After three years of experience in Jiubian, he followed Niu Jizong back to Beijing to receive the reward. The sons of the four princes and eight princes were riding horses and chatting and laughing, but I knew in my heart that the roots of the Qian Dynasty were rotten. The inner warden smiled and led the way, and the Lantian camp was waiting to receive the border soldiers. The pool of water in the capital was much deeper than the border. Jia Cong tightened his grip on the reins. I'm afraid there will be muddy water when we come back this time.
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