The Zen master lectured on the scriptures and said that there was a Zen master in Nanzhou who asked whether the wind was moving or the flags were moving. One person answered that it was not the wind that moved or the flags that moved. The heart of a benevolent person moved..." [Note 1]

"Okay, stop it." Zhou Lang raised his hand and said, reaching out and pressing his forehead, "Don't talk to me about these wheels, I have a headache."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Qin Langjun smiled and stopped talking. He also picked up the wine and drank slowly.

After walking out of the restaurant, Liu Lang's horse was brought to him by a waiter. Just then he galloped away, and the horse followed him.

Saturday Lang stretched out his hand and patted the horse twice and let out a breath.

"In the end, I still want you to explain it." He said, looking back at Qin Langjun and giving a wry smile, "Obviously you are the one who is most miserable."

"I'm not sad." Qin Langjun said with a smile, "How can I be sad when I see hope? It's too late to be happy."

Saturday Lang hummed.

"If it doesn't work in one year, if it doesn't work in two years, if it doesn't work in two years, then in three years, in four years, in five years, she will be moved." He said, tightening his grip on the reins.

Qin Langjun smiled and nodded.

"This is Zhou Hui." He said, "This time, your sister is really in trouble. Moreover, I think what happened to the cook is the same as what happened to my father."

Are a cook and a military attache the same?

Zhou Lang frowned and looked at him, thoughtfully.

“Taipingju!”

The two said at the same time.

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Chapter completed!