Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

6.2 - Sorry, this is not for sale

　　Han Ping heard the call and hurriedly answered, pulling Tunlong out.

　　He had already walked out of the door, hesitated for a moment, but then put his feet back: "Dad, why don't you come with us? It's time to relax."

　　Tunlong hugged the bright red cloak tighter around his shoulders and sneered, "Relaxing?"

　　Han Ping patted him gently, but still turned his head and looked at Kou Qiu expectantly.

　　Senior cadre Kou thought for a while and then took steps, "Then let's go."

　　Han Ping was overjoyed and asked the waiter to bring down another white fox cloak to cover Kou Qiu. Next to the wide brim of the hat, a circle of white fox fur is fluffy and light, easily keeping out the cold winter air.

　　Many people gathered in the city. I don't know when the snow started to fall in the sky, but there were still many people standing on both sides of the road, standing on tiptoes and looking around. There was white on their shoulders and heads, and Han Ping was holding a paper umbrella. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Looking at it this way, they look like a group of white-headed men."

　　A bunch of chirping birds immediately appeared in Kou Qiu's mind.

　　The old man on the side was still holding a pole full of candied haws, and he was also standing on tiptoe, looking northward again and again.

　　The army returned to the battlefield from the north.

　　Among the people who came to welcome him, many were still young women and rich ladies. They were not allowed to show up at will and crowd in the crowd, so they found a seat in the teahouses and restaurants on both sides of the street, ordered a few snacks at will, and looked at the windows all the time. Climbing high and looking into the distance, they were the first to see it, so they exclaimed from a distance: "Here we come!"

　　The crowd began to commotion, and indeed they saw two rows of soldiers running over first, blocking the people in front of them, prohibiting them from continuing to move forward.

　　A bright cold light shone in Kou Qiu's eyes, like a piece of white torn cloth.

　　When he blinked, he realized that it was not some kind of cloth, but the light reflected from the armor on the soldiers. This dynasty is not peaceful, and there are often external worries. Foreign enemies are doing everything they can to burn, kill, and loot at the border, which has long become a serious concern. This time, General Qiu, who led the army, won the battle with an army of 200,000, and fought all the way to the enemy's home base. It can be said that the people in the city were proud and proud.

　　Although the army numbered 200,000, only a few hundred could enter the city. Their bodies were still stained with blood that had not completely subsided, and when they looked at others, their eyes looked like a leopard was dormant, ready to pounce and attack at any time. The soldier in the center carefully held a mahogany box and walked under the fluttering flag of the general.

　　The old man selling candied haws stretched his neck, turned his head mysteriously after a long time, and said to Kou Qiu and the others beside him: "That, I'm afraid, is the head of that Shanyu."

　　He clicked his tongue twice.

　　"General Qiu is really extraordinary. He forced those thieves to change their dynasties! Now, no one in this dynasty can match him - but, where is General Qiu?"

　　Not only him, but other people were also looking up and down, waiting for this legend who would help the court avenge its past humiliation.

　　However, after waiting for a long time, another red figure hurriedly rode through the crowd and came from the opposite direction.