Mr. Qingjun's face was as dark as water. He stretched out a finger and pressed the sword in the sleeve of Mr. Beauty that was about to move. He opened his other hand and waved it towards the man, and the two of them passed easily.
Mr. Qingjun took out his handkerchief and wiped his palms. He raised his eyebrows slightly and lowered his long eyelashes. "Did you see that this is how we literati do things?"
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The beautiful young master sheathed his sword with joy, and there was a rash man lying on the ground. The handsome young man got up from the big man's arms with a cold face, and said in embarrassment, "Do you see, we warriors can do things reliably like this."
A capable person in the officialdom, a high-ranking official, but he accompanied the emperor like a tiger, wandering around the world...
A young man from the martial arts world, he is as beautiful as a flower, but he is not popular, and he disguises himself as a wealthy man...
They never thought that adversity can really bring out feelings, which is really troublesome...
