Pirates' Ice Dragon General

During the Wu Dynasty, in December of the sixth year of Xinghe, at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there was a market town.

Winter has come, the cold wind is blowing, and the soft soil has become hard and slippery. For the poor people, winter is the most difficult season. The cold wind is like a knife blowing on the face. Time As time goes by, there will be bursts of blood of different sizes on the face. Generally in this season, most people go up the mountain before winter comes to prepare the firewood needed for the whole winter, and live a life without leaving home. .

After all, going out once is a difficult challenge in this era of lack of food and clothing, and it is not surprising that some people will die on the way.

In the small town at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there are some people who are active outside, but most of them are people from all over the world. There is a thousand-year-old temple located on the mountain. Those who come to challenge, convert, and even have evil intentions are alone in the green forest. People are also moving around in such an environment.

In this small town that cannot be named, there is naturally no place like a brothel, but there are still wine shops and tea shops. In winter, the business inside is the best, with many businessmen taking a rest, or people from all walks of life. Groups of people would come in to warm up and have a drink or two.

There are not many streets in the town, and there are very few pedestrians at the moment. Wine shops and tea shops are mostly concentrated on one street. On the road, outside these shops, women wearing cotton-padded jackets look inside, as if they are looking for them. People, the past of a family.

Then, she seemed to have found the person she was looking for, and rushed over like crazy, tearing and beating a drunken young man who was lying on the wine table. The sudden scene made the bystanders in the wine shop watch the excitement, and they probably thought, The husband is an alcoholic who steals his wife’s hard-earned money and uses it to buy alcohol. In fact, there are many stories like this.

The drunk young man pushed away and pulled his arm, raised his red face, and said with drunken eyes: "Don't worry about me, let me drink to my heart's content...let me get drunk once...Junior sister, go away, let me Forget the unhappy things and drink. Waiter, have another one."

"Brother, don't drink anymore. Please cheer up and don't drink anymore." The woman has a delicate face and many pigtails on her head. However, she is wearing an ordinary cotton-padded jacket and can't tell what her figure is. She looks a bit bloated and clumsy. .

The man with disheveled hair struggled to prevent the woman from touching him, "How can I cheer up? If I castrate myself and become a eunuch in the palace, I can't beat them... I'd better drink. Drinking is better. No pain, no itching, no worries."

This man's drunken nonsense finally made the merchants and people in the shop burst into laughter. The woman in front of her eyes turned red and embarrassed, and she felt more pain for the drunk man, and then she burst into tears. When she came down, she cried and shook the man's arm, crying: "Senior Brother, look what you have become now. You were not like this before. You were not such a self-destructive person. Wake up. Senior Brother Qin is now giving up." Others are working as escorts to make some money, but we are still staying in the vegetable garden outside the temple. Even Youqing is helping to look after the vegetables and water the vegetables. Please stop doing this, please."

"Aren't you giving up on yourself?" The man burped, with a drunken tone, and laughed crazily, "You are still thinking about revenge. I haven't thought about it anymore. How big an official is that? Now...how much power do we hold? We will destroy whoever we say. Look at us...asking others for justice, but we are asking for an old monk who doesn't know any martial arts. He said he was going to resolve it hahahaha .I, Li Wenwen, have lived for this joke my entire life. You go away and the waiter serves you the wine."

In the store, the crowd of spectators gradually became quieter. Some people paid their bills and hurried on their way, while others felt bored and continued eating, drinking, and chatting with their companions. Su Wanling stood there, watching the other party refill the wine and put it in her mouth. Then, she rushed forward and knocked the bowl away with a snap.

Li Wenwen staggered up and walked over to pick up the wooden bowl on the ground, licked the remaining wine stains on it, and then reached for the jug again. Su Wanling snatched it away and sat next to him, "Okay, since senior brother wants to drink .Junior sister will accompany you”

"You are not allowed to drink"

Over there, the originally drunk man seemed to have sobered up a little. He reached out to grab it, but he easily dodged it. Then he saw her unscrewing the lid and taking a few sips into her mouth. Her cheeks instantly turned red like fire.

Putting the wine bottle on the table, Su Wanling wiped her lips, "Senior brother, in fact, if you don't say it, everyone knows it in their hearts. You miss her, you are thinking about sister Ruyi, and you are thinking about Jinyanmen. It's all because we don't have it." Yes, but please don’t take all the blame on yourself.”

"Senior Brother Qin didn't say anything. You know what kind of person he is. Now he goes to the escort agency every day to pick up short darts. Isn't he thinking about it..."

"Shut up and stop talking."

On the other side of the table, Li Wenwen smelled of alcohol, his chest was heaving, and his low and hoarse voice rolled out of his throat: "You are right. You are right. I can only give up on myself now. What else can I do? Apart from hiding, Drinking here, what do you want me to do?”

Su Wanling stood up silently and said: "Senior brother, Master Zhikong has already set off for Bianliang this morning. He, a monk in his eighties, is also working on the Jinyan Sect..."

As she spoke, she had already walked outside the store. Something fell down, and her face felt cold. She raised her face, and snowflakes fell.

In the store, the man with his head hanging on the wine table whispered in a daze: "...I will get up by myself. You can go back first."

When Su Wanling heard this, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, smiled brightly, turned around and walked toward the other side of the mountain, her footsteps much faster. In a village far southwest of Bianliang City.

A tall monk carrying a crescent shovel and a disheveled Tutu stood at the entrance of the village. He reluctantly said goodbye to the two men behind him, and then embarked on the road to Bianliang. In the village, a woman named Fengyi sat under the eaves with her belly bulging, watching the wind and snow falling. She was sewing a little tiger hat in her hands, with a happy smile on her face.

Behind her, a woman wearing a white cotton-padded jacket leaned on the threshold, looking at the woman's stitches, a look of loneliness on her face.

"Yier should have learned to crawl by now... Mom misses you so much."

Royal Palace.

The queen walked barefoot on the blanket, posing with her body, occasionally making a flirtatious expression in front of the bronze mirror, but then gave up, took off the hairpin from her head and threw it on the dressing table, with a sad look on her face, "I can't learn this. ....How on earth did those women do this? ...It’s so annoying.”

She muttered and opened the window, snow falling under her eyes.

At this time in the capital, the motorcade bearing the Dongchang logo came back from north to south. Snowflakes fell, and the city was noisy and prosperous. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665