It’s not like no one has tried to challenge the unspoken rules of Cold Wind Town, but unfortunately the results are often tragic.

After winter, heavy snow often falls in Beichuan, covering the road thickly, making it look completely white. Generally, there are only two types of people who brave the cold to pass through customs at this time. One is those who work year-round to make a living.

A merchant who rushes goods, and the other is a martial arts master with unique skills.

Of course, in terms of proportion, the first type is far greater than the second type. After all, real martial arts masters cannot "see" it. By the time you "see" it, it will probably be too late.

The snow on the ground was so thick that a horse's hoof would bury half of his leg. In such weather, even the most eager porters would not go on the road, because no one wanted to risk their lives.

As a result, several small and medium-sized teahouses on the streets of Hanfeng Town became popular, with warm stoves, hot tea, and a large group of like-minded strangers chatting and gossiping. Being able to have these in the middle of winter is already great.

It’s very satisfying.[

Lao Li's tea shop is more than four feet long and wide. In order to save space, almost all the small tables and chairs have been replaced with large square tables, which is enough for a dozen people to huddle together to drink tea and chat.

Of course, there are still a few smaller desks left, mainly to deal with some travelers who have a "bad temper", a "weird" personality, or a "strange" dress. Not everyone will specifically request it, but it's just that

Seasoned shopkeepers all know that if they want to reduce the chance of their shop being smashed, it is better for them to arrange this.

For example, as soon as the three Dai Muli guests came in, two tall and one short, the waiter immediately and flexibly led them to the small table to settle down, asked what they wanted, and then served hot tea and snacks in a well-trained manner.

Experts may not necessarily cover their faces, but those who cover their faces will definitely have some background, except of course for mental illness. This is the logic that the shopkeeper has come from after decades of business in Hanfeng Town, and it is somewhat reasonable.

There were too many people coming and going, and when everyone in the teahouse saw someone coming in, they just glanced at each other, and then turned around and gathered in a group to chatter and gossip. One table in particular had the most people, counting more than twenty people, and they talked very loudly.

"That princess is really, really beautiful. She is so beautiful! She is the husband-in-law of my mother-in-law's cousin's sister. I saw it with my own eyes when I was a guard in the outer city!" said a strong man with a pockmarked face.

"Are you talking nonsense? Can the imperial guards in the outer city see the princess? Just brag!" A spoon-faced uncle next to him had obviously been waiting for a chance to speak for a long time: "My godfather is an errand in Dongling Palace. He

Only what you say is correct! Who in the palace is not beautiful? Princess Xuanhe was chosen by the Imperial Master as a close disciple because of her extremely smart mind!"

"Ahem, why did I hear that it was because..."

There was another round of discussion, until an eighty-year old lady broke the news and said that the princess was actually the direct biological daughter of Shangguan Imperial Master, but when she was raised in the royal family, the short man wearing a curtain couldn't bear it.

He squirted out the tea, and the shoulders of the tall man next to him also showed signs of stiffening.

"Master, why don't you show your face to them? I believe that after comparison, no one will call us father and daughter."
Chapter completed!