Song Huiyue wiped her face, feeling no longer sleepy, and sat down to warm herself up for a while.
Everything was completely silent, and big snowflakes fell to the ground, making a dull sound. When there was no wind, my ears were filled with this sound, and even my breathing was filled with cold moisture.
The cold in Dingzhou is no small matter. Once the snow starts falling, it will never stop. The snow is covered in layers, making it impossible to stay.
It is this kind of heavy snow that allows border soldiers to rest and recuperate.
Song Huiyue was baking on the fire and it was a bit hot, so she opened the window and looked out at the heavy snow.
The snow was heavy, so it had weight, and there was a rare lack of wind. It fell straight down. Outside the house, there were rows of frozen persimmons and pears along the wall. A big snowman was piled in the snow, with a row of candied haws on top - Forbidden
There was a child in the barracks whose true love was candied haws. He had already sworn to God that when he grew up, he would marry a candied haws as his wife, and they would live a sweet life with one candied haws.
The snowman stares with two frozen persimmon eyes. Behind him are rows of barracks spreading out. There are also two or three oil lamps lit. The people in the room are not sleeping, maybe enjoying the snow, maybe having a drink.
Song Huiyue's mood was as quiet as Xueye's, and Yinxiao was also quiet beside her, as if he didn't exist.
When the warmth in the room was swallowed up by the cold air, Song Huiyue's nose itched, she sneezed, and quickly closed the window.
Yin Xiao lifted the tongs and pushed away the charcoal fire, allowing Song Huiyue to warm up quickly.
Song Huiyue stretched out her hand to warm herself by the fire and suddenly said: "Am I old-fashioned?"
Yin Xiao looked at her seriously: "No, she's very beautiful."
Song Huiyue smiled in the firelight: "You are also very handsome."
Yin Xiao lowered his head slightly, not knowing how to answer.
Song Huiyue stretched out her legs, fell back, folded her hands on her abdomen, raised her head, and looked at nothing anywhere, just looking blankly.
She felt that she was indeed old-fashioned, her face was still green, but her actions were "old-fashioned".
She thought to herself, let's just be old-fashioned. There is nothing wrong with being old-fashioned. Who knows one day, she will be young again.
After she finished thinking, she slapped the table: "Go to bed."
Yin Xiao nodded, piled the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin with ashes, moved it to Song Huiyue's house, and then replaced the cold charcoal basin in Song Huiyue's house.
The oil lamp in Song Huiyue's room only lit up for a moment and then went out quickly. He stood there for a moment, feeling quite satisfied.
He likes Dingzhou because there is no Jin king in Dingzhou, only him.
The snowy night was cold, and even if he stood still for a long time, he would feel the cold pain in his knees. However, he still did not move. He was greedy for Song Huiyue. He felt that the sky outside the door, the snow light, and the roof tiles were all an extension of Song Huiyue.
When he came out, looking at these dead things, his whole heart became heavy.
It snowed steadily all night. Early the next morning, Yin Xiao and Li Jun went to the military camp, while Song Huiyue stayed in the barracks to rest. No one mentioned Zhao Ziyi, and even Zhao Ziyi himself tried hard to forget everything that happened last night.
As Yin Xiao's personal follower, Li Jun always sneaked away and returned to the barracks early. Because he didn't eat well at lunch, as soon as he returned to the barracks, he quickly dug out two pig's trotters, brushed them with oil sauce, and put them in a casserole.
Gudu.
He also planned to dig up two pieces of pork belly, throw them in and eat them together. He leaned on the porch and thought for a long time with a hoe, but he still couldn't get up where he had buried the pork belly.
By the time he remembered and dug it out, Song Huiyue had already returned from the bathhouse.
Holding the wooden basin and clothes, she stood under the eaves and sneered: "The Duke of Lu is really a great talent. Several pieces of pork are arranged in the Five Elements and Bagua array."
Li Jun decided to ignore her sneer: "It's just ordinary dexterity. If my father waits for me to go back and rebel again, it will definitely succeed. Then I will be the prince. The prince will not supervise the country. If I stew meat for you here, you can steal it."
Have fun."
He picked up the pork belly, chopped it vigorously, threw it into the casserole, turned to look at Song Huiyue, and grinned: "Hehe."
Song Huiyue was speechless and turned around to leave.
By the time Yin Xiao came back, the sky was already dark.
Yinxiao shook off the snow on his body and saw Song Huiyue sitting under the eaves, taking off the lid of the casserole and using a chopstick to insert the meat inside. As he walked, he said: "It smells so good."
Song Huiyue raised her head and grinned at him: "Hey."
Yinxiao couldn't figure it out, so she silently went to change into a short brown and came out to help.
The three of them ate a bowl of meat. After eating, Song Huiyue looked at Li Jun and then at Yin Xiao: "Go to the city."
Li Jun felt dizzy and said with a blank face: "What are you going to do?"
"Go to West Point Street to buy clothes."
Li Jun nodded: "I should buy it, it depends on what you are wearing... Mi Tai."
Yin Xiao stood up with a bulging belly, followed Song Huiyue, and walked out together.
After dark, Xijiao Street in Dingzhou City becomes the busiest place in Dingzhou.
This is a sea of fireworks, with row upon row of restaurants and teahouses. There are dozens of gambling rooms, disguised as restaurants, connected to flower teahouses and brothels.
Any restaurant with a wine flag with the word "Zhao" on it is Zhao Ziyi's gambling room, but the name is different.
The most lively one is "Qingyi Restaurant". There was a public notice at the door of the restaurant to solicit gamblers from the people and the garrison. Later, because there were too many gamblers in the garrison, it affected military discipline. When Zhao Ziyi heard the news that Wanqi Xiong was going to issue a military order, he kept a low profile in advance.
After a while, he tore up the gambling documents and sorted them up and down, thus avoiding the limelight.
Nowadays, West Point Street is brightly lit and people are coming and going. Mr. Bianpian stands outside the restaurant and looks around. Rich customers are coming and going, but it is hard to make a move on a familiar face. He just waits for the passing merchants to come before taking action.
Soon a husband with a mole on his face saw three unfamiliar faces.
The new faces are all filled with the word "expensive" from head to toe, their furs are brand new, and their boots are not stained with mud. The young man in the middle looks young. One of the two companions is casual and doesn't care about the scars on his face, and the other is stiff.
Keep a straight face and don't smile.
He greeted them with an enthusiastic face, and in a few words led them into Qingyi Restaurant.
There was a buzz of people in the restaurant, Mr. Miao Pian introduced him all the way. The first floor was where rough people played Dajie, Pig's Nest, Clan Ghosts, Hu Hua, and Shu Cang. On the second floor, the elegant people played Caixiang and Chess.
Chess, gambling, Guanba.
As he spoke, he led Song Huiyue and the others into the dice field, winked at the dice officer and the child caretakers, and asked them to come out and slaughter the sheep.
The fat sheep Zheng Gang before the three of them had lost all their clothes. He wanted to borrow some clothes but was ignored. The thugs in the field persuaded him to borrow a sum of money to repay the money. If he pledged his wife and daughter at home, he could get a huge sum of money.
Zheng Gang stood by the brazier without making a sound.
He had come to his senses and realized that he had conspired with Mr. Mianpian and the dice official in the place to cheat.
The little money he had was obtained from selling dates. Today he came to give away dates, but ended up giving away himself too.
Candles were burning in every corner, the flickering lights were dazzling, the sound of the dice shaking was deafening, and there was a roar of people, and the shouts sounded strange to even me.
The Zheng gang looked sad and glanced at Song Huiyue and the others who kept throwing ingots of large silver on the table. He wanted to go up and give a few words of warning, but was stopped by the thugs.