With the idle chatter over, Yang Zhengshan walked into the main hall, and An Yuxing also jumped down from the top of the wall.
"When do you plan to set out on campaign?"
"In a while longer!"
"How long is a while longer?" An Yuxing asked.
"Next month? What, old man, you can't wait?" Yang Zhengshan said casually as he washed up.
An Yuxing looked at the clearing sky outside and shook his head lightly. "The wind and rain here are too fierce. This old man isn't used to living here!"
"Haha—"
Yang Zhengshan burst out laughing.
The climate over here at Zhaowu Guard was indeed very different from the Capital. In the eleventh month, snow had already fallen in the Capital, but it was still somewhat muggy here at Zhaowu Guard.
"All things in heaven and earth may enter the Dao; even the shifting winds and clouds can bring enlightenment!"
Yang Zhengshan said it casually.
An Yuxing froze. "Even the shifting winds and clouds can bring enlightenment?"
He looked at the overcast clouds gradually fading from the sky. "Even gloomy rain can bring enlightenment?"
Seeing him in a daze, Yang Zhengshan paid him no mind and simply ate breakfast by himself.
Breakfast had been prepared by his attendants: a large bowl of rice, with dried meat, greens, pickled vegetables, and the like. It could not be called lavish, but with meat and vegetables, it was decent enough.
Just as he was eating, however, An Yuxing's figure suddenly leapt out and once again landed atop the wall.
The wine gourd in hand swung out, wine spilling through the air. Immediately after, he sprang up, caught the falling wine gourd, and came down.
Falling along with him was a sheet of arrows, thudding into the ground and smashing mud and water