"Qinghui, follow me and make the arrangements." After discussing the specific matters, Dong Shuangyu made a gesture to Yue Qinghui, indicating that he should follow behind him.
Yue Qinghui stood up without saying a word, and followed Dong Shuangyu out of the tent silently. After walking a long distance, he hesitated and said, "Even though I don't have much dealings with him, I know that John Han is a man who is always unmoved by the wind. At the beginning, several brothers joked that Jiujiang was Qianling's first port of call. It's simply a pipe dream to transfer him away from Jiujiang at will... Can the Daoyuan Qi you mentioned work?"
Dong Shuangyu put his hands in his sleeves, and his eyes did not waver when he heard it: "Qinghui, you don't know what Daoyuan means yet."
"......" Yue Qinghui touched his nose in dismay: "Of course, Shuangyu, you are always right."
"But it's just a wisp of Dao Yuan Qi, so the Palace Master Han shouldn't look down on it." Dong Shuangyu panted jokingly, ignoring Yue Qinghui's suddenly sluggish expression, he still walked forward leisurely, "So at this time, we have to use something else."
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