The Crown Prince under the Monk's Robe
by Chen Qiyin
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Tang Tianfu four years later. Chang'an, Zhongshu Lingfu. It is already spring, and the spring breeze is waving its soft, boneless hands and gently caressing the earth. All things that have been dusty for a long time are revived in the lingering call of the spring breeze. In the courtyard of Zhongshu Ling's Mansion, through the light leaking from the center, you can clearly see that many flowers are in bud and ready to bloom, and some of them have shyly revealed their colorful faces. It was obviously a spring night full of vitality. But the man in the room who was still standing in the late night light still had his eyebrows furrowed, as if the chill of last winter was still tightly locked on his face. This man is about sixty years old, slightly thin, but looks capable.
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