As the end of the year approaches, the weather becomes colder and colder. A few snowfalls have fallen in the capital one after another, and the village is already covered with snow.
The goose-feather-like snowflakes still fell from the sky and were blown away by the north wind. With the wind and snow, the pedestrians outside were struggling with difficulty, and in just a moment they had already hung up snowballs with their heads, faces and bodies.
Liu Mingxi lowered her head, and she tightened her winter clothes, stepped on the thick snow, and quickly followed the old man behind. They had already changed into thick jackets and the ground dragons were burned in the house. She didn’t think it was so difficult to bear this winter.
Zhao Zhenglin seems to be very busy recently. He rarely comes here again, but only stays for one night and leaves the next morning. Perhaps because they retained their respective space, the two did not quarrel endlessly when they met like before.
The man finally went to the village, but he only remembered to hurriedly lock the door and study the secret technique with her.
Liu Mingxi did not refuse his closeness anymore. He didn’t really accept him, but whether she refused or not, the result would not be different. If she had to tell the difference between the two, her refusal would make him even more crazy.
In short, it would be better to let him do it, at least he can still be more at ease.
In fact, Zhao Zhenglin has only been to the village for a few times in the past few months, and the intervals are longer than the other. Most of the days, she enjoys this main house alone, which is very comfortable.
After thinking about it carefully, he has not been to the village for more than a month. Her life has been very peaceful and comfortable during this period.
Liu Mingxi gradually adapted to this kind of life. She usually helped the doctor and did chores. When she had free time, she no longer hid in the house alone. She often followed the doctor and joined in the dining hall as she did today.
There is no entertainment or entertainment in this remote little village. Most of them are closed and trained here like her and have no chance to go out. Gradually, everyone learned to entertain themselves.
The dining room is not small, but it is full of people. The room is brightly lit and the room is warm and comfortable, so comfortable that it makes people feel a little drowsy.
Apart from the heavy and thick jacket outside, Liu Mingxi sat lightly beside the old man and had dinner with the soldiers.
As usual, after drinking and eating, the soldiers there took advantage of the fun of drinking to talk about their great achievements in southern Xinjiang. Whenever this happens, Ding Yue, the eldest nephew of the head of the village, will jump out, and today is no exception.
“Your Highness has really made a name at the junction of Nanbang in recent years. Who doesn’t know that the Jade-faced General of the Great Zhou Dynasty is invincible and defeats all the battles. It’s not that the gods are better than the gods!” Ding Da talked endlessly about his prince again.
Especially when a new recruit who had never seen the world looked up at him with bright eyes, Ding Da became more and more excited.
“Brother Ding, why have you learned these flattering rhetoric?” a thin black boy suddenly asked. Liu Mingxi remembers that his name is Xiaozhi, and he is also a personal talent. Among the newly recruited recruits, he can also be regarded as a small leader.
“What are you talking nonsense?” Ding Da frowned unhappily after being interrupted.
“That’s right, Xiaozhi, what are you talking nonsense?”
I don’t know who made such a buzzing sentence in the corner, and the entire dining room suddenly burst into laughter.
“Li Luda, don’t think I don’t know it’s you!” Ding Da smiled and scolded dismissively.
Li Luda touched the back of his head and did not refute. There was another burst of laughter in the dining room.
“What’s wrong? Your Brother Ding, I, the Mingren, never tell lies. You don’t know that those men from Lampang are all short and clowny and vulgar. Just stop the King Cheng and stop him and don’t move a finger, then he is already a god-like figure! Those women from Lampang cried and shouted that they wanted to marry your Highness…”