"When I go to the battlefield, you have to send me a flower for half a year. The smell in the north of Xinjiang is all sand, which is really unpleasant." The speaker still looks young, his eyes are full of innocence, and his long eyebrows add a bit of heroism to his temples.
Xie An cupped his hands and said with a smile: "With the heart of respecting the king and protecting the country, Xie An will definitely agree to this promise."