The Tang and Zhao families are fighting in bloody battles. The rest of Yanjing is quiet. Huang Fu Sheng and I are still drinking tea. We have been drinking tea for several hours. This tea is really long enough.

Huang Fu Sheng seems to be accustomed to going to bed early and getting up early. At this point, he is also old. He has been tired for a long time, but he still reluctantly insists on talking and laughing with me.

After about twenty minutes, a middle-aged man came in and whispered a few words in Huangfu Sheng's ear. Huangfu Sheng raised his head and looked at me with cold...