After a few snowfalls, Beijing's weather has entered the coldest period of the year, dry and cold, with the winter north wind slashing at the face like a knife.
The water in the moat has frozen over, covered by a thick layer of snow, with both the sky and the earth blanketed in white, and West Mountain is even more covered in snow, blanketing the autumnal red leaves.
In the Big Courtyard, two figures in green military uniforms stand straight, shoulder to shoulder, occasionally whispering a sentence or two, and occasionally nodding in greeting to passersby.
The only ones who can wear this military uniform with such charisma without being bundled up like a bear in the harsh winter are Brother Ping'an and Liu Yi.
Before reaching the doorway, they saw two graceful silhouettes from afar.
