At the third day of the lunar new year, the snow finally stopped. The officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain did not retreat, but there was still no action. I stood in front of the window, the mountain was full of black people.

the Qin song has been with me these days. It doesn't mention anything about the palace or the officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain. But many things, if not mentioned, can't be regarded as nonexistent.

"strong wind..." Qin Ge put a fur shawl on my shoulder, and brought the window with her.

"Qin song..." I turned around to look at him....