Things like snowflakes can often make people have romantic associations.

This is not the meaning attached to the snowflakes themselves, but in fact it is just an advanced version of rain, which reveals its true appearance after melting. Including hail, the difference is that the evolutionary version is more advanced. So, who would think hail is romantic? I think that except for some masochists, no one will think that this thing that hurts life has any romantic meaning.

But it is snowflakes, which produce a strong romantic value in the various yy imagination scenes attached to and imposed by humans. Well, this cannot be regarded as an illusion. After all, watching the white feather-like things dancing in the sky, slowly like willow catkins floating, and finally dye the world pure and flawless, it is indeed quite touching and pleasing to the eye...

Of course, this is best to watch through the glass!

"Ah! What a fucking weather, huh... you're so cold... you're so lucky..." At night, at the corner of the capital, under the signboard of the shop. Bernie, who was called patrol, was actually the same as the wandering streets and homeless, shivered and sneezed, rubbed his nose, looked at the snowflakes outside the signboard with a bitter face, smacked his lips and complained, "Old Bao, what did you say we both left the north and came to this capital? Anyway, I didn't expect to get promoted or get rich. At that time, I took advantage of the chaos and found a small northern town to live and enjoy the good life. Why did I have to come here to suffer on the boat? Ah-"

"Look, patrol, patrol, patrol all day and night, there is no ghost on the street, and I can't sleep well. Oh... Damn, I'm sick, aren't you? Tell me, you old Bao..."

"...What do you want to say? After asking so many questions in one go, I have to think about which question you should answer first, Bernie." Bowes pinched his eyebrows, then rubbed his big red nose down, and he also looked helpless and irritable. "When I was going to board the ship and retreat to the south, I had consulted you. Didn't you analyze that the gray-clothed army was unreliable, we had offended them, and staying in the north is absolutely in danger, so I agreed to go back to the south, so what's the point of saying these now?"

He paused, "As for the reason there was no ghost on the street, it was because the Royal Grand Theater in the city was holding a grand celebration. The celebration before the eldest prince was crowned and ascended the throne, all the nobles in the capital who were ranked first went. They were afraid of ghosts, so they were forbidden tonight... Well, also, go find a bowl of hot soup to fill it, otherwise you should be sick."

After the words finished, Powells frowned and looked at Bernie reaching out to take out the wine pot from the back bag of the horse beside him, pulling out the cork, tilting his head up and raising his mouth boldly.

“I’m talking about hot soup!”

"I know. But..." He raised his wine pot and Bernie raised his hand indifferently to wipe the remaining wine stains on the corner of his mouth. "Is there any hot soup that works better than spicy wine?"

"Okay, you're asking for trouble yourself. No wonder I." Powells shrugged speechlessly, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and then waved to the team of guards curled under the sign behind him, "Let's go, go out, continue patrolling."

"No, Captain, please rest for a while. Now you will be frozen to death when you go out."

"Yes, at least wait for the snow to be slightly smaller."

"Anyway, there are no people on the street, and there is no difference in the captain who is patrolling or not..."

"Shut up, what do you little bastards know? You will be frozen to death if you continue to stay here! Hurry up, drink a little wine, go out and move, and move warms up..."

Amid the sound of mourning, Bovis finally drove the knights back to the heavy snow on the street. Before everyone could get on the horse with grievances, Bernie suddenly frowned and raised his palm, "Silence... Ah!"

The sound of sneezing fell, and in an instant, the sound of horse hooves came from the quiet street. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look at the intersection in the distance. After a little leaning, they saw a luxurious carriage driving out of the wind and snow, flashing in a flash, passing through the intersection, and turning into the spacious alley next to the road.

"It's a noble." Although the carriage just disappeared on the street just now, it was enough to let everyone here see the luxurious exterior decoration of the carriage. There is no doubt that carriages with this specification can only come from the noble family. Even those with high-level eyes such as Powells also saw the family logo engraved on the outer wall of the carriage, scratched their heads, "It's that O, O's... Damn, there are so many nobles in the capital!"

"The O'Glair family." Bernie calmly added on the side.

"It's the noble family that has left the disciples of the Sword God." In addition to the two commanders and deputy captains who suddenly arrived in the air, the other guards and dragon cavalry team members have been in the capital for many years, and some are even locals in the capital. The source of the information is naturally more detailed than the previous two.

"Strange, isn't the Royal Grand Theater there? How did this carriage go back? Is the celebration over so soon?" After a pause, Bovis looked at the Dragon Knights who had just answered and asked casually, "Do you know where this O'O's family address is?"

"Well, I only know that the general location is in the Dongcheng Noble District, and the specific address is not clear." This is also natural. No matter which town, the area where the noble manor is located is guarded extremely tightly, and idle people are prohibited from entering and leaving. At the level of these guards, the level of these dragon riders is naturally included in the range of idle people.

"Dongcheng District?" Bowes was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the entrance of the alley that was faintly facing the southeast, frowned slightly. Of course, this was not a doubt. After all, they were new to them, and they could not be sure whether this alley was a shortcut to the Dongcheng Noble District...

"Okay, continue patrolling." Bernie waved his hand disapprovingly and stepped onto the horse. "Who knows what these nobles are doing? Maybe they just found that their clothes for the celebration collided with someone else. They were afraid of losing face, so they rushed back and change now..."

Well, I have to say that, judging from the nature of aristocratic face, Bernie said casually, it is very likely that it is true. So Bovis shrugged and no longer thought about it, leading a group of guards and dragon riders to patrol the streets...

At the same time, in the luxurious car that just flashed past.

Bang, bang, bang...

"Madman, madman, this damn madman - why did he treat me like this! Why did they treat me like this - ah -"

He roared and gasped wildly. At this moment, Winsling, who was slumped in the messy carriage, looked like a dying beast trapped in a cage, unwilling to howl and struggled to death.

The great humiliation in front of the theater, the unconcealed mockery and contempt of everyone, and the negative retreat of the family father... I have to say that no matter how sufficiently Wenslin had made before, he was just a young man who was easily excited after all. The scenes that happened in front of the theater were undoubtedly to a great extent, which crushed his young and fragile sensitive nerves.

Anger, unwillingness, resentment... and whether you admit it or not, you are stubbornly angry at your own actions!

That's right, no matter how sure Winsling evaluates his actions, no matter how he doesn't care or even despise the ridicule of outsiders. But there is a fact that it can never be changed, that is, he has indeed betrayed the master who brought him great glory! He has indeed attacked and killed the respectable senior brother who is very kind to him!

Therefore, even if Winsling can respond to the accusations and scoldings that are not human inside and outside, as long as he pairs up with Philip and the people in the Sword God lineage, he will naturally feel guilty and be in a weak position.

He can't get through the obstacle in his heart!

This is the biggest source of shame and humiliation for him!

Perhaps, only after Wu Ding died of old age, when everyone gradually forgot this story, when the people in the O'Glair family began to enjoy the real benefits brought by surrendering to the eldest prince, and then slowly faced up to Winsling's role, could he be able to get some relief to some extent. Just like the words brought by Winsling's father to send family guards - don't care what others say, it will pass!

But the question now is, can Winsling wait until that time...

"Xilulu..." As several horses pulled out of the car and neighed and whistled, the speed of the car obviously slowed down. Winslin, who was sitting in the middle of the car with his hair clumsy, subconsciously raised his head in confusion when he heard the sound.

How long has it been, has the carriage returned to the family door?

Obviously not, because outside the curtains, it was pitch black.

Frowning and thumping, Winsling kicked the front wall of the carriage where the driver was located, and roared in anger, "What are you doing?!"

"Send the young master home..."

A faint sigh was sighing softly, and Winsling didn't hear it very clearly, frowned again, and raised his hand to pull the curtain open.

Was stunned.

Outside the glass window, there is a dark and bare alley wall.

"... Let's get on the way, Master Wenslin, it's time to send you back to your hometown..."

Still sighing softly, the difference is that Winsling heard it clearly and familiarly this time. His body suddenly stiffened, his pupils contracted sharply, and the coldness that surged from the tailbone and the head exploded in his body...

"Tang En--"

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