Entering January, it was truly the coldest month of winter now.
Although the entire era of the Great Tang was considered a warm period in the river of time, not all places experienced mild winters.
The snow that should fall, would still fall.
This year's first snow arrived particularly late.
Lin Wanwan had just returned home from Red Face Smile when the snowflakes gracefully drifted down, falling on her cape and shoulders, quickly turning into drops of water.
Lin Wanwan couldn't afford to admire the white snow, she hurriedly pressed the wrapping of silk containing precious calligraphy to her chest, jumped off the horse, tossed the reins to the gatekeeper and rushed into the gatehouse.
Then she immediately shook the snow off the silk fabric, fearing it would get wet.
"Go fetch an oil-paper umbrella."
The gatehouse already had oil-paper umbrellas prepared, and Hong Yan quickly stepped forward, took an umbrella and opened it, intending to shield Lin Wanwan.
