Lanshan Snow

Snowfield has only two seasons:

Snow season and ice season.

The winter grazing team came back in time, and the big cold wave made this year's ice season extraordinarily harsh.After the last ray of aurora disappeared on the due west horizon, the sun disappeared from the sky, and the dome became a foggy mirror.The snowfields were shrouded in white gloom, and the mountains undulated into blurred lines.

White miserably.

The Holy Snow Mountain is shining with a warm yellow light.

The firewood was burning in a painted copper basin, and the fire was blazing, which made the thick and soft blanket extra warm.But outside the house, the wind blew across the cliff wave after wave, and the sound of the wind was so shrill that it made people feel the chill in their bones.

The sleeping Qiu Bodeng shrank subconsciously.

Can't wait to merge with the heat source.

Wizard Thule bowed his head.

The young master shrank, moved, and buried himself in his arms, with his cheek pressed against his chest, exhaling a small amount of hot air, like a cat warming in the owner's arms.

A strand of hair hangs by the side of the small nose.

The hair fluctuated slightly with the airflow, touching the tip of the nose from time to time, the young master who disturbed his sound sleep frowned grumpily.Wizard Thule pulled out his hand, brushed away the lock of hair for him, and pinned it behind his ear.The frowning eyebrows were finally released, and he buried his face in the warm quilt again.

It is closer to the man's heart.

Perhaps his intuition told him that all the warmth came from here.

The Thule wizard was surrounded by Qiu Bodeng's thin back through a quilt, and habitually inspected his territory inch by inch... When the man's fingers fell to the last few bone ridges, the boy's brows that had just loosened were frowned delicately up.Further down, even took a breath in the dream.

This time, even the eyelashes trembled impatiently.

He grunted a little.

It is Central Plains dialect.

Wizard Thule remembered whispering the syllable the first night when he grasped his wound.

Probably because he was really bullied too much, even though Wizard Thule lightened his strength, Qiu Bodeng's eyebrows were still frowned, as if he had been awakened in a dream by the pain he had suffered in the past few days, and he subconsciously whimpered.Wizard Thule stroked his fair cheek with his fingertips, coaxing him gently.

It's okay not to coax him, but it's even more wronged to coax him.

Don't turn your face away and play your temper.

"Pride and pride" was created just for him.

However, he was nestled in the arms of the Tule wizard, his eyelashes were still wet from tears, and his cheeks hadn't fully faded.When she turned her face away, the quilt was loosened, revealing a small section of her neck, full of red marks of being kissed, held, and lightly bitten, deep and shallow... all covered on the pure snow-like skin.

The culprit pushed his hair to one side.

Those marks extended down the beautiful and slender cervical vertebrae and disappeared under the warm quilt.

It is indeed very pitiful.

Wizard Thule embraced Qiu Bodeng, turned sideways, and let him sleep on the fluffy and soft cold feather quilt first.After a while, he came back, picked up the boy again, and put him on his body.

He came back with a clay cup.

The lid of the cup is pushed away.

Exudes a faint herbal fragrance.

Snowfield can attract the attention of many aristocratic families, which is closely related to its special natural environment and the special resources bred.Extreme cold and permafrost are cruel tests for any life. Even ordinary oak, grown in snowy fields, is many times harder than other continents.

The wood material alone is enough to usher in a new breakthrough for the slow-moving flying boat technique.

Not to mention other natural and earthly treasures that only Xueyuan has.

The bone jade ring rotates.

The slightly cold Xue Yun walked around the undulating totems, letters, patterns...

Qiu Bodeng was once surprised that the medicine given to him by the Tule wizard was no worse than the plum blossom ointment that Qiu's family bought from the medical clinic with a lot of money.

But if he knew what the medicine doctor regarded as a secret medicine, he would understand the reason for it—Xueyun, a moss that only grows in the extreme plain.Every year, smugglers and caravans do not hesitate to travel hundreds of miles, passing through the moraine plains, in order to scrape away the small and inconspicuous layer of moss attached to the stone surface.

"Ugh..."

The sleeping boy suddenly made a greasy and sweet nasal sound, he shrugged his shoulders in his dream, trying to break free.

The master of the eagle's nest pressed the corner of his shoulder.

In the painted copper basin, the chopped fir trees were burned bright red one by one.Pale gold, warm yellow, orange red... The changing fire light shines on the fluffy quilt, the quilt slightly undulates, protruding the hand bones of an adult man.

The boy's nasal voice quickly turned into a short gasp.

Interspersed with small whimpers.

Soon, his still wet eyelashes were covered with crystal drops of water again.He seemed to be sleeping extremely hard in a dream, frowning and biting his lip.

Instinctively curled up.

There was a slight, crisp metallic sound in the room... A chain extending from under the quilt and stacked on the felt blanket was dragged.The golden ring collided with the golden ring, making a tinkling sound, and the light at the corner of the ring jumped and tilted, printing a row of oblique light spots on the wall.

Suddenly, the spot of light moved violently and violently.

The young man's fingers on the man's shoulders tightened violently, collapsed suddenly, and hung down limply.

Wizard Thule withdrew his hand.

The fragrance of snow cloud seeps into the crevices of the feathers.

The wind outside gradually subsided.

Snow fell on the roof, making a rustling sound.In the warm firelight,... the goshawk in the snow field caged its fluffy chick in its warm feathers.In the dream, the little chick pecked it hard, hard.

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When the ice season comes, the area of ​​the Holy Snow Mountain where the Tule tribe is located is so cold that people can freeze to death. It is definitely not a joke to splash water into ice—no, it turns into ice before the water is poured out.During the ice season, except for those on duty, most of the Tule people nestled in their houses.

It's freezing cold, even if there is a fire in the house, it makes people lazy.

Old people are used to covering themselves with sheepskins, warming themselves by the fire while telling stories to their grandchildren.

There is a lack of pens and paper in the snowfield, and animal skins are precious in the cold, so there are very few scrolls. The history of the past is passed down from generation to generation through narrative poems... The legendary hero king Kurunzaar, the holy Thule, the legendary and terrifying The black shaman... all kinds of warriors and their war horses galloped across the snowy sky in the old man's mouth.

It's much easier for young guys and gals.

There is Allan, who rolls a felt blanket with Allan, sweats profusely, and then goes out to scrape some snow and come in to boil hot water for a bath.When I was tired, I covered myself with a blanket and muttered something private.If you don’t have Alan, just be honest, go to the tribe’s martial arts training ground to practice martial arts, and try to show yourself in the martial arts competition on the All Gods Festival...

In short, the bachelor is in the ice season, how miserable it is.

Xu Zele is not a bachelor.

But this year's ice season, he is more miserable than a bachelor.

"... Awingon... home... Asar... Lengmu." Xu Zele lay on the wood, writing tremblingly.

The weather was so cold that even though there was a fire in the house, the inkstone still froze with a layer of ice after a while.After the bald man's pen dipped in the ink for an unknown number of times, Xu Zele broke out: "Fuck it! You're the first to blame him for being sick!"

"Zele!"

Amaqin, who was dipping a feather arrow, called out to him in dissatisfaction.

Xu Zele: ...

He really wants to cry but has no tears.

A few days ago, when the wooden kite crashed, Tule Chief Witch did not kill himself and Amaqin with one knife, Xu Zele was also grateful to Dade.Until... the first witch of Thule only gave him less than ten days to write a collection of interpretations of Thule and Central Plains dialects——what the hell is it?

Xu Zele felt that Tule's chief witch was just trying to find an excuse to kill him in disguise.

For example, if you don't finish it in ten days, you will leave the holy snow mountain cliff or something...

But what can he do?

In the past few days, Amaqin was so guilty that he almost drew his sword and committed suicide because of the serious injury of Arlan, the head witch.For this reason, he became the strictest supervisor... the kind where he stopped writing for a while, even if he took a breath, he would be asked...

Sighing, Xu Zele took the stone inkstone to the fire.

While watching, Amaqin asked him curiously, how did he know Arlan of Lord Shouwu.

"...Did he save your life?" Amaqin asked.

She knows her lover.

It wasn't a great kindness, Xu Zele wouldn't have worked so hard that day: in the eyes of a powerless Central Plains literati - Amaqin, offending the chief witch and taking risks to fight is already a good example of the problem up.

Hearing what Amaqin said, Xu Zele paused.

After a while, he whispered, "Yes."

Amaqin waited for him to continue, but he didn't know what to say.

In fact, it's not that "Sifang Zhi" was not popular at the beginning, but when Wenfang just put the book on the shelves, the steward wanted to make a name for himself, so he wanted to invite famous Confucian scholars from Bailu Bookstore to write a short biography for him.As a result, the famous Confucianism flipped through it hastily, and then denounced it as "unbearably vulgar."

Knowing that the writer was born in a family, he was furious.

He scolded: "After a famous family, Wang Xue came from a family background. How can he be so despicable!"

Since ancient times, it has been taught to kill without a knife.

As soon as the word "titong" came out, Xu Zele's book was directly sentenced to death.Until Young Master Qiu bought a copy, "Si Fang Zhi" spread all over Dongzhou overnight.

When the great Confucian scholars in Bailu Shuzhuang knew about it, they became furious, and immediately wrote an article to criticize it, with very fierce words.He had a lot of students, and suddenly it turned into a storm of criticism. Xu Zele couldn't think about it, and almost hanged himself by untying his belt... It was the young master of the Chou family who heard about it in the teahouse.

The young master doesn't care whether he is a great Confucian or not.

He choked back in the air: "Shenger has millions of rotten words, it's still annoying for me to mess around."

Famous Confucianists were so angry that they had asthma at night.

The commentaries of famous Confucians are commonly used by scholars in their studies. It is too annoying and too poisonous for the young master to say that they are "toilet paper".The center of the scolding battle immediately shifted to Dongzhou's number one dude.The number one dandy of the Chou family doesn't care about these things, let them scold the sky and the sky dark, and still run around and play everywhere.

After a lot of effort, Xu Zele finally explained clearly to Amaqin who didn't understand the horrors of Central Plains ethics.

The samurai in the snow field is hard to understand

—How can words kill people?

"Young Master Qiu is used to choking people, so I guess he just said it casually," Xu Zele scratched his head, "However, to me, it's really..."

"Grace and Reinvention."

Amaqin seemed to understand, and urged: "Then why don't you hurry up and write it? Lord Shouwu's Arlan should also need this!"

Xu Zele: ...

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Young Master Qiu really needs a collection of Chinese characters in Thule and Central Plains!

— when he scolded someone.

Eagle's Nest, the pillow was thrown out heavily and smashed against the wall.

The young master's eyes were red with anger, why is he so hateful! ! !If I want to write, I write, if I want to shout, I shout, and I actually wear it for him...

wear that!