Of course, there were no troops on the stage, but with the sound of gongs and drums, the Zhao family also performed the soul-stirring on the battlefield.

The drums stopped, and the Qi family's father and son had not yet walked out of the play.

Su Li waited patiently.

Liu Yingying's hands under the table were almost scratching the skirt spreading on her legs.

She was jealous of Su Li and wanted to die jealously. From Qi Xiaochen's eyes when he looked at Su Li, Liu Yingying knew that she was going to lose.

Don’t want to hear the Qi family’s father and son praise Su Li, Liu Yingying left first on the grounds of being unwell.

No one paid attention to her.

Qi Jin grabbed the eldest son's shoulder with great emotion and said with great emotion: "Lingyun, today's play is Yilan's painstaking efforts for you, and it is also the expectation for you for your father. Go back and think about it carefully, and hope for your father that we will fight side by side."

Qi Lingyun looked at his father and his eyes moved to Su Li's face opposite him.

Su Li picked up the book box she prepared in advance, handed it to him with both hands, and said, "Brother, these are three playbooks given to me by the headmaster of the Zhao family. I borrow flowers to offer Buddha. May my brother be like Sun Bin in the play, with a disabled body and a strong will, and one day he will make great achievements on the battlefield and protect the country and the country."

The lights on the stage are bright, and she is like water reflecting the lights in her eyes, as bright as fireworks.

Qi Lingyun has never felt the beauty of a woman as deeply as she is now.

The evening breeze blew, lifting up her skirt and bringing a faint fragrance of pear blossoms.
Chapter completed!