In the limited memory that the prince could recall, his official meeting with Du Jin was in the small courtyard of Du Jin's house. At that time, Du Jin was sitting on a small chair, with a large field of roses behind him. Vermilion, bright yellow, light pink, blooming wildly in the summer sun.
Is that the Dujin that my mother praises so much? The prince, who was hiding behind Mother Wang, flattened his mouth and secretly made a face at Du Jin.
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