Clouds hung low in the sky above the capital, a large expanse of gorgeous burning clouds.
The woman's purple robes dragged across the snowy ground. In the end, she still piled up a crooked snowman. Hsu Fengnian lay on the rattan chair and asked with a smile, "How many purple robes did you bring? Back in the day, when I listened to the old men in Tide-listening Pavilion talk about the legends of Jianghu, I was always curious about how those white-robed swordsmen dressed themselves. Last time I went to Beimang, at Tuma Pass, I saw one. Now I'm puzzled. In the future, when you walk the martial arts world, are you determined to only wear purple robes? But speaking of which, although there are many colors in the world, there are only so many pure colors. The green robes have Cao Changqing, and the white robes have Chen Zhibao. When it comes to a junior like you, there aren't many colors to choose from. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng seemed to be very satisfied with the little snowman. Smiling, he stood up and clapped his hands, restraining his smile. "Don't you think about why that sword-eating old man surnamed Sui came to the Demawei Post House? Is he up to no good? Taking ten thousand steps back, Huang Longshi's kung fu is even above Cao Changqing's. Other than Wen Hua's broken sword, which wounds are more severe than sword strikes, does Huang Longshi really not have any other tricks up his sleeve? If you were to be killed in the capital, whether it's the Chunqiu remnant rebels who hate the King of Beiliang or the hidden forces in Beimang, I'm sure they would all clap their hands and cheer. How could it be just a big white robe? Furthermore, I don't see you paying any attention to the Lidong Imperial Assembly or the coronation of a prince. These days, you've only been holed up in this post house. Don't you feel suffocated? "
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the pitiful snowman and sat up with a smile. "Then let's go out for a walk? Xu Xiao mentioned some wonderful snacks. I also want to try them, but I don't think they're good enough for me. Even a seat would be dirty. "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to retort, but he swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue and laughed softly. "You and I aren't the same kind of people."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "That's right. You should follow the restaurants and inns on the streets outside Ma Wei. The scholars of the capital are the same kind of people."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him, but he remembered something. Two days ago, this guy had suddenly become interested and wanted to go out to buy a rare type of yellow wine. It was still snowing heavily, and the courtyards and pavilions on both sides of the street had long been occupied by people from all walks of life in the capital. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Hsu Fengnian went out together. Other than Liu Wenbao, who continued to tremble under the Dragon Claw Locust Tree, there was a pair of old and young beggars further away from Ma Wei. When Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw Hsu Fengnian walking towards them, he originally thought that Hsu Fengnian was putting on an act of tipping them. He didn't expect that Hsu Fengnian would only kick the old beggar, as if disdaining the old beggar for blocking his way. Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't think too much about it at the time, but after the two of them walked for a while, they saw many people running out of the buildings. Not only did they leave large amounts of silver behind, they also sent fox fur coats and food. The previously empty bowl was immediately filled with shining silver, and there were even a few banknotes. Later on, when the two of them returned from buying wine, they heard from Ma Wei Inn's Tong Ziliang that the grandfather and grandson, who had been begging on this street for many years, had already been taken to a luxurious mansion with vermillion gates and high walls by a wealthy gentleman. He rewarded the old beggar with a carefree job, and that wealthy gentleman won the praise of nearly half of the capital on that day. Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He then looked at Hsu Fengnian, who had only lightly kicked him back then, and somewhat understood. Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked on the road that had been swept clean of snow. Beggars from other places were squatting on both sides of the street. Most of them were young men who had nothing better to do. They could only stare at the heir of Beiliang, hating themselves for not daring to block his path and being kicked or slapped in the face.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng remembered when he watched his father brew wine when he was young. His father had once said, "The lantern of the Hou family is bright and the moon of the poor family is bright. I have always been considered to be extremely insightful. The lantern of the Hou family is bright, but the moon of the poor family is bright for a thousand years. Only then can I see the true state of the world. "
Hsu Fengnian heard Xuanyuan Qingfeng mumbling to himself. He asked, "What are you mumbling about?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said indifferently, "I pity you."
Hsu Fengnian laughed softly. "Do I need you to pity me?"
At the corner of the street that led to Xiama Wei, in the opposite direction of Hsu Fengnian and Xuanyuan Qingfeng's group, there was a carriage parked there. The curtain was lifted, revealing a woman's appearance that could be described as peerless. The weight of these four words was clearly more important than the so-called beauty that could cause the downfall of a country.
In terms of rouge, she did not lose to Nangong.
Other than this beauty, there was also a mother and daughter who were far less beautiful than her. The daughter had freckles on the tip of her nose and did not hide her hostility towards her. The mother had a calm demeanor and was a model of motherhood.
The average-looking woman said softly, "So you really have a head of white hair."
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There was a heavy snowfall in the capital region, which signaled a bountiful year. The faces of the people who entered and exited the city were filled with joy. Even the guards at the city gate, who had always been cautious and prudent as the first principle of official cultivation, had a joyous expression on their faces. Great Peace City accepted hundreds of rivers, and the guards at the city gate had seen many strange people. However, today, a man and a woman still made the guards take a few more glances at them. The girl's appearance was not that beautiful. The beauties in the capital were confusing, and she was at most an average person, which made it hard for people to remember her. However, the young monk beside the girl was not ordinary. His kasaya was dyed red and green, which was not commonly seen in the capital. One had to have great merit to be able to wear it. The little monk's lips were red and his teeth were white, which attracted a lot of attention along the way. Now that the imperial court was destroying Buddhism, monks were no different from street rats. However, the little monk's demeanor was calm.
He approached the city gate and handed over two different residence certificates to the guards. The girl behind him tiptoed around and pinched a soft snowball that was not very sturdy. She jumped up and smashed it on his head. Many of the snowballs splashed into the collar of the kasaya. It was so cold that the little monk shivered and turned his head with a bitter expression. The girl made a face. After the guards took the residence certificate, they looked at the little monk and did not dare to act rashly. They quickly reported it to the guards at the city gate. After verifying that there were no mistakes, they sent the gift into the city. Oh my, this little monk was a proper preaching monk at the Two Zen Temples. He was also so young. Who knew if he would become Buddha in the future? Burning incense and praying to Bodhisattva was a matter of sincerity. The guards were all respectful and carefully escorted him. They all wanted to get more Buddha's aura so that they could bring it back to protect their families. Destroying Buddhism was the business of the imperial court officials. They were small fish and shrimp, and could not afford to offend the Bodhisattva.
The little monk saw that the girl was going to pinch snowballs on the side of the road again and asked with a bitter expression, "You little thing, you've been smashing me since it started snowing. The snow has already stopped. Haven't you smashed enough?"
"If it's enough, of course I won't smash you. Do you need to ask? Tell me, aren't you stupid? Stupid North and South? "
The little monk hugged his head and let her smash it.
"Don't block it!"
After saying that, she went to pinch snowballs again. This time, she pinched two snowballs in one breath.
Stupid North and South gathered his courage and said, "I only have this one kasaya. If you dirty it and wash it, I won't be able to wear it for a few days. If you delay my preaching in the palace, I'll be really angry."
"I'll make you angry."
"I'll make you angry!"
With two smacking sounds, Stupid North and South's bald head, who did not dare to block it with his hands, was hit by two more snowballs.
Stupid North and South rubbed his bald head. When he saw her puffed up cheeks, he thought carefully and said, "I'm not angry."
The girl looked at him seriously. It seemed that he was really not angry. This made her a little depressed. She ran to pinch snowballs again. She jumped up with a smile and smacked it again.
Stupid North and South saw that she smiled for the first time since the old abbot passed away. She should really not be angry.
Li Dong wiped his hands with his sleeves. These days, he had been playing crazily all the way here. He had been dealing with snow, so his hands were frozen red and swollen. He looked at the seemingly endless imperial road and sighed, "How do you think we can find Hsu Fengnian? I heard from father that there are millions of people in the capital. "
Stupid North and South smiled brightly and said, "When we enter the palace, I'll help you ask."
"Can you do it?"
"Yes!"
"If you can't find him, do you believe that I'll let you start rolling a snowball from the gate behind us all the way to the gate on the other side?"
"I can agree, but I don't know martial arts. I can't roll such a big snowball."
"You're so stupid. Can you be the abbot of our temple?"
"Sigh, I'm also worried."
"Eh? Look, it's the rouge shop! "
"I'm worried."
"Stupid North and South! Turn your head and say, what are you worried about? "
"… …"
"I'll make you worry! Stand still and don't move. I'll smack you to death! "
"Li Dong, Li Dong, look, the rouge shop is closing."
"Ah, hurry!"
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