Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, with the sound of firecrackers on the streets, Xia Xun returned to his rented cabin, stepping on the red firecracker debris in the white snow and smelling the smell of gunpowder.
The courtyard door was unlocked. When Xia Xun reached out and touched the courtyard door, he realized that someone had come and the mark he had made in advance was gone. Xia Xun immediately pressed the knife tightly, turned slightly sideways, stretched out his hand to push the courtyard door, and paused for a moment.
, then Youran flashed in.
"Oh, Mr. Yang, you are back."
A servant in green clothes and a small hat nodded and smiled at him. Under the eaves, a little girl who was holding a pair of small fists and bringing them to her mouth, breathing and stomping her feet on the snow, also turned around and held a cotton holder.
She wears trousers, a pleated skirt, light blue armor, her hair is combed into a three-part bun, her glossy black hair is divided into two bunches and hangs down on her shaved shoulders, she has a slender waist, and her face is bare.
Clean, elegant, and fresh, like the tea before the Ming Dynasty, Yayou. From this day on, the era of Emperor Hongwu has completely become a thing of the past, and his era of Zhu Yunwen has arrived! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome
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