Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 323 Extra Story Listen to a Midsummer Song 1
In the 17th year of Jingwen, the winter solstice, snow.

As the saying goes, there is snow in the winter solstice and drought in the coming year, and there is wind and cold in the winter solstice.

This winter is especially cold.

I don't know when, the winter solstice actually had heavy snow.

Pedestrians walking on the road sighed one after another, it's really not a good sign.

I heard that Bianliang City is surprisingly cold, most of the crops are frozen to death, it has been snowing heavily for several days and nights, and there is not even a seller on the street.

The heavy snow crushed many houses and trees, and roads were blocked by snow.

For a time, Bianliang City suffered heavy economic losses, and the people suffered terribly.

The imperial court allocated a lot of funds and supplies for disaster relief, but unfortunately, it couldn't work at all.

The things rescued by the outside can't get in, and the things that the inside wants to sell can't get out.

What is the use of more money and supplies?

It is said that many old people and children with poor physique have froze to death and starved to death at home.

Jun Shubai's unannounced visit to Bianliang was unknown to all the officials.

Towards evening, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and large flakes of snowflakes were falling from the dark sky.

Mountains, rivers, fields, and villages are all shrouded in white snow.

He was alone, standing quietly next to the withered crops, gradually being buried in the vast expanse by the heavy snow.

Under the snow, only his outline can be seen roughly.

Jun Shubai was dressed in white, his black hair fluttered behind his back with the cold wind, and a white jade hairpin slightly crowned his black hair on the top of his head.

His eyebrows are picturesque, as bright as stars.

As far as the eye can see, there are frozen crops.

Jun Shubai looked far away, the knuckles holding the umbrella handle gradually turned white, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his face was cold.

After a while, he took a deep breath.

The man is so ethereal and lofty, like snowflakes in the sky, clear and quiet, breathtakingly beautiful, like something extraordinary.

It's getting dark, she hasn't arrived yet.

After a long time, amidst the white snow, I vaguely saw a young girl running from a distance.

She blocked the heavy snow with her hands, her snow-white skirt fluttered layer upon layer, and her long hair fluttered behind her shoulders.

Sang Xia came a little late.

She was covered in snow, and the umbrella was given to the old man halfway.

The girl's eyelashes and between her brows were stained with snowflakes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I'm late."

Sang Xia stood in front of him, wiped the snowflakes off her face, and showed a slightly apologetic smile.

Jun Shubai's eyes slowly fell on her face, and after looking at her for a long time, he tilted the oil-paper umbrella slightly towards her.

White, clean, white.

She gives the impression that she doesn't need any decoration.

He looked at the withered crops, and the biting cold wind made the crops in the field flutter.

It was snowing so hard.

Sang Xia rubbed her hands and shrank into the oil-paper umbrella.

She looked up at the person beside her, opened her lips, and swallowed the words again.

Why does this person have such a cold face?

Just because she was late? ?

Not so much.

But he was really straight, and he didn't say that he leaned the umbrella closer to her.

Eighty percent have no object.

Obviously it was the Changfeng bodyguard company he contacted, saying that they wanted to discuss the transportation of goods in Bianliang City together, but now they don't say a word.

After a while, Jun Shubai was still silent.

She smiled from the bottom of her heart, and just watched him quietly and coldly alone.

Count down to three numbers.

After all, she has a bad temper and has no patience for a dumb guy who can only hold an umbrella.

three two……

"The road is so congested, is Miss Lan sure she can transport the goods in the city out of Bianliang?"

His voice is clear and sweet, like a fine wine that has been sealed for a hundred years suddenly unsealed, it is intoxicating.

(End of this chapter)