For a Prosperous World

"There is no way." Huo went sick and poured wine into his glass and said helplessly.

"The weather in Shuofang in winter is uncertain. If it snows during the war, you can't fast forward and rewind. How can my 800-dollar ride a battle? I have to withdraw before it snows."

He drank half of the wine in his glass with one sip, pouted his mouth, and there was still something unwilling to look at: "If it is not the case, he must catch up for a few more times."

Gu Nan held the wine glass in his hand, the wine in the glass was shaking slightly, and Huo smiled with a smile: "How is this battle?"

Wu Huo's illness evoked the corners of his mouth. After all, he was a young man who was always more bloody. For him, this battle was a happy one.

But he is still a general, knowing that there is something wrong to say.

"Predecessor Gu, this is a military plane. I do n’t think I will go to the hospital much, and I hope Mr. forgive me."

"Nothing." Gu Nan understood this, saying that after understanding, he no longer asked.

The two just sat and drank, the wine warmed by the fire.

"I think the seniors seemed to know the facts about the soldier formation." Huo Qubing suddenly thought of something, and said to Nan Nan jokingly.

"No, if my predecessor joins our army, I will tell you how to listen to my predecessor."

"Farewell." Gu Nan drank the drink in his glass, picked up the jug on the ground, and fell down, watching the contents of the glass.

I like to say to myself.

"I'm tired of doing things."

Gu Nan asked Huo to get sick for a moment, and asked, "Senior men marched in the army?"

He is no wonder he is surprised, after all, Gu Nan is a woman, and women are really rare.

"Have played for some years." Gu Nan said, drank the drink in his hands.

Gu Huo's illness was supposed to be Gu Nan's joke again, but he looked at Gu Nan's appearance, but felt that Gu Nan's statement seemed to be true.

I don't know how to answer the conversation, just accompany the drink in the glass.

The drunkenness gradually grew.

The amount of alcohol that Huo Huo was dying to seemed not so good, but after drinking five glasses, his face was already reddish.

After this battle, he will return to Changan.

In fact, Huo Qu did not want to return to Changan. In Changan, he was respected, but he was just an illegitimate child, and he was instructed.

For him, instead of being in Chang'an, it would be better to lead the army and fight the Quartet. Perhaps it is his destination in the desert.

He or he was a hero when he broke through the Huns and returned with armor, just like his uncle.

...

In my eyes, he was confused. He looked at the person around him, who was sitting in the snow and playing with the cup in his hands.

人 The man looked sloppy in the drunken eyes, and the light reflected the figure, falling in his eyes.

At this glance, he remembered for a long time in the future.

A piece of snow fell into the glass and melted in the wine. Gu Nan drank the wine in the glass and looked at Huo to get sick.

小 The boy is already sitting there and has some drunkenness, simply, he is half drunk and quiet, there is nothing bad in drunken state, just looking at his side, not knowing what to look at in a daze.

"Gu senior." Huo Quyi said as if he suddenly found something.

"Ok?"

"Senior's voice is not the same as last time." Huo Quyi put down the glass, he did not plan to drink again, if he drank again, he was worried that if he was really drunk, he would not go back.

"Oh." Gu Nan nodded his head a bit: "I had some symptoms in the throat. Girl Ching gave me some medicine, and I drank from time to time, and the symptoms are gradually getting better. It will probably be all over soon. All right."

"This way." Huo Qubing looked down at the fire and smiled suddenly: "The girl's original voice should be very nice."

一次 This time he didn't call his senior, Gu Nan was drinking, or his voice was too soft and he didn't hear clearly.

The night in the snow was deep, and in the snow, a fire was beating far away. The two of them were in a daze and one was drinking.

"If you return to Guanzhong, can you bring me something?" Gu Nan turned his head and looked at Huo to get sick.

Xiu Huo went back to God after getting sick, his eyes moved away from the fire, and he smiled.

"The predecessors said that the last time they saved their lives and went to the hospital, they haven't thanked them yet."

Gu Nan put down the glass: "It's nothing, if you can bring me some paper."

"Paper?" Huo Qu was a little puzzled: "What do seniors want to do here?"

This is something of a secretary. Although it is said to be more convenient than bamboo slips, it is not easy to see how much it can be used. It can be cut with a little force.

Gu Nan smiled: "I want to write something."

"a book."

噢 "Oh?" Huo Quji's eyes showed some curiosity: "I don't know what name?"

Gu Nan thought for a moment, as if thinking of a book title can be used, said with a smile.

"Qi Men's Armor."

She didn't know it. The title of the book she said on the whimper really became a group of strange books in the future.

After drinking the wine, it was night, Huo went sick and took the horse away. The figure in the snowy night did not go far enough to see clearly.

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安 Chang'an a few months later.

In the streets and alleys of Chang'an, the eaves are scattered, and the flow of people is a rather prosperous sight from a distance.

The people were so busy, they couldn't understand what they were talking about, and it was a bit noisy and annoying.

In a small building, the furnishings in the house are simple and elegant ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The windows are hidden, making the sound on the street outside much lower.

The incense was burned in the squatter room, and the green smoke was lightly caged in the room. The fragrance was not heavy, and it was a very light aroma.

I sat in this room unconsciously reassuring.

画 An artist is holding a pen, standing on the premise of a desk case, leaning on his sleeves and leaning over to paint. The ink marks on the painting are still fresh and should be just started.

There was a young man sitting in front of the painter. He looked younger than the weak crown and was wearing a robe.

Wu Zheng frowned, watching the artist paint.

The appearance of the painter looks a little nervous. Although the person in front of him is a young man, the young man always has an inexplicable courage.

He is also a famous painter in Chang'an. He has painted for many people, and naturally has seen many people.

少年 The young man gave him the same feeling as a general he had met before.

"Sir, this woman's eyebrows are not like this willow leaf eyebrow."

The young boy whispered in front of the artist.

"Hey, I change." The artist nodded.

He changed the eyebrows of the woman who painted the picture twice and got up and said, "How does Jun look like this?"

This made people see the painting on the silk cloth. It was a woman by the fire, with snow everywhere. The woman was wearing a men's clothing, holding a glass of wine in her hand, and it looked like she was about to Drink it.

The young boy frowned and looked at the painting, as if still not satisfied, said.

"It's not like this, it should be, it should be in the British spirit."

The painter smiled bitterly: "Jun, no matter how heroic he is,"