The soul of a modern sand sculpture young man has penetrated Li Chengqian and is crazy about committing suicide...
"Zhao Ritian, Du Lala!"
Du Hermei looked at him with bright eyes.
Zhao Ritian smiled sadly:
"Chairman! Who are you doing?"
Li Chengqian squatted on the steps with his hands clasped in his hands, squinting at the two people below:
"Go and get my still-low-key seal. Erfeng, who is clean and beardless, will convey the will of Prince Honyin..."
At the same time, inside Tai Chi Hall.
Li Shimin was listening to some corrupt scholars quoting scriptures when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He silently took out the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill and put it in his mouth.
"Stop!"
He turned to look at Zhang Ananda:
"What has the prince been doing these days?"
All the courtiers in the palace were as silent as cicadas, but their thoughts were already wandering far away.
"A new group of women from the Western Region have arrived at Victoria Nightclub, all of them are fair-skinned, beautiful and have long legs..."
"The Globe Theater on Zhuque Street opens today, I don't know if I can get in line..."
"We have to send people to find out whether His Majesty Prince Yin is developing new industries... You have to take a share!"
