Legend has it that there are four young men in this capital, all of them are suave and talented young people. To elaborate on their rankings, I think they are the first prime minister, the second young master, the third prince and the fourth general. After speaking in a protracted tone, Qin Ziyan paused and patted Ling Feng on the shoulder with a fake sigh. My dear little brother, the prince, it seems that they are not the first prince, second prime minister, third young master and fourth general as you mentioned.
Come on, no matter how many times you line up, aren't you the youngest person? You have to be so good at it. Ling Feng said harshly.
Why, I'm happy that Brother Yuchi is number one, and I'm happy that I am the youngest. What's more, go back and ask the beautiful maids and eunuchs in the prince's palace, which one is not my biggest fan, the young general? People who rank me like this have only seen my splendor when the army returned in triumph, but they have never come into contact with my rich heart.