Murong Zhining painfully took a large scarf handkerchief, "Ning'er is saying that I'm afraid that the general will catch a cold. Come, dry yourself off, drink the bowl of porridge on the table, and go to bed to sleep well. Later, there will be no time to rest."

Chiyun Yuexuan changed into a set of clothes handed over by Murong Zhining, sat at the table, half squinted his sleepy phoenix eyes, and finished a bowl of porridge.

Murong Zhining smiled and pulled the scolding cloud ...