Huaiqing held the teacup in his hand, never putting it down.
"Mother, big brother seems to be in a lot of pain." Xu lingyue said with a sobbing tone.
Her aunt quickly looked at her husband. Seeing that his face was as dark as water, she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She comforted him in a low voice, ""It's fine, it's fine. Your big brother has always been successful. He's not even afraid of the tens of thousands of rebel soldiers in Yunzhou, so why would he be afraid of these bald donkeys?"
"Uncle, what's wrong with my big brother?" Xu Ling pointed to the sky.
"I'm fine."
Wei Yuan's tone was calm, but the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. His body leaned forward unconsciously, and his eyes were fixed on the 'painting'.
"Eight distresses formation!"
