The next morning, news spread from under the city walls of Biancheng: The army from Beiming had retreated. People in the city cheered and poured out onto the streets from their homes. For a long time, smiles hadn't been seen, but now, they shone brightly in their eyes.,He inserted three burning incense sticks into the censer, then turned to beckon her over. "Come here, and have a chat with your senior brother," he said.,A lifetime, a pair of people. Not seeking imperial power or riches, but just one heart. To never be separated until old age.。