185.Chapter 185 First snow and cold winter with friends 5
In Yanjing City, countless fireworks bloomed in the sky. The imperial city was ablaze with lights, red New Year pictures were pasted in front of every house, and the streets were covered with a thick layer of firecracker paper.
The palace gate of the Imperial City opened, and the two people walked out slowly. As soon as they left the city gate, the one walking in front suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. The sky was as thick as a piece of glass covered with black ink, without stars.
Nothing can be seen without the moon.
"Your Majesty, the carriage is on the left." The attendant behind him took a step forward, and the lantern in his hand illuminated the surroundings of the two people.
"Hassen, you should go back first. I want to walk alone." Zhenjin lowered his head and strode forward, his deerskin boots making a slight squeaking sound on the snow, but no matter what, he was the only one walking.
echoing on this empty road.
This year's New Year's Eve felt particularly deserted. Although the palace held a banquet as usual, the lively scene even more affected the lonely mood.
He has never felt so lonely. In the past, during the Chinese New Year, he would always prepare red envelopes early, put them in his arms, wait for the palace banquet to be over, and give them to the little man when he returns home. At that time, he would see her smile like a crescent moon.
His eyes will make him feel happy and warm in his heart.
She has stopped spending New Year with him since last year, and now it is even more clear to him that he has completely lost her. Just like Hu Gechi said, it was he who hurt her first, and he will be the one who will.
She pushed away from her. However, no one knew that every whip he swung seemed to hit her heart, and the pain seemed to be worse than the death of her body by a thousand cuts.
The night wind was cold, and it felt like being hit on the face. The sky had just cleared up and it began to snow again. The goose-feather-like snow drifted down from the thick dark sky and fell softly on the ground.
Thousands and thousands of them turned into white.
It's snowing again. The snow in most cities seems to be lighter than that in Kaiping. Arnold likes the snowing season the most. Every time it snows, he will dance and run around. The yard of Prince Yan's Mansion is full of strange snowmen.
Occasionally, a servant would pass by and be shot. The snowball would be thrown out, and the white snow would scatter and return to the snow again.
"Arnuo, I heard that central Sichuan is a place with little snow. On New Year's Eve without snow, will you think of Mobei and me?" Zhenjin looked at the road in front of him. This was a road that could lead to her, and she was always at the end.
, but he has always been at this starting point.
In the border city in central Sichuan, the sky has not yet risen, and the night is still dark. A pedestrian who was rushing in front of the General's Mansion staggered off his horse. The snow on his body was thickly piled up, and his eyelashes were covered with frost.
"Bang bang bang..." The sound of three knocks on the door broke the surrounding tranquility, and a ray of light came out after a while. A slightly hoarse voice behind the door asked sleepily: "Who is it!"
"Open the door..." The person outside the door stamped his feet and shook the snow on his body to the ground. "Quickly report to the general, there is a message from Yanjing, urgent military situation."
Hearing these words, the gatekeeper behind the door quickly put on his shoes and ran over, quickly opening the door. As soon as a gap appeared in the door, people outside squeezed in.
Only then did the concierge see who the visitor was, "Vice General Chen, the general should be in the backyard."
Vice General Chen looked grave and said, "I'll be there right away." After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards the backyard.
This time is just the beginning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the arrival of the urgent military situation is doomed to be an uneventful year.