability..."

There was even louder laughter in the crowd.

But An Ning took the little girl to the soldier with a big grin, and then dragged a bench and sat down at random, and tore off a bag of wine bags from the waist of any soldier, and the wine bag shrank down after a "cooing" of the Adam's apple, and the soldier just whispered and said anxiously on the side: "Drink slowly! Save a little..."

An Ning lay down on the bench after drinking, and Erlang's legs trembled.

"Crispy, come, calculate the gambling debts for this group of old kings..."

"Huh. The little girl named "Crispy" responded obediently, then put the chicken aside, carefully wrenched her fingers and muttered calculations, frowning slightly, as if she had tied a cute knot and twisted it on her forehead.

And An Ning on the side was smiling proudly at the "old fritters".

The laughter of the crowd came to an abrupt end.

"From this month onwards, on the first day of junior high school, Uncle Erxi, you and my brother played wine and boxed and owed a penny. ”

"When I was fifteen, Zhang San, Li Si, and Tie Zhu played leaf play with my brother, and lost a total of two taels, and then I used a pair of old deerskin boots to cushion it, but I still owe one or two..."

"And the dice from the other day..."

...

As the little girl's immature voice clearly reported the "gambling debts" of the ruffians one by one, there was a cold silence in the crowd at first, but then suddenly burst into a burst of laughter and slapstick.

"Xiao Ningzi, look at the access control in the city these days, Uncle Ke will help you protect it..."

"Ning E, since your brother and sister stepped into our Weicheng, my brother has taken care of you..."

"Wine! I have a good time, and you don't drink it less!

An Ning turned over and pulled her cotton shirt, and Su Su immediately stood behind An Ning obediently, her face even redder, but she kept looking down at the toes that slightly exposed the edge of her coat.

"Hey, I'm Anning and the Weicheng brothers, who is with whom!

"But don't be too ashamed, old and young masters, the whole Weicheng! oh no! the whole world, who can win my peace!"

The ruffians just laughed for a while, and then handed over the wine bags one after another.

An Ning waved his hand magnificently, then stood up and shouted: "Crispy, go away, go home and just chicken!"

Then An Ning swaggered towards the snow again, shaking her head and humming: "The sky is light, the ground is light, the buttocks are bright, send rice, noodles and wine......!"

The soldiers gathered at the edge of the city just stared at the back one by one, all speechless.

The black short sticks wielding in the air stand out in the white snow.

Then another voice came from the heap of people beating people in a depressed voice,

"Come on, I see, the entire Weicheng has been tossed by An Ning's little bastard for several years..."

"it, let's lose to Xiao Ningzi, this heartless thing, don't lose!"

The crowd burst into laughter again. Then they shook their heads at each other and went their own way.

......

The boy strode ahead, and the girl followed behind with relatively hurried steps.

The footsteps were hurried, and the snow was heavy.

An old small courtyard house looms here.

With a "squeak", the small wooden door filled with mottled knife marks and various unknown notches was pushed open.

An Ning first seriously helped Crispy take off his military coat, and then lifted his collar and shook it violently outside the door.

Snow is falling.

When she got home, she obviously talked a lot, and she put the chicken on the table, which had almost frozen into ice cubes, and complained to An Ning:

"Anning, when are you looking for a chance to repair the door, this has been ringing for several days!"

"Got it, Ming'er, I'll ask the barracks if there's any oil. ”

"Don't throw away Anning's clothes, I'll clean them up later..."

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute, dig out the ice from the well, or I'll cook some rice later!"

"Oh oh..."

An Ning reluctantly piled his clothes aside, and then reluctantly walked to the porch in front of the courtyard, he just sat there, and then pulled off the deerskin boots with force, and then the shoe tubes were upside down, and the snow water flowed down "whoosh".

He picked up the black baton again, which almost never left his hand. Wave casually, imagine that you have become the immortal who thinks about it, it's good, hey, it's better to be a sword immortal, fly around, don't move ten steps, kill one person in a thousand miles!

Just as he was still fantasizing about his romantic edgeworth, the voice of Crispy screamed again, "Tranquility!

"Ouch, the girl is so annoying!" An Ning muttered impatiently, and then replied in a loud voice, "Here it is!"

So he put on his boots with a quick movement, picked up the short stick on the ground, and was about to close the door with his backhand.

A light thud came from afar and near.

And then in an instant.

An Ning suddenly raised his head, and subconsciously raised a short stick in front of him.

I saw a faint green edge suddenly appeared, and then "fluttered", everywhere there were snowflakes rolled up, waiting for the light and shadow to stand, a person holding a large umbrella floated to the ground, the wind and snow gusted, blowing the person's hair and sleeves agitated.

As soon as the man closed his hands, the umbrella immediately tightened, and the thin snow slipped silently. After standing still, he carried an umbrella in one hand.

An Ning looked at this person with only one thought in his heart.

Immortals on the mountain, but that's it.

But the man took a step forward, looked at An Ning's hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Huh?"

"It's a good sword. ”

Then the whole person collapsed with a bang and fell unconscious.

The thin umbrella with the umbrella folded away is stuck alone in the snow, shaking.

An Ning was overwhelmed.

Then he turned back and shouted into the house:

"Crispy Crisp Come!

"Dare to touch the porcelain on my little master An's head!"