"Their mother, how are these distinguished scholars so wealthy!"
"I've seen Prince Qin's army invincible, only brutality; with three arrows he steadies the army's heart, only feeling heroic, but tonight, in this simple, everyday duck blood noodles soup, I finally see world peace."
Nan Hanwen looked at this old man, sitting upright even now, merely smiled: "Old sir."
"What?"
"The noodles are soggy."
Qu Hanxiu froze, then finally smiled with joy.
After finishing this steaming, warm bowl of noodles soup, the everyday human atmosphere and warm taste of peace seemed to flow into every corner of the body. Qu Hanxiu got up, the distinguished gentleman of the world, the elder from the Ministry of Rites turned, stopped, and looked to the side at Nan Hanwen, said:
"There are five days until Prince Qin's coronation ceremony."
