The product of impulsiveness... Actually, it was a desire to fight procrastination... The result...
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I just want to tell a story of love and loss. No one is wrong in the story.
In the summer of King Wu's fifteenth year, the queen's position that had been vacant for ten years in the Great Xia Dynasty finally ushered in its owner.
This is not the end, but it is not the beginning either.
On the night of the canonization ceremony, Xia Houkong of Fengyi Palace suddenly woke up. Emotions surged in his dark eyes. He leaned sideways and hugged Mu Ziqing, who was nestled in his arms, as if to suppress the sudden pain in his chest.
In the dream just now, someone caressed his cheek, bringing a faint smell of grass.
She said, Kong Hou, you already have someone you like, so you won't need me anymore.