The wheels run over the snow and make a sound of "squeaking and squeaking". Yan Han in his arms is biting his fingers and staring curiously at brother jiwai, who is smoothing his hair at the corner of the carriage.

"who?" The guard of the city saw a carriage coming to stop him.

"Lord Shawn!" Xiaoxiangzi, who was driving, was busy.

after the gate, you have entered the capital of Ying.

"cold dew is not cold, frost changes the sky.

in October, the snow is closed.

on the fork of the snow River, the winter solstice is not good for boats.

a little cold and then a big cold, another...