C233 There Are Jianghu Guests in the Jianghu

The hazy moonlight quietly sprinkled over the branches of the fallen poplar trees. A few mountain pheasants dragged their long tails as they pecked at some grains in the snow. Other than the occasional few roars from wild beasts, there was no other sound in the silent night.

In the carriage, Zhao Zilong sat opposite the coachman who escorted him to the south