When the emperor woke up, he found himself lying in his brother's arms. Although he is still alive, he has already become the "first emperor" among everyone.
Lin Zhaoying said: "Brother, are you confused? You have been in a coma for more than half a year, not just a few days? It is now the first year of Xinning, and I have already hung the portrait of the late emperor in the Ancestral Temple."
Lin Jinghong was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
Finally, someone's hand disturbed that side of the chessboard, and the black and white chess pieces fell to the ground one after another, but no one paid attention to it or had the intention to pay attention to it. I don't know whether it messed up the chess pieces or messed up people's hearts.
Come on, let me finish this glass of wine with you. After today, the front edge will be cut off.
Together with you, we will sell off the eternal sorrow!
Lin Zhaoying said: "Brother Emperor, do you really think you have won? There is no winning or losing in the word love?"
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