From then on, this conversation ended.
Xun Jing walked out of the study, gazing at the sky outside.
It was still sunny and bright just now.
In the blink of an eye, the sky turned gloomy once more.
Drip, drip.
Raindrops fell on his distinct joints.
Next to him, Jin Yi opened the round paper umbrella in his hand.
He walked up to Xun Jing and spoke,
"Prince, it's raining."
Xun Jing looked at the sky; it wasn't good at all.
The constant rain in Shangyun City, more than half the time he spent here, it was raining.
However, his mood was quite good.
The corners of his lips gradually curled into a smile, so evident that even the Prince Zhen Nan standing beside him could see it.
Subsequently, Ouyang Yu averted his gaze.
Exchanging ten miles of Qingzhou for a woman, and now he still smiles.
Ouyang Yu, a man who has been leading soldiers for years, couldn't comprehend.
For him, constantly preparing to win the next battle.
