Traveling Through the Three Kingdoms to Be a Marquis

"The rolling Yangtze River passes by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. The white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river are used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is a joy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times have been laughed at." Ning Rong stood with her hands behind her back, her white clothes beat the snow, and her clothes were fluttering. She looked at the rolling Yangtze River in front of her with a long and deep gaze, and couldn't help but sigh. "The master's words have a profound meaning. They tell the story of the rise and fall of ancient and modern times. Probably... Only a man as indifferent and clear-minded as the master can recite such a wise words!" The young man in green clothes looked at the figure in front of him with admiration for Ru Mu, turned around and asked, "Master, he has heaven in his heart. "Come on?" Ning Rong looked up at the sky, with the demeanor of a noble man, and suddenly turned around and pouted: "It's none of my business, it's not bad if you have a stutter." Looking at Ning Rong's retreating figure, the corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he sighed helplessly, he is not a kind person...