On winter nights, the whole earth is covered with a layer of white light.

This was the heavy snow a few days ago.

Against the backdrop of the white earth, the stars in the night sky are even brighter and clearer.

It seems like I can pick one with just my hand.

One hand was raised high, grasping the air.

I put my hand in front of me and let go. There were no shining stars, only white mist floating in the air.

This is the hot air exhaled from the mouth and nose, which turns into white mist when it meets cold. The white mist rises and condenses on the eyebrows and beard for a moment, and the starry sky is broken and bright.

“This starry sky is so beautiful.”

He spoke in a hoarse voice, holding his hands behind his head, and the snow beneath him made a creaking sound.

Under the starlight, the man was wearing a white leather jacket, lying in the snow, blending into the earth. If it weren't for his eyes as bright as stars, he would not have been noticed for a moment.

"yes."

He could hear voices talking around him, and the snow was undulating, revealing various figures.

“It’s rare to see a starry sky like this.”

"The stars are so beautiful."

"I should recite a poem at this time."

"You're a slut."

"It would be nice if there was some wine."

"Another piece of barbecue."

The chaotic sound of laughter makes this icy cold night a little more lively, just like admiring the snow in spring. It is also an elegant thing to appreciate the stars in the winter night.

Suddenly, the hand just now was raised again, and with this movement, the voice stopped abruptly, and the world fell into dead silence instantly.

In the dead silence, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, as if appearing out of nowhere and approaching instantly.

The horses' hooves kicked up the snow, revealing the animal skins wrapped around it.

It was this hide that muffled the sound of the horse's hooves, making them unnoticeable until they were close.

There were more than a dozen soldiers in the group, wearing armor and helmets under the starlight, with swords, spears, halberds, and crossbows flashing coldly behind them. Even in the snowy night, the horses' speed did not slow down at all. Suddenly, the horse in the middle neighed, and a long sword fell from the ground and cut off the horse's front hoof.

The horse neighed and fell, and the man on it tumbled down. Before the man could get up, a long knife had already chopped off his head and body.

Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing the snow red.

The entire team became chaotic as people jumped up from the snow one after another and slashed at the cavalry with swords and axes.

The shouts in the Hu language, the roars of pain, the neighing of horses, the originally cold land became noisy, but this noise was accompanied by flying blood and flesh.

A long spear pierced a cavalryman, pulling him off his horse. The spear was thrown away along with the cavalryman. The attacking man instantly picked up a broadsword that had fallen to the side, and with a clang, he swung around to knock away the sickle that was attacking from behind.

But because his footing slipped slightly, he was hit on the neck by a flying axe thrown by a cavalryman on the other side. He screamed and fell to the ground, motionless. The blood stained the ground and his white robe red, and he merged with the earth again.

The battle was brutal and short. Everything seemed to happen in an instant and ended in an instant in the tragedy. The horses were either killed or fled. As a long knife pierced the chest of the wounded without hesitation, the wailing disappeared instantly, and the world returned to peace again.

The starlight was still there, but the ground was no longer as white as before, but was covered with blood and corpses.

There were Jin soldiers and men in white robes.

The bearded man squatted in front of a man in a white robe and put his hand over his still open eyes.

"Boss."

A reminder sounded behind me.

The bearded man turned around.

"Am I becoming more sentimental now?" he asked.

The men behind him ignored him. They either tore off the weapons, clothes and boots from the corpses of the Jin soldiers, or lay on the dead horses and drank their blood in big gulps.

"Boss, hurry up, have a few drinks and then go." Someone said vaguely.

The bearded man shook his head.

"The meaning of life is not just eating and drinking," he said, waving the knife in his hand, cutting off a piece of horse meat and stuffing the bloody meat into his robe, "It's also about poetry and distant places."

He tilted his head and thought about it.

"That's probably what she said. It's been so long, I almost forgot it."

The other men had already stood up and casually wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths.

"Boss, regardless of whether you are sentimental or not, you talk more than before," said a man.

"Are you saying I'm a chatterbox?" the bearded man said unhappily. "How can I be a chatterbox? We're getting further and further north, and we can't even see a single hair. Now that we finally meet, we still speak nonsense. I'm afraid I won't be able to speak our language anymore after a while."

The men all laughed.

"Boss, you are really thoughtful," they said.

The bearded man had a smile in his eyes and a look of pride on his face.

"That's right," he said, and waved his hand. "We've got some good firewood tonight so we can have a good meal. Let's go."

The group did not stop, but ran northward in the snow under the starlight, and slowly their figures merged with the earth and disappeared.

When the sun shines on the earth, the place becomes noisy again as more soldiers arrive.

They wore dark helmets, bright red silk scarves, and wore mercury armor that looked like snow. Each of them had an arrogant and aggressive look on their faces. They were the most elite cavalrymen in the imperial city.

Seeing the scattered dead bodies frozen in the snow, they roared in anger.

"It's the woodcutters again."

"How come they succeeded again!"

"Are our warriors such wastes?"

"Sir, they don't have many people left. The mountains are blocked by heavy snow. They don't even have fire sticks. They will definitely die."

"It would be too easy for them to die like that. They must die in our hands, skinned and torn to pieces, to avenge the great emperor."

"Warriors, kill a woodcutter and you will be rewarded with a title."

With this shout, the Jin soldiers roared and rushed forward, and the snow on the ground flew everywhere.

…

It seemed that everything between heaven and earth was covered with snow, even the mountains, rocks and trees were no exception, the whole world was like frozen.

But in this frozen place, a snow-white lotus blossomed, as if this were a lake.

But in fact, it is a steep cliff.

A hand reached out and picked the snow lotus.

Against the backdrop of the snow lotus, the hand became increasingly red and swollen, covered with frostbite, a horrible sight.

The action of picking snow lotus is very difficult for such frostbitten hands, not to mention holding on to the snow-covered rocks.

The man was clinging to the smooth cliff, his body tense but his expression relaxed. He slowly put the snow lotus under his mouth and nose and sniffed it. A hint of contentment appeared on his increasingly haggard look.

"It smells so good." he said.

After saying this, he suddenly fell down, as if he could no longer hold on and fell down, but in fact he climbed up the cliff nimbly and finally slid down to the bottom of the cliff safely.

"Look." He held up the snow lotus and shouted to the five men sitting around him, "Isn't it beautiful?"

The five men looked over, and although they all looked haggard and had chapped lips, they all had smiles on their faces.

"Boss, why are you interested in flowers and plants again? Are you really going to turn into a little girl?" they laughed.

"What do you know? This is a medicinal herb." The bearded man said, carefully putting the snow lotus into the leather belt he carried with him. "There's a girl who needs this. When I get back, I'll give it to her and I'll be able to pay off my debt."

He muttered something about debts, but no one else paid attention. Only when they heard the word "go back", a trace of disappointment flashed in their eyes.

Still, can we go back?

Even though everyone came here with the intention of dying, they still want to go back.

Several people looked at the bearded man, watching him carefully and happily examine the leather bag filled with snow lotus. In fact, there was no need to pick flowers from the cliff and waste the limited physical strength. However, the snow lotus could bring spiritual comfort to the people they missed.

I think about him/her all the time, as if he/she is right beside me.

Their smiles turned a little sour, but the next moment their expressions became solemn again.

"The gold thief is chasing us." They said, and jumped up from the ground.

There was no knife or axe in his hand, only a wooden stick made from broken branches.

But there was no fear on their faces, as if they were holding sophisticated weapons in their hands.

"Then bring some more back support." The bearded man said with some leisure, moving his arms and legs, making a creaking sound, "Let's get to work."

Following his words, the five people hid behind the rocks.

The bearded man stood alone, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, and he looked down at the leather pocket on his waist.

"What a pity, you unlucky woman, you can't get such a good thing." He whispered, and the next moment he raised his head and his expression returned to his unruly state. He swung the long stick in his hand and waited for the Yamaguchi cavalry to rush over.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, but no soldiers rushed in for a long time, which made the people waiting for the ambush there look a little puzzled.

"Are you not planning to fight again and are just waiting to trap us to death?" a man said.

"Are these grandsons so cowardly?" said another one with a frown.

The bearded man listened attentively, and suddenly his expression changed.

"No, it seems, there is Zhou Yu." he said.

However, it is not surprising that there is Zhou language, as these Jin soldiers have also used Zhou language to seduce them before.

"No, this time, it's real, and there are a lot of people." said the bearded man, his voice trembling slightly.

The trembling was not because of fear, but because of some speculation.

Some impossible guesses.

The expressions of the others also became complicated. They seemed to want to be excited but were afraid that this excitement would destroy their minds.

They never give themselves hope, because once they have hope, when it is shattered they will completely lose their will and be beyond help.

They remained alert and hid behind the rocks until they heard a sudden bang, followed by an earthquake.

"Fuck, this doesn't belong to Qingshan Army..." the bearded man shouted.

But just as he was about to jump up, he heard a rustling sound above his head, followed by heavy snow mixed with rocks rolling down.

The others who were hiding behind the rocks had no time to move as the falling snow instantly buried them.

With a loud bang, the valley fell into silence.

Outside the valley, the noise and sounds of fighting became louder. After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to silence. Then the sound of horse hooves came from far away and gradually filled the entire valley.

"No one is here." A male voice said with some surprise, "Could it be that he has died?"

But the next moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the snow, followed by a head shaking out of the snow.

“I’ll go!”

A hoarse and angry voice drowned out the sound of horse hooves and echoed throughout the valley.

"We didn't die at the hands of the Jin army, but were crushed to death by the heavy snow. This is really a big joke!"

As he moved, people from other places rushed out, spitting snow and shaking their heads, but their expressions were full of unbelievable ecstasy.

However, the bearded man still looked angrily at the people surrounding him.

"Who are you working for? Why are you so stupid?"

He raised his head, shook off the snow on his face, and saw the approaching people clearly, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

The crowd in front of me dispersed, and a woman appeared in my sight.

She was not wearing armor, but was wrapped in a thick red cloak, and a white velvet hat almost covered her little face.

She was also looking at the bearded man who was half buried in the snow. She looked very seriously, scanning his head and face inch by inch and point by point, then her brows slightly wrinkled.

"Zhu Zan," she said, "how did you become so ugly?"

Zhu Zan was furious and immediately jumped out from the snow.

"You have eye problems, woman." He shouted, "There is no one in the world who is more beautiful than me."

He jumped out, brushed the snow off his body, and wiped his face randomly.

"Come, come, take a good look at me, I am so graceful..."

Before he could finish his words, Miss Jun had already jumped off her horse and rushed over, opening her arms and hugging his neck.

Her action was so sudden that Zhu Zan staggered and almost fell.

"Hey, don't think you're that way. Forget what you just said." He shouted, "Get up and take a good look. What's so ugly about me?"

Although he said this, he did not push the person in front of him away at all. Instead, he reached out and hugged him.

"Take a good look at this," he said again.

Miss Jun hugged his neck tightly and nodded heavily on his shoulder.

"Let me take a good look," she said.

Zhu Zan didn't say anything else, but just hugged her tightly. He didn't know if it was because his body was frozen or because he was not experienced enough, but his movements were still a little stiff.

I should have practiced holding it a few more times, he thought to himself.

…

In spring, when flowers bloom, the valley becomes even more beautiful, but at this time the atmosphere is a little tense.

A group of men looked at the girl in front of them with sad and worried expressions.

The girl was being led by a woman to a tomb.

The girl seemed frightened and stood there motionless.

"Han Qing." Auntie Xiao stroked her shoulder and softened her voice. "I was the one who asked Jiu Ling to hide the matter about your father from you. You..."

Zhao Hanqing raised his hand and held Aunt Xiao's hand.

"Mom, I want to be alone here for a while."

Aunt Xiao hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

She turned around and waved for everyone to leave.

"Sister-in-law, is this okay?" Xia Yong said in a low voice with some worry, "Niuniu was so excited all the way waiting to see brother, but in the end..."

Aunt Xiao sighed lightly.

"I'm sure she'll understand," she said.

Suddenly, Sister Xia let out a low cry.

"Oh, Niuniu picked up the knife," she said.

These words scared everyone. They stopped and looked over, and sure enough, they saw Zhao Hanqing holding up a long knife in front of the tomb.

Before anyone could react, they saw her swinging her long sword, creating a flash of light.

Everyone was stunned. This... didn't seem like he was going to hurt himself, but...

Zhao Hanqing quickly put away his sword, picked up a crossbow from the side, and without saying a word, fired ten arrows at the trunk of a large tree not far away.

This was not the end. Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, she demonstrated the spear and sickle in turn.

"It turns out she wanted to show her father how powerful she is." Aunt Xiao's eyes were glistening with tears.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Hanqing in front of the tomb also let out a sigh of relief. He threw his shield and spear aside, half-knelt down in front of the tomb, and looked at the three words "Zhao Zhiyi" on the tombstone.

"Hey, Dad, did you see that? I didn't embarrass you, did I?" She said, raising her eyebrows with a bit of interest, without any sadness in her eyes. "I'm good enough, right? Am I better than you?"

The words on the tombstone could not answer her. She looked at it quietly for a moment, then took out three incense-like things wrapped in paper from her arms.

"This is what Sister Jiuling asked me to bring to you." She looked at the thing in her hand and lit it with a fire twister.

A puff of smoke came out and a strange fragrance spread.

Zhao Hanqing looked at the three short incense sticks in her hand with a strange look on her face, and it was obvious that she was also curious.

"Sister Jiuling said this is the cigarette you mentioned in your note," she said. "She said you didn't write it in detail, and she tried to make it, but she doesn't know if it's right."

The more she smelled it, the more curious she became. She simply put it to her lips and inhaled it hard. She immediately started coughing and squatted on the ground, sticking out her tongue and tears coming out.

"That's horrible," she said. "No wonder you said you'd die if you could take one more breath."

As she spoke, she inserted the three short incense sticks in front of the tomb and looked at it quietly for a moment.

"Dad, you are very powerful, but Sister Jiuling is more powerful than you." She said suddenly.

After saying this, he jumped up and backed away as if he was afraid of being hit by the person in front of him.

With a hint of pride in her eyes, she slowly backed away step by step, and finally turned around and ran towards Aunt Xiao with a smile on her face.

Behind her, three short incense sticks in front of the tombstone were emitting wisps of smoke that danced in the wind.

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Say goodnight to everyone

At twenty-three minutes in the morning, after writing the three words "complete text", Jun Jiuling finished.

The update is fixed at 7 o'clock every morning, and the last chapter is released in the early morning.

Actually, updating in the morning is not a good habit, because that is the time when everyone signs in to get free coins. If you see an update, you might just use it, but the free coins do not bring any income to the author.

I once tried to change the update time to afternoon due to the difference in subscriptions, but I couldn't get used to it and felt uncomfortable, so I had to change it back.

Because I want to say good morning to everyone for the first time, eat breakfast with everyone, take the subway, wait for the bus, greet the first ray of sunshine in the early morning and start the day's life, work and study with everyone.

Some readers said that I was accompanying everyone, but in fact, everyone was also accompanying me.

I like writing stories, and I am afraid of the end of the story, because without the story and everyone's company, I will be very lonely, as if I have been abandoned by the whole world. It feels terrible and helpless.

So I am very grateful to everyone for accompanying me to wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, and start my day's work and life.

But all good things must come to an end, and every story must come to an end, so I'd better say goodbye to you all.

There will be no updates tomorrow morning, so I won't be able to say good morning to you all. However, I am happy to say good night to you all.

Finally, I would like to express my sincere thanks.

First of all, I would like to thank myself. This book is well written. I would like to give praise to Xi Xing, who has always been inferior and sensitive. At least this book is happier than the previous ones.

Then I have to thank Mao Pu. There were problems with three turning points when I was writing them. He pointed them out in time and I made changes. Otherwise, the plot of the book would have been greatly discounted. But there is still one plot that I am not satisfied with. Many readers and authors have also mentioned to me that the writing there is not good. This is because Mao Pu was too busy at that time and did not read that part. So, I can only blame him.

And then I want to thank Bingyi from the south. He doesn’t like me thanking him all the time. But, if I can’t even express my gratitude to me freely, what’s the fun in life?

Thank you to all my allies, your names are on the list and in my heart.

And my readers, you are the most important. Your subscription and reward support allows me to support my family and allow you to top the charts at the age of nine.

Thank you very much, with all my heart and gratitude. I bow.

I would like to thank my managers. We have experienced the joys and hardships together. I will not say more.

Thank you all.

I wrote more than 10,000 words today. To be honest, I feel a little stupid now. I could have written this thank-you speech later, but I still want to write it now because I really want to say good night to everyone.

Good night.

I love you.

Praise you.

Happy New Year to everyone.

Good night.

I look forward to your new books accompanying me again. You are my world, a very happy world. Thank you for your gift.

Good night.

I am a little flustered, and my words are not clear enough. Please forgive me for any omissions and disrespect. I may revise it when I wake up tomorrow, or maybe I will leave it as it is.

Good night.

What would I do without you?

install.

A few words about Mr. Gu

When I saw a reader asking about Mr. Gu’s origins, I suddenly thought of the Jiao Niang Medical Classic.

After "Gao Niang" ended, a friend came to ask me who was the person who wrote the letter "Who are you" to "Gao Niang".

This person is very powerful. Everyone knows that Jiao Niang's growth was the result of the Terminator machine created by the Cheng family.

In order to ensure that the Cheng family's fate of extinction is changed, the Cheng family has of course made sufficient preparations. In addition to Jiao Niang, another assistant is also prepared just in case.

Sure enough, there was a flaw in Jiao Niang's rebirth. Most of the reason for this flaw was that her husband Yang Shan used witchcraft to dig out her heart in order to make her forget everything.

Jiao Niang woke up and had lost her memory. At this time, the assistant arranged by the Cheng family came into play, but this assistant also had problems. It was equivalent to an incomplete soul during the time travel. After all, the Cheng family was not omnipotent, so this person also became crazy. However, he still remembered his mission and wrote down the three words "Who are you", which played a key role in helping Jiao Niang recover her memory.

This is the origin and story of this person. I told my friend about it with great interest. My friend said "oh" and asked me calmly, "Have you written it?" I said "no", and he said, "So are you communicating with the reader through brain waves?"

So I want to tell you that when I was setting up each and every person in the story, even if they were just minor supporting roles, I put a lot of thought into it. It wasn’t just something I picked up casually. For some people who only appeared once, I also enthusiastically set up their backgrounds and stories. But the strange thing is that it may not come out when I’m writing. Just like the thing I wrote about place names on Weibo, even if it was a made-up place name, I checked a lot of maps before making it up. It was simply inexplicable, but doing this made me feel particularly solid and secure when writing the story.

Let me take back what I said. So, as for Mr. Gu, I set him up like this: he and the master are old acquaintances. The master is of course a very domineering and awe-inspiring person, so Mr. Gu is particularly in awe of him.

He knew that his master had accepted a princess as his apprentice, and that the crown prince was ill. Later, the crown prince got into trouble and Prince Huai was imprisoned. Based on old friendship and some ambition, he came to Prince Huai's mansion and recommended himself to Lu Yunqi to be Prince Huai's teacher.

Then facts proved that Mr. Gu's bet was right. Prince Huai ascended the throne. In view of Prince Huai's trust in him, his future status can be imagined. This is also why he was able to make plans in the court so quickly and release Lu Yunqi. It is also why Miss Jun told him that he might become a power-abusing person like Yuan Bao.

Well, this is Mr. Gu’s business. I seem to be really communicating with everyone using brain waves, haha.

Finally, after not seeing you for one day, I miss you so much.

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