Just as the battle in Hanzhong was in full swing, Lu Yuan in Baling city, also received an unexpected guest.
Chenyuan Palace, Meichang Garden.
It was already deep winter, and small flakes of snow drifted down from the sky, falling on the plum trees in the courtyard, forming a light layer of frost.
Under the pressure of the cold, the pink plum blossoms burst into radiant bloom, emitting a faint, lingering fragrance. As the cold wind wafted through the garden, it was absolutely refreshing.
In the garden, there was a small pavilion. At this time, on the third floor of the pavilion, there was only a small canopy covering the top, with doors pushed open all around. A railing circled the pavilion, and a table was placed in the center for people to rest.
At this moment, inside the pavilion, Lu Yuan was leisurely brewing tea and burning incense, every movement was extremely focused, appearing to enjoy the activity.
