C1118 Qingfeng dew

Within the barracks.

The wind blew Xiao Xiao, the word "Feng" rustled in the wind.

Within the military tent.

Qing Feng sat on the wide chair, holding a book in his hand. He lowered his head to flip through it, while Feng Yunzheng sat in front of the desk and handled official matters. She couldn't help but raise her head and glance at him.

His face was calm, and he was frowning now and then