"Hmm." The monk tilted his head and pressed on the sword, "Looking at this weather, I'm afraid spring won't arrive in the coming days. What does the princely heir expect?"
"Either it comes tonight, or we'll wait another twenty days." Yong Ji sighed lightly and turned his head, "Do you know when the latest spring in the past ten years came to Chang'an?"
"I've really never noticed such things."
"I didn't care about it before, but recently I've specifically looked into it—seven years ago was the latest, and not until March 26 did Chang'an have its first satisfying rain." Yong Ji said, "So we are likely forty days away from spring."
"Unbelievable."
Yong Ji laughed a little, turned around waving his whip towards his horse: "No need to expect such blessings, let's hurry and get things done, we still have to spare a day for the wedding."
Several people mounted their horses, rode down the mountain, and merged into the post road, leaving swiftly.
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