A gust of cold wind blew in the snow, and Arnold took a deep breath. Although his nose was cold, his heart felt indescribably refreshing.
Hu Gechi held Arnold's hand slightly tighter, "Arnold, I'll go with you. Come back with me to rest after a while!" The wind and snow were really strong today, and he was afraid that Arnold would be blown by the cold wind.
He was infected with wind and cold. Since coming to Anxi Mansion, Arnold seemed to have become very busy, and he saw less and less every day. Although Hu Gechi didn't say anything, he had ordered Wu Enqi to prepare to leave here.
Leave after this so-called year.
Arnold chuckled and reached out to touch Hu Gechi's face, "Looking at your appearance, shouldn't Xu Xiaomo be happy when she wakes up?" At this point, she let out a long breath and turned her eyes.
Looking at Hu Gechi with a smile on his face, he said, "I'm just talking, it won't be too late. You can drink tea in the room next to you then, and I will go back with you to rest soon."
The two of them stepped into the wind and snow together, and gradually disappeared on the path leading outside the courtyard.
At this time, a new guest came to the small courtyard. Braving the wind and snow, he was wrapped tightly in a white cloak. It was difficult to see him in the wind and snow unless you looked carefully.
This man was familiar with the road and directly opened the door of the house where General Zhang and his wife were.
The heat that hit him melted the snow on his body, and his face hidden under the hood was revealed. This man was about forty years old, with resolute features, and he had the aura of a soldier all over his body.
When Mrs. Zhang saw the visitor, her original smile disappeared immediately.
General Zhang showed a serious look and said, "Madam, please go back to your room and rest first. Brother Yang and I have something to talk about."
Mrs. Zhang put down the teapot she was holding and looked at the man named Yang with an unfriendly look. She didn't even try to hide the displeasure in her eyes, as if this man was her enemy.
Even so, the man named Yang didn't seem to see such a look. He strode over to General Zhang and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea.
Mrs. Zhang walked out of the room angrily and closed the door heavily.
The atmosphere in the room began to become heavy. The man named Yang first took off his cloak and put it aside, and then drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.
"Brother Yang Hua, are the manpower ready?" General Zhang looked at the man in front of him, with the determination of a strong man who cut off his wrist. A few days ago, he contacted the last surviving people of the Southern Song Dynasty, and these men followed him all the way.
When Nuo came, he had obviously been keeping an eye on their group for a long time. He didn't know where he got the news that he was still alive, so he looked for him.
Yang Hua put down his tea cup and said, "General Zhang, although we don't have many people, we can still be considered elite. But..." He hesitated at this point, as if he was very embarrassed to continue.
"Is there anything else you can't talk about?" General Zhang coughed twice, and his face became unusually rosy.
Yang Hua looked embarrassed, and finally seemed to grit his teeth and decided something. He knelt on the ground with a movement of his body. He looked at General Zhang and dunked hard, "General, you and I are the last hope of us Han people. Yang Hua is incompetent.
I'm not sure that one hit will hit." As he said, he dunked two more songs, "The real gold is Prince Meng Yuan. There are many masters around him, and his own kung fu is also very high. I'm afraid our manpower will not be able to kill him in one go.