In the fifth year of Tianqi, Kuihai, the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiaonian.
It is appropriate to offer sacrifices, pray for blessings, and fast.
It's time.
Kyoto ushered in the biggest snow since Xuanyuan Jing ascended the throne.
The sky is full of heavy snow, falling from the sky. The sky is gray, and the snow keeps falling. This snow seems to have no end.
People in Kyoto are all speculating that the snow is particularly heavy today on the New Year's Day. Will the snow be even heavier tomorrow on the 25th of the twelfth lunar month than today?
After all, in this deep winter this year, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, each one getting better than the last, as if God is showing mercy and wants auspicious snow and a good year.
Zhao Wujiang sat on a small bench at the gate of Nancheng, Kyoto.
The bench was used by the city gate guards to rest their feet on weekdays. Over time, the bench's legs became somewhat uneven.
Today, the guards were guarding the city gate as usual, but they welcomed Zhao Wujiang.
Although these guards had not had much contact with Zhao Wujiang, they guarded Kyoto and heard countless rumors about Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang was so handsome and handsome that many young ladies in Kyoto's boudoirs admired him with all their hearts.
For example, Zhao Wujiang was extremely talented and unparalleled in his poetry. Several of his poems shocked everyone in the capital, and even spread to the vast rivers and lakes, causing people in the rivers and lakes to sigh.
As for the big and small official affairs, the guards like to chat when they have nothing to do.
Although they have no official status, it does not prevent them from caring about the country and the people.
Today there are grass bandits in the rivers and lakes, intruding on the common people, and tomorrow some small border country is ready to harbor evil intentions.
The guards could explain these events clearly and clearly, as if they had actually seen and heard them.
They were very excited to see Zhao Wujiang today. You must know that Zhao Wujiang was a favorite of the emperor. When they came here today, they felt quite prosperous.
When they heard that Zhao Wujiang was going to stay at the South City Gate for a while, they took out the small bench where they usually rested.
So Zhao Wujiang sat here.
The guards were very surprised. They didn't understand what this big shot in Kyoto was doing here, and they didn't dare to ask any more questions.
But in the cold wind and heavy snow, they watched Zhao Wujiang sitting motionless at the gate of the city, facing the south, as if waiting for something.
White snow was falling on Zhao Wujiang's body. For an hour, his body was already covered with snow, like a snowman.
If he wasn't still breathing, the guards would have thought that this gentleman had gone to the west.
They thought it was strange.
The snow is so heavy today, not many people go in and out of the city gate, let alone the South City Gate and West City Gate, which have less people.
But with the minister Zhao Wujiang here, they did not dare to act too lazy and could only stand upright, like several door gods guarding the city gate in the snow.
"Sir, the wine is here."
Jia Jiujiu came from the city gate, holding several bottles of wine in his hand, all of which were the peach blossom wine that Zhao Wujiang wanted.
Zhao Wujiang, who was sitting in the snow, finally made some movement. He said gently:
“I’ll have one pot, and you’ll keep one pot.
Give the rest to these guards and let them rest for an hour. "
"Yes." Jia Jiu responded respectfully, and then looked at the guards:
"Did you hear what the Lord said?
Leave quickly. "
Guards, you look at me, I look at you, I don’t know what to say, and after receiving the wine, you slowly move your steps and walk into the city, but your eyes are always looking at the outside of the city.
Zhao Wujiang is a big shot, but not counting their immediate superiors. They don't know whether they should obey this order or not, but they don't dare to offend Zhao Wujiang. What's more, Zhao Wujiang even buys them wine, and they are still in this deep place. Peach blossom wine is as precious as gold in winter.
"boom!"
As soon as they retreated into the city, the city gate was closed, as if they were caught in the wind and snow.
Zhao Wujiang held the wine gourd in his hand, and the wine in the wine gourd was hot.
He stared at the south. Less than half a mile south, he felt a strong murderous intention. This murderous intention was undisguised and headed straight for Kyoto.
"You should go too, Nineteen." He ordered gently.
If the city gate is windy and snowy, he can guard the gate alone.
