Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

The next morning, news spread from under the city walls of Biancheng: The army from Beiming had retreated. People in the city cheered and poured out onto the streets from their homes. For a long time, smiles hadn't been seen, but now, they shone brightly in their eyes.,"Get out of the car." Fu Zimo didn't even bother to meet her gaze, instead lifting the car curtain and stepping out first.,He inserted three burning incense sticks into the censer, then turned to beckon her over. "Come here, and have a chat with your senior brother," he said.。