My name is Shi Zhong, the son of the prime minister.
The young man succeeded and passed three yuan.
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I have a bamboo horse named Tang Feng.
I like him.
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However, he was guarding the border in northern Xinjiang and narrowly escaped death. But I am confined in the deep palace, lying on the emperor's bed like a woman.
You know you can be an official, why do you think you are so humble?
It's just the emperor coveting it.
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I dare not resist.
Because Tang Feng's life was still in the emperor's hands.
Note: This article is in the first person, the copywriting is from the perspective, and the main text is from the perspective (highlighted in capital letters!!!)
Intention: If you continue to cut off, you will inevitably suffer from chaos.