After Working Hard for Ten Years, You Said I Wrote Poems While Drunk
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Ten years ago, Di Xin traveled through the world of gods and became a great Shang monarch, that is, the stupid and unruly king who subjugated his country. With a do-it-or-die attitude, Emperor Xin worked conscientiously and diligently over the past ten years, vowing to make the country's fortunes stable and the weather smooth. I thought I could live out my old age peacefully and die in peace. Until one day when he woke up, the ministers whispered in his ears, which immediately made Di Xin feel like Alexander. "My King, you were drunk last night and went to the ancestral temple to write poems!" Di Xin looked at the endless sky with black hair, as if he could see a pair of invisible hands controlling his destiny. I'm already like this and you're plotting against me, these guys are awesome! In this case, I don't pretend anymore, I show my cards, I am a fool! "Keep playing music, keep dancing, Fei Zhong and You Hun will take care of the concubine!"
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