Emperor Xia's Dimensional Descending Strike

He took a bun and took a bite. It was obviously salty, but it tasted sweet.

After breakfast.

After chatting for a while, the two of them got up and left.

He left the Xuanhe Hall.

"Qinglin is free?" Chen Youcai asked calmly."

Zhang Ronghua smiled. He guessed that he was worried and suggested,"Why don't you come to my place?"

"Alright." Chen Youcai agreed.

He called out for Zheng Fugui to follow him. He and Feng Jianxiu had already completed their handover. There was nothing much to do in the Eastern Palace, so he could go to the Bureau of Military Personnel in two days to complete the transfer procedures.

After leaving the Eastern Palace, he boarded Chen Youcai's carriage and headed toward Zhang Ronghua's residence.

After a while.

The carriage stopped, and the three of them got off the carriage and entered the mansion. The warm morning sun shone down on their bodies, making them feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.

In the backyard.