In the distance, on an open high ground, the Xianbei leader Kebineng, who led thousands of cavalry to watch the success or failure, let out a long sigh.

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Three years later, in the second year of Huangchu in the Wei Dynasty.

Early spring, Luoyang City.

[Note 2: Luoyang was originally called Luoyang. It was changed after Wei Wendi Cao Pi came to the throne. For details, see Cao Pi: Luo Zhao was changed to Luozhao.]

There was a light snowfall just yesterday.

At this time, the bluestone streets were filled with the luster of remaining snow and melting ice.

The rebuilt inner city of Luoyang in front of us has not lost any of its grandeur during the Han Dynasty. At this moment, its outline is gradually becoming clearer in the morning light.

The first ray of sunshine reflected the Chang Hemen Gate, the main south gate of the palace city. The tall left and right double gates made the main gate even more majestic.

Xia Houshang couldn't help but raise his head and look at the magnificent scenery in front of him, as if he was thoughtful.

On the street not far away, there seemed to be a faint and cheerful laughter. Yes, it was the kind of unfettered and unscrupulous childish voice.

That laughter made Xiahou Shang feel slightly dazed.

Once upon a time, the person who is now aloof, as well as myself, were so carefree and spontaneous.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sharp blade hanging at his waist.

That was exactly the 'quality' sword that that person personally gave to me three years ago.

The light reflected by the sun on the sharp weapon stung some people and made it difficult to open their eyes.

Time flies, and his close friend at that time, the Crown Prince of Wei, has now become the high-ranking Emperor of Wei.

Xiahou Shang rubbed the talisman given to him by the emperor in his palm. This talisman represented the emperor's trust and had the power to kill people. Now he was a feudal official and the emperor's confidant.

But... he always felt that the aloof emperor was no longer the best friend of the past. Maybe people would always change. He couldn't help but sigh.

The laughter of children in the distance seemed to be closer.

"Brother, wait for me..."

The little girl was afraid that her dress would be stained by the slush, so she held the skirt of her dress in both hands and chased after him with small steps.

"Huier, hurry up..."

A slightly older boy, about ten years old, turned around and smiled. He had not yet reached the age to tie his hair, and his black hair was flying in the wind, like leaping black flames. And his white robe was not even stained at all.

Never touched it.

At this moment, he was like a white bird, flying freely on the snow.

Xia Houshang looked at the figure slowly approaching in the distance, his eyes became softer, and he didn't know whether it was approval or love.

"Dad!" After a while, the 'white sparrow' in the distance had 'flew' in front of us and turned into a child with picturesque features. The little girl also followed, but her clothes were already stained with mud.

It was like a leopard pattern. She looked at her new clothes with unhappiness written all over her face.

Xia Houshang pinched the cheek of the boy in white, but his eyes were full of love: "Little bastard, I bullied your sister again."

The boy in white made a face at his sister, and the angry little girl just stamped her feet.

At this moment, all the snow on the ground has basically melted, leaving only a few remaining patches of white at the foot of the city wall against the blue-gray stone road, giving off a somewhat inexplicable sense of desolation.

Xia Houshang took off the sharp weapon from his waist and squatted down to keep the same height as the child.

He is going to Jingzhou to take up a post, and he doesn't know when he will be able to return home. It may be months, years, or... when he comes back, the children will be crowned and hairpins are about to come.

"Xuan'er", he looked directly into the young man's clear and shimmering eyes, and gently placed the saber in the child's palm.

Under the sunlight, the young man could vaguely make out two faint seal characters "Quality" on the sheath.

Xia Houshang hesitated for a moment, stood up and said, "Xuan'er, dad is leaving soon." Although the child has become sensible and will no longer cry and make troubles to prevent himself from leaving home like before, but when the child

His eyes were still full of reluctance and loneliness. Xia Houshang turned around with a cruel heart: "My father and mother are not at home, so we must listen to the housekeeper's uncle. Xuan'er must take good care of my sister, and Hui'er must also listen."

As for my brother, daddy is gone."

The two children watched their father mount the horse and walk towards the Xuanyang Gate surrounded by the cavalry. There was no formal farewell, and their father's figure gradually shrank until it disappeared in the long distance.

That end of the street.

The wind picked up, making the young man's eyes feel a little sore.

The wind blew his long hair and clothes, making his thin figure feel even more lonely and lonely.

"Brother" the little girl pulled the boy's sleeve: "The wind is blowing."
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