Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"The weather in Shuofang in winter is uncertain. If it snows during the battle, I can't fast forward and fast back. How can I fight with my eight hundred brave cavalry? I have to retreat before the snow falls."

He drank less than half of the wine in his glass in one gulp, pursed his lips, and seemed a little unwilling: "If it wasn't like this, I would definitely have to catch up for a few more times."

Gu Nan held the wine glass in his hand, the wine in the glass swayed slightly, smiled and gave Huo Qubing a look: "How is this battle?"

The corners of Huo Qubing's mouth curled up. After all, he was a young man with more blood. For him, this battle was a joyous one.

But he is still a general, and he knows that some things should not be said too much.

"Senior Gu, this is a military plane, so I don't need to talk about getting sick, I hope you will forgive me."

"It's nothing." Gu Nan understood this, and after expressing his understanding, he didn't ask any more questions.

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

"Senior seems to me to know the military formation very well." Huo Qubing suddenly thought of something, and said to Gu Nan half-jokingly.

"No, senior joins our army, I will tell you how to listen to senior."

"Farewell." Gu Nan drank the wine in his glass, picked up the jug on the ground and poured it by himself, looking at the contents of the glass.

As if talking to himself.

"I'm already tired of marching."

Huo Qubing was taken aback by Gu Nan's words, and asked, "Senior, have you been in the army?"

No wonder he was surprised, after all, Gu Nan is a woman, and it is indeed rare for women to march in formation.

"It's been a few years." As he said, Gu Nan raised his head and drank the wine in his hand.

Huo Qubing thought that Gu Nan was joking with him again, but looking at Gu Nan's appearance, he felt that what Gu Nan said seemed to be true.

I don't know how to answer the words, but just drink up the wine in the glass together.

Getting drunk.

Huo Qubing didn't seem to drink very well, but after drinking five cups, his face was already slightly red.

After this battle, he will return to Chang'an.

In fact, Huo Qubing didn't want to go back to Chang'an. In Chang'an, he had a high status, but he was just an illegitimate child who was instructed by others.

For him, instead of being in Chang'an, he would rather lead the army outside and fight in all directions. Perhaps this desert should be his destination.

Or when he defeated the Huns and returned in armor, he was considered a hero, just like his uncle.

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With misty eyes, he looked at the person beside him, who was sitting in the snow and playing with the cup in his hand.

In the slightly drunk eyes, the man looked ethereal, and the firelight reflected the figure, falling in the eyes.

This glance, in the future, he will remember it for a long time.

A piece of snow fell into the cup and melted in the wine. Gu Nan drank the wine in the cup and looked at Huo Qubing.

This kid was already sitting there already a little drunk, but he was quiet when he was half drunk, there was nothing wrong with being drunk, he just looked at his side, not knowing what it meant to be in a daze.

"Senior Gu." Huo Qubing said as if he suddenly discovered something.

"Ok?"

"Senior's voice is different from last time." Huo Qubing put down his glass, he didn't plan to drink any more, if he did, he was worried that if he was really drunk, he would not go back.

"Oh." Gu Nan nodded knowingly: "I originally had some symptoms in my throat. Miss Qing prepared some medicine for me, and I drink it from time to time. The symptoms are getting better gradually. It will probably not be long All right."

"That's it." Huo Qubing looked down at Huozhong and suddenly smiled, "Young lady's original voice should be nice."

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

The night was getting late in the snow, and a fire could be seen beating from a distance in the snow. There were two people by the fire, one in a daze, and the other drinking.

"If you go back to Guanzhong, can you bring me something?" Gu Nan turned to look at Huo Qubing and asked.

Huo Qubing came back to his senses, moved his eyes away from the fire, and said with a smile.

"Senior said that, the last time he saved Qu Bing's life, Qu Bing hasn't thanked him yet."

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

"Paper?" Huo Qubing was a little confused: "What do seniors want this for?"

These are things for the secretary. Although they are more convenient than the bamboo slips, they are not much easier to use, and they can be cut open with a little force.

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

"a book."

"Oh?" Huo Qubing's eyes showed some curiosity: "I don't know what the name is?"

Gu Nan thought for a while, as if he thought of a book title that could be used, and said with a smile.

"Qimen Dunjia."

What she didn't know was that the title of the book she mentioned on a whim would become a set of strange books that would be passed down to the world.

After drinking the wine, Huo Qubing led his horse and left in the dark, and the figures in the snowy night could not be seen clearly after walking too far.

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Chang'an a few months later.

In the streets and alleys of Chang'an, the eaves are scattered, and the flow of people is coming and going. From a distance, it is a quite prosperous scene.

The voices of people are bustling, and they can't hear what they are saying. It's a bit noisy, which makes people find it annoying.

In a small building, the interior furnishings are simple and elegant, and the windows are partially covered, making the sound from the street outside much quieter.

Incense was burning in the room, and the green smoke was lightly enveloped in the room, the fragrance was not heavy, it was a very faint fragrance.

Sitting in this room unconsciously makes people feel a little more at ease.

A painter is holding a pen, standing in front of the table with his sleeves folded, bending over to paint.The ink marks on the painting are still fresh, it should be just started.

Sitting in front of the painter was a young man who looked no older than a weak crown, wearing a long robe.

Zheng Zheng half frowned, watching the artist paint.