"That's right." He seemed to be talking to himself, but with an aggressive momentum. The black-armored warrior in the middle raised his head and drank all the tea in the cup. "All Han Xiao can pursue is the words "General of the Eagle Army's Cavalry Battalion" on the tombstone when he died. I wonder if such a person is qualified to be one of the candidates for the young lady's husband?"
This sentence is very arrogant and rude, but Qin Ji still has a smile in her eyes, "The sun and the moon are beautiful, and Xiao is seducing them. Have you not heard of this ancient saying?"
"My Xiao is not a flute player, nor is a martial artist a flute player."
"What Se Zhi wants is not a person who plays the flute, but someone who plays the flute."
"Do you know my identity?" Han Xiao's eyes were unfathomable.
"Since Se Zhi knows the meritorious service of Major General Han, he will not be ignorant of the battle of Quyang where the third prince became famous." Qin Ji took the harp handed over by Bi'er and had never played it in front of others. "Since the third prince understands the principles of moths, he should not dissuade Se Zhi. Se's harp should only be played for people like Xiao."