Although it was the hottest July and August of the year, the heavy snow enveloped Hokyo without warning. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But it made Taishi and others, who were responsible for observing the celestial phenomena and formulating the calendar, busy their minds.

Light and dark reports from all over the country flew like snowflakes to Hojing.

It is full of so-called visions, whether true or false.

The Snow Maiden is full of cold air and shuttles through the streets and alleys of Hojing. Sometimes singing, sometimes laughing.

On the main road of Hokyung, there is not a single pedestrian to be seen. Everyone was disrupted by the sudden snowfall.

In the courtyards of deep houses on both sides of the street, dignitaries and nobles wore warm velvet fur coats, warmed a pot of fine wine, or sat in the courtyard, or stood in front of the door frame, quietly admiring the sudden heavy snow.

And the old class members of each family are trembling and huddled in the door frame, cursing the snow day of the frozen people, while thinking about how much reward the master can give to keep out the cold.

The real heads of each family have already moved with the order of King Zhou to move the capital, and most of those who remain in Haojing are the heads of each room, guarding the family business handed down from their ancestors.

And there will always be a few clever and clever partial-side sons who move with the head of the house, who want to take this opportunity to take away a little bit of family property from the hands of the head of each room, even if it is only a trivial point. Therefore, even if it snowed unusually heavily in July and August, it could not stop the messenger between this new capital and Hokyung.

An eagle flew in from afar towards Hokyo, and according to the plan, it would fly to Hokyo today, and deliver the butler's secret letter to Lord Nagabo, who was far away in Hokyo. Then bring back Nagabo-sama's reply.

The slightly grayish eagle had just dived and was about to fly into the pickaxe capital. A sharp arrow suddenly appeared in front of it on the city wall, and the eagle tried in vain to avoid it, but it never thought that this arrow seemed to have a pair of eyes on it. It just shot through its neck.

The eagle swayed, and planted itself in a clearing within the city wall, and the last thing it saw before dying was that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in fine clothes with a longbow on his back leaping up from the city wall and landing in front of it.

There is no difference between the eagle that was shot down by the hunting bow and the sparrow that was shot down by the hunting bow, if you have to find a difference. That's just a difference in the amount of meat.

With this eagle, it's enough for another plate of appetizers. The young man in the costume handed the eagle to the eunuch who trotted all the way.

I didn't see if there was any difference between this eagle and a wild eagle.

The fair-eyed little eunuch held the shot eagle in both hands and followed the young man step by step.

This master, after serving, that is all the cars, boats, clothes and horses.

The service is not good. Hmph, the next day is no different from the eagle in this hand.

Flat-haired beast, it's not that the master doesn't want to save you, it's just that this little master wants to kill you, and you really can't live in this pickaxe capital.

The little eunuch shook the snow from his hat and followed the young man closely. Behind the distant backs of the two of them, there was a long footprint.

It's just that this young man who shoots eagles doesn't know that tonight, there will be a few more people who have insomnia.

On the painting boat in the west of the city, there are bursts of glamour sounds, there are the brisk bamboo flute, there is the whimper of the hole flute, there is the majestic atmosphere of the chime, and there is the slightest plucking of the zither.

The singers dressed in light veils also hid in the warm house where the fire was blazing. Occasionally, a guest opens the door and window and wants to improvise a song, which often attracts a lot of resentment. I had to close the door tightly in this coquettishness.

The entire Xicheng was shrouded in a pink smoke, full of rich smoke, and the smell of various incense was mixed together, and I don't know whether to say that it smelled extremely good or extremely unpleasant.

In short, that strong smell can make the guests who come to Xicheng for the first time faint, and it can also make the guests who have been on the battlefield for a long time empty their purses.

Hojing, the center of the world, is so incongruous that it is halved by a piece of Weishui, and the slightly larger side is full of lifelessness, and occasionally some teenagers climb over the wall and cross the courtyard to romance, but they are often smashed by sticks at the moment of discovery.

And the small side, I don't know when it has become, has become a paradise of wind and snow.

The princes of the dead country took their last net worth here and frequented and gambled like dirt.

The princes who did not die in the country are not averse to trying to make a fortune here.

Occasionally, the fight caused by a quarrel is either everyone scuffles together crookedly to make the people next to them amuse, or they scold loudly, threatening to accept the dog's head for a long time.

The brocade horse roared loudly, and I don't know when disaster will come.

The old capital of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty has become such a gold cave full of erosive atmosphere.

It's just that the people in the old capital won't know that the letter from the family disguised by the Tanglin guard risking his death will never reach where he should be. Seven or eight pieces of bamboo slip news, translated into only one sentence: "The demon clan is different." ”