In the small courtyard west of the Snow Pavilion.
Steward Wang brought Gao Jianli into a room and said,""You can stay here for now. Someone will inform you in advance when there's a performance.”
"Yes." Gao Jianli responded and began to size up the room.
After that, Steward Wang informed Gao Jianli of some things to take note of and the rules of Fei Xue Pavilion. After Gao Jianli fully understood, Steward Wang left.
Gao Jianli was left alone in his room, deep in thought.
East courtyard.
Steward Wang stood at the door of a loft and knocked on the door.""Miss Snow Maiden."
"Steward Wang, what's the matter?" The snow maiden's clear voice rang out from within the room.
"It's Ye Chen…" said Steward Wang.
Before he could finish speaking, the door opened, and the snow maiden said with delight,""He's back?"
"Uh, no." Manager Wang said awkwardly.
Hearing Steward Wang's words, the snow maiden's joyful expression immediately dimmed.""Then what did Steward Wang want to say just now?”
"Ye Chen asked someone to bring you a letter.”As he spoke, Steward Wang took out a brocade bag from his bosom.
The snow maiden quickly accepted the bag, but when she saw Steward Wang looking at her in surprise, her face reddened."Steward Wang, is there anything else?”
"That's all. Miss Snow Maiden, I'll be leaving first.”Manager Wang said.
"Yes."
After Steward Wang left, the snow maidens immediately returned to their rooms and closed the doors. They sat down in front of the bronze mirror and examined the brocade pouch in their hands.
After a long while, the snow maiden slowly opened the silk pouch and took out a folded silk scroll. She opened it and saw a dense array of characters. The snow maiden read the contents of the letter very carefully, as if she was afraid that she would miss something if she missed a single word.
After reading it many times, the snow maiden clutched the letter to her chest and murmured,""Fool, Xue 'er misses you too. You have to come back quickly.”
Qin Country.
The sky was gray and very cold. Xiao Cao lowered her head. The branches were bent. When she raised her head, she found that the clouds were dense and the rain had started to fall quietly.
The cool gray clouds unexpectedly covered the seven-colored rainbow in the nine heavens, and it trembled as it rained.
The dark clouds pressed down on the sky, covering the scarlet red in his eyes. It was so heavy that it seemed like it was about to fall, and it was so oppressive that the entire world seemed to be silent. The indifferent wind was blowing fiercely, and the delicate flowers and grass had long been trembling on the ground. It was Wind Sweeping Building!
On the execution ground, there were a few flags hanging on the high pole, floating in the wind. On them was the word "Qin".
Waves of desolate, lonely, hesitant, and cold music came from the execution ground. On the stage in the execution ground, a man with disheveled black hair, long hair that covered his eyes, a small beard, and a red tattoo on his face was sitting cross-legged on the stage. He wore a plain white zither player's uniform, and his slender hands were chained. A long zither was placed on his lap, and he kept playing with his eyes closed.
The soldiers standing on both sides of the city wall trembled as they listened to the music.
"This zither sound is too…"
"Yeah, it's so cold."
"Yeah, I wonder what song this is. It actually sounds so cold.”
"This isn't a problem with the tune, it's the person playing the zither. He's the number one zither player in the world.”
"Alright, stop talking. If the general hears this, he'll scold me again.”
Instantly, the entire execution ground fell silent again. Only the chilling sound of the zither continued to circulate in the execution ground.
A man in general armor stood on the city gate tower, one hand holding the sword at his waist, the other leaning against the wall. He looked at everything coldly, at the only way to the execution ground.
"Cha…"
An armored soldier hurried over from the side and bowed with cupped fists."My lord."
The general did not move. He still held his sword with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He did not pay attention to the soldier who called out to him. His eyes were still fixed on the only road.
The soldier continued,"Kuang Xiu's zither music is bone-chilling. Coupled with this 'Sad Wind' technique, it's even more…sigh, many soldiers can't take it anymore." Sir, do you think…?"
The general turned to look at him, then closed his eyes and turned his head back. He was still looking at the only road and said,"Our important guest hasn't arrived yet. How can we stop playing the piano? Haha…"
"Yes." The soldier cupped his fists and retreated to the side.
Instantly, the execution ground was silent. The cold wind blew, and the surroundings were quiet. Only the sound of the broken zither could be heard from the execution ground to the high platform. It was slow, elegant, but with a trace of desolation.
"Look, someone is coming." a soldier said.
Immediately, everyone looked at the only path. The soldier from before said,"It's him."
The northwest wind roared fiercely like a lion, mixed with leaves and dust, desperately stirring up the road. The white cloth hanging from the high poles on both sides of the road danced wildly in the wind.
A heavy footstep sounded in the wind. The general stared at the direction and said,"Ye Chen, you've finally come.”
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