Hualing Snow

Will it be light?

If the sky won't dawn, will it never be tomorrow?

"Master, it's the third watch, you should rest earlier. Tomorrow... Tomorrow is the day when Mr. Pei will be tortured. How can he go on the road with peace of mind if you are like this?"

The boy in brown clothes lowered his eyes and muttered in his mouth.

The moonlight pours down, the star river falls into the bosom, and the Hualing plum blossom in the most beautiful form in the vestibule is dancing, and the number of Qionghua on the jade branch can be vaguely discerned in the frost.

Qin Zhixun stood alone with a lamp, didn't say a word, but just watched from a distance, with a slightly dazed expression.After a long time, with red eyes, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Can Feixue in Jizhou have the same plum blossoms in Hualing?"

The boy held his breath and lowered his eyebrows, but he didn't speak.When the night wind suddenly blows, the plum petals falling from the thousands of branches, fluttering in the wind, seem to answer with a sigh.

He poured two glasses of wine, one down his throat, and the other under the plum tree.

He took a piece of paper, dipped the brush in ink and wrote on it.

The first thing I wrote was "Lifetime Poetry, Wine, and Plum Blossoms". After reading it, I always feel that it is not good, and it seems to lack a little charm.

So he wrote "Lie Song Cang Cang, Qi Ju Xuan, Lang Yan is unique, unparalleled in the world", a very old nursery rhyme, and he was a little surprised that he could remember it.

Fortunately, the writing was not bad, so he put it aside and watched the ink dry a little bit.

If he has the opportunity to go to Jizhou in the future, he must start half a month earlier.

In this way, Qingming still has time to get home, and warm a pot of wine in front of the man's tomb.

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