Thousands of miles of snow blowing, the sky and earth are vast, the cold wind howls, sweeping through the hustle and bustle of the world.
In such a solemn environment, everything seems extremely quiet and peaceful, but there are exceptions to everything, just like the man beside him.
"Shaolian, how will the Imperial Brother arrange this year's banquet?"
"The villain doesn't know."
"Shaolian, tell me, who will you meet this year?"
"The villain doesn't know."
"I wonder if Shengche will attend this year?"
"The villain doesn't know."
There was no cooperation at all, which made the man couldn't help but hug his shoulders, raise his eyebrows and ask: "Oh? Is this the proper attitude when replying to the prince?"
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