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There were no traces of falling snow on Bo Xi's body. When the snowflakes on the road were blown around her, they would be blown away by the internal force flowing automatically in her body.

This kind of free and easy boldness of "walking among thousands of flowers without a leaf touching me" really made Han Changsheng envious!

He secretly lamented in his heart: I heard that once you reach the Mahayana realm, you will not be afraid of severe cold and heat!

Oh my God!Is this too happy?

This young hero is now in the Guanyuxuan realm. He was dragged up by Ling Helian. He is still two small realms away from the Mahayana realm!

This, this, this. When will this end?

When can I feel proud?

No, no, he can no longer be like Azhao!
He has to stand up!
Han Changsheng looked at Bo Xi's tall back with envy, and clenched his fist in his heart: When this young hero breaks through to the Mahayana realm, he will wear a gauze robe in winter and a large cloak in summer!
The main feature at that time is a person who stands out from the crowd and makes others envious!

He muttered in a low voice: "Ling or this guy, why haven't you come here for so long? Could it be that you really want to stay in Hanyong and be the son-in-law of the Yuwen Department?"

Han Changsheng yelled for a long time, but didn't get any response.

It's okay for Bo Xi to ignore people. The deputy envoy of Hulu Holy Altar rarely speaks a few words on weekdays, and he never takes the initiative to talk to anyone other than Xie Zhao.

However, why didn't Xie Zhao give him a reaction?
Han Changsheng immediately turned around unhappily and looked at his companion who was huddled upright in his cloak in the middle of the pavilion behind him.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, Zhao! Why are you ignoring me?"

Xie Zhao, whose coat was also covered with a thin layer of snow, moved slightly, and some scattered snowflakes fell from her body.

Xie Nuxia didn't even raise her head, but a muffled voice came out from under her cloak and hat:
"Young Master Han, please save your energy. Talking takes a lot of energy."

Han Changsheng clicked his tongue, then raised his finger and criticized her:

"How much energy does it take to talk? It's obvious that you are too weak to chirp like a knight."

As Han Changsheng spoke, he suddenly felt elated and outrageous.

——Thinking back to a few months ago, he never imagined that one day it would be his turn to teach Xie Zhao.

In the past, he was often bullied by Xie Zhao's venomous tongue, and he couldn't talk to her at all, but he didn't expect that he, Han Changsheng, would finally turn around!
You can't blame him for avenging himself. Why is Xie Zhao so worrying now?
Xie Zhao snorted slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

She tightened the collar of her cloak to prevent the cold wind from entering her neck.

Then he spoke in a low voice with a smile: "What I say is working hard, recharging your energy, and waiting for work. You should learn from this, young man."

The cloak Xie Zhao wore was actually very heavy.

But her figure was too thin, and she was extremely tall, so she looked extremely thin. Even though she wore so many clothes, she didn't look bloated at all.

Han Changsheng looked at it and frowned unconsciously.

He said: "Hey, hey, that stone pillar is as cold as ice! You are so afraid of the cold, why are you still sitting there?

If you stand up and stamp your feet like me, you will be much warmer than your stupid look of "Standing still is a bastard"! "

Xie Zhao sneered lightly and declined with a smile.

"Forget it, it's the same cold whether you're standing or sitting, walking or standing.

I might as well just stay here for a while and leave me alone while I squint for a while. "

Since the word "cold" is used on both sides, she can save a little more energy by sitting obediently, right?
Unexpectedly, Han Changsheng refused.

He frowned tightly and moved forward to pull her up.

"Azhao, you heard me right! This stone bench is cold and hard. Be careful of the cold air entering your body! Look at this for your laziness. Do you have no bones? Get up, get up!"

Xie Zhao was helpless.

She was annoyed by Han Changsheng's words, so she had no choice but to stand up according to the strength of his tugging, and said with an angry smile:
"I really 'thank' you, Young Master Han."

Han Changsheng snorted, raised his chin high, and said:

"That's natural. If it weren't for me and Ling You, you, the sick little troublemaker, would have been beaten to death 800 years ago."

it's true
Xie Zhao laughed and shook his head.

If it weren't for Ling He and Han Changsheng, in the first month of the third year of Jingan's reign, when there was rarely heavy snowfall, even if she hadn't been turned into a corpse under the Shenxian Ridge outside Lanling City, she would have been pressed and chased step by step. In the city that never sleeps, the heroic cavalry officers are captured and restored to life. How can they still have the "great freedom" of traveling around the world today?
Xie Zhao's eyes inadvertently fell on the long sword hanging on the back of her horse outside the pavilion, which was wrapped with dense grass ropes to cover the sword body.

However, the next moment, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened again as if she had been stung by something.

Han Changsheng noticed something strange about her.

His eyes followed hers and fell on the baggage on the horse's back and the "golden platform" under the baggage where his true identity was hidden.

After a while, he paused briefly and said cautiously:

"Well, you said that for the sake of my and Ling You's safety, your identity cannot be revealed to us. We can understand this and appreciate your sympathy. But... what about that? Is it convenient to talk about it?"

Xie Zhao turned his head, casually lowered his cap again to cover his eyebrows, and then looked around to talk to him.

"That one? Which one is that? Let me tell you, Han Changsheng, can you stop being so gossipy every day?"

She glanced at him with a smile, and said to him:

"If you are always so careless about your job, be careful that you won't be able to enter the Shentai Palace even if you are seventy or eighty years old."

Han Changsheng looked unhappy and said: "Hey? Why do you still look down on others? Look at you!
Sooner or later, this young hero will squeeze out the child who showed up at the autumn banquet of Princess Pingyang's mansion and become the number one disciple of the 'Priest of the God'! "

The "child who appeared at the autumn banquet of Princess Pingyang's Mansion" he mentioned was naturally referring to the currently unknown future Shao Si Cheng Hui Priest of the Shentai Palace who was about to become a regular official.

Xie Zhao smiled and nodded. He was not as stubborn as him. He just smiled and said:
"The relationship is good, I have to ask Young Master Han to take care of me in the future."

Han Changsheng chuckled.

"Don't worry! Good brothers are loyal. If I become rich, how can I forget you and Ling Ling?"

He rubbed his hands in the cold and urged:
"Okay, okay, it's boring for us to wait like this. If we are idle, we are idle. Just talk about it."

Good guy, he has brought the topic back again.

Xie Zhao had no choice but to look at Han Changsheng's attitude of talking at length with her all day long and insisting on talking about something, which gave him a headache.

She sighed and said, "What exactly do you want me to say?"

Han Changsheng smiled sincerely and obediently. He opened his cloak like a big moth and stood upwind to block the wind for her.

"Let's talk about it. How did you and Lu Shangque, the 'Golden Terrace', meet?"

He met Xie Zhao's hesitant gaze and quickly added: "——I promise, I will never explore your identity!

Ah Zhao is so smart, think about it for yourself, you can already hold this unparalleled famous sword. As long as we are not fools, we know that you and Lu Shangque must know each other!
——In that case, how did you know each other? Isn’t it a secret? "

At this moment, a very light step walked towards the pavilion through the blown snow.

Ling You stood outside the pavilion, frowning slightly and said:
"what are you guys saying?"