win the hairpin

Song Huiyue wiped her face, she didn't feel sleepy, and sat down to warm herself by the fire for a while.

Everything was silent, big snowdrops fell on the ground, making a dull sound. When there was no wind, the ears were filled with this sound, and even the breathing was icy cold.

The coldness in Dingzhou is no small matter. Once the snow falls, it will be endless, and the snow will be covered in layers, making people nowhere to stay.

It is also this kind of heavy snow that allows border soldiers to recuperate.

Song Huiyue was roasting on the fire, and it was a little hot, so she opened the window a little and looked out at the heavy snow.

The snow is heavy, so the snow also has weight, and it is rare that there is no wind, and it falls straight. Outside the house is a row of frozen persimmons and frozen pears along the wall, and a big snowman is built in the snow. There is a child in the barracks, whose true love is candied haws. He has sworn to God that when he grows up, he will marry candied haws as his wife. One person and one candied haws will live a sweet life.

The snowman stared at two frozen persimmon eyes. Behind him were rows of barracks spreading out, and there were also two or three oil lamps lit. The people in the room were still awake, maybe enjoying the snow or having a drink.

Song Huiyue's mood was as quiet as Xue Ye's, and Yin Xiao was beside her, as quiet as if she didn't exist.

When the warmth in the room was completely swallowed up by the cold, Song Huiyue's nose itched, she sneezed, and quickly closed the window.

Yin Xiao lifted the tongs and pushed aside the charcoal fire, allowing Song Huiyue to warm up quickly.

Song Huiyue stretched out her hand to warm the fire, and suddenly said, "Am I old-fashioned?"

Yin Xiao took a serious look at her: "No, she is very beautiful."

Song Huiyue smiled in the firelight: "You are also very handsome."

Yin Xiao lowered his head slightly, not knowing how to answer.

Song Huiyue stretched her legs, she fell backwards, her hands were crossed on her stomach, her head was raised up, her gaze didn't fall on any place, she just looked at it in vain.

She felt that she was indeed old-fashioned, her face was still young, but her actions were "old-fashioned".

She thought to herself, let's be old-fashioned, and there is nothing wrong with being old-fashioned, maybe one day, she will rejuvenate.

After she finished thinking, she patted the table: "Go to sleep."

Yin Xiao nodded, piled the charcoal fire in the charcoal basin with ashes, moved it to Song Huiyue's room, and replaced the cold charcoal basin in Song Huiyue's room.

The oil lamp in Song Huiyue's room was only on once, and then went out quickly. He stood there for a while, feeling very satisfied.

He likes Dingzhou, because there is no King Jin in Dingzhou, only him.

The snowy night is cold, even if he stands still for a long time, he will feel the shady and cool pain in his knees, but he still does not move. He is greedy for Song Huiyue, and feels that the sky, snow light, and roof tiles outside the door are all extended by Song Huiyue In the part of coming out, he looked at these dead things, and his whole heart would become heavy.

The snow fell solidly all night, and the next morning, Yin Xiao and Li Jun went to the barracks, Song Huiyue stayed in the barracks to rest, no one mentioned Zhao Ziyi, even Zhao Ziyi tried his best to forget everything that happened last night.

As Yin Xiao's personal follower, Li Jun always sneaked away and returned to the barracks early. Because he didn't eat well at noon, he quickly dug out two pig's feet as soon as he returned to the barracks, brushed them with oil sauce, and put them in a casserole Gulp.

He also planned to dig out two pieces of pork belly, throw them in and put them together, leaning on the hoe and thinking for a while in the corridor, but he still couldn't get up where he buried the pork belly.

When he remembered and dug it out, Song Huiyue had already returned from the bathhouse.

Holding the wooden basin and clothes, she stood under the eaves and sneered, "Duke Lu is really a great talent, a few pieces of pork are arranged in the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams array."

Li Jun decided to ignore her sneer: "It's just ordinary dexterity. If my father waits for me to go back and rebel again, and it will surely succeed, then I will be the prince. The prospective prince will not supervise the country. If I cook meat for you here, you will steal it." Have fun."

He took the pork belly, chopped it boldly, threw it into the casserole, turned his head to look at Song Huiyue, and grinned: "Hey."

Song Huiyue was speechless, turned around and left.

When Yin Xiao came back, it was already dark.

Yin Xiao shook off the snow from his body, and saw Song Huiyue sitting under the eaves, taking off the lid of the casserole and inserting a chopstick into the meat, he said as he walked, "It smells so good."

Song Huiyue raised her head and grinned at him: "Hey."

Yin Xiao couldn't figure it out, so he changed into a short brown silently and came out to help.

The three of them ate a pot of meat. After eating, Song Huiyue looked at Li Jun and then at Yin Xiao: "Go to the city."

Li Jun was dizzy, and said with a blank face: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to Xijiao Street to buy clothes."

Li Jun nodded: "I should buy it, it depends on what you are wearing... Mai Tai."

Yin Xiao stood up with a bulging belly, followed Song Huiyue, and walked out together.

After dark, Xijiao Street in Dingzhou City became the busiest place in Dingzhou.

Here is a sea of ​​fireworks, with row upon row of restaurants and teahouses. There are dozens of gambling rooms in the name of restaurants, connected with flower teahouses and brothels.

All restaurants with "Zhao" wine flags hanging outside are Zhao Ziyi's gambling rooms, but with different names.

The busiest one is "Qingyi Restaurant". At the entrance of the restaurant, there was a public announcement to bet on the people and the garrison. Later, because the garrison had too many people betting, it affected military discipline. Zhao Ziyi heard the news that Wan Qixiong was about to issue a military order, and kept a low profile in advance. After a while, I tore up the betting paperwork, and dotted up and down again, avoiding the limelight.

Right now, Xijiao Street is brightly lit, and people are coming and going. Mr. Pian Pian stands outside the restaurant and looks around. Rich customers come and go, but it is difficult to start with familiar faces.

Soon a man with moles on his face saw three strange faces.

The faces of the freshmen were filled with the word "expensive" from head to toe, the furs were brand new, the boots were not stained with mud, the young master in the middle looked young, one of the two companions was casual, and he didn't care about the scars on his face, and the other was scruffy. Keep a straight face and be serious.

Mozi greeted them with a warm face, and led them into Qingyi Restaurant with a few words.

There was a lot of people in the restaurant, and Xianggong introduced it all the way. The first floor is played by rough people, such as Dajie, pig's nest, clan ghost, Hu Hua, and counting warehouses. Chess, Boxi, Guanpu.

As he said, he led Song Huiyue and the others into the dice hall, gave the dice officer and Tuoer a wink, and asked them to come out to slaughter the sheep.

Before the three of them, Zheng Gang, the fat sheep, even lost all his clothes, and no one would pay any attention to borrowing a suit of clothes to go out. The thugs in the field urged him to borrow a sum of money to recoup the money, and he could get a lot of money by betting his wife and daughter at home. Zheng Bang stood by the brazier without making a sound.

He has come to his senses, he was cheated by Mr. Baipian and the dice judges in the arena.

His little money was all obtained from selling dates, and today he also came to give dates, but in the end he sent himself too.

Candles were burning in every corner, and the flickering lights were dazzling, the sound of dice shaking was deafening, and the voices were full of people.

Zheng Bang looked sad, glanced at Song Huiyue and the other three who kept throwing a large ingot of silver on the table, and wanted to go up to remind them, but was stopped by the thugs.