Bonus Chapter - Wuxia Trailer
When Shiyun received the letter, the apricot blossoms outside the window were falling.
The letter paper was thin, but the ink was deep, as if the writer had used a great deal of effort.
He ran his fingertips over the words, and for a moment he felt they were burning hot.
Seeing this letter is like meeting you in person.
The snow in northern Xinjiang has melted. Yesterday, while practicing my swordplay on the cliff edge, I suddenly remembered you saying that the apricot blossoms in Jiangnan should be blooming.
The signature was Chen Ze, but the handwriting was so messy it didn't look like him.
When has a man who would straighten his sword tassel three times a day ever written such a hasty letter?
When Xi Jiang pushed open the door, she saw Shi Yun staring blankly at the letter.
She put down her teacup and said softly.
"The war in the northern frontier is critical, it's fortunate that this letter was delivered."
Shiyun remained silent, simply folding the letter neatly and placing it in the celadon vase on the table.
There were already seven or eight identical letters lying inside, each beginning with...
"Seeing this letter is like meeting you in person..."
Chen Ze's sword was stuck in the mountain of corpses, and blood dripped down the hilt, staining the sand with dark patterns.
The lieutenant handed him a water pouch, but he shook his head and instead pulled out a crumpled letter from his pocket.
The edges of the letter were worn and frayed, clearly indicating that it had been unfolded many times.
The paulownia trees in front of the gang's headquarters have borne fruit. Fried Fish and Dog Egg tried to steal some, but ended up with their hands covered in thorns. Drunken Breeze said, "When you come back, I'll treat you to some newly brewed plum wine."
The signature was Shiyun, but the handwriting was too neat.
When did the man who could compose epic tales of war and icy rivers on the strings ever write such a restrained family letter?
"General, it's time to break camp."
The lieutenant reminded him in a low voice.
Chen Ze tucked the letter back into his heart, where an arrow scar still remained.
He suddenly smiled.
"Tell the brothers, after this battle..."
"I'll take you to Jiangnan, where you'll drink the strongest liquor and see the most beautiful people."
Zui Qingfeng squatted on the roof of the post station, smoking, with seven or eight empty wine jars piled up at his feet.
Quit smoking? Quit my ass.
The old post station official tremblingly handed over a blood-stained letter.
"Sir, this just arrived from the northern frontier..."
The letter was unfolded, but only half of it remained, as if it had been hastily torn off.
If I return, I will be with you...
The words that followed were obscured by blood and were indistinguishable.
Zui Qingfeng stared at the stain for a long time, then suddenly picked up the wine jar and smashed it against the wall.
"What a damn world."
Amidst the scattering of porcelain shards, the wind chimes under the eaves of the post station tinkled.
In a daze, he seemed to see the swordsman in white, dressed as white as snow, standing in the courtyard, speaking with a cold face...
"Drunken Breeze, the cigarettes you smoke don't suit my taste."
Dog Egg squatted on the gang's signboard, his feathers whitened by the snow.
When frying the fish, stand on tiptoe and tie a red ribbon around it.
"Happy New Year! Let me dress you up nicely!"
Dog Egg, unusually, didn't curse; he just stared at the mountain road in the distance.
It was completely empty; there wasn't even a footprint.
Shiyun's zither music came from the backyard; she was playing "Yangguan Sandie".
Xi Jiang was brewing a pot of tea to express her longing for her husband. The eldest son hung a newly made seven-colored headgear in the main hall. It was a size larger than in previous years, and he said it was "to be kept for someone to wear."
Zui Qingfeng leaned against a pillar in the corridor, smoking. The smoke rings he exhaled were quickly blown away by the wind.
"you say……"
He suddenly spoke.
"How long will it take to feel like you've gotten your money's worth?"
No one answered.
Only the sound of falling snow, softly, softly.
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