Lou Xu held the wine cup between his fingers, but it was a little unstable. A few drops spilled on his white jade fingertips. He sniffed gently and said to the visitor: "The black robe suits you. You should not give in to anyone, Your Majesty."
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In the forty-two years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, the emperors changed three times, but the elderly people still talk about the third day of the dynasty. If you tell it to your grandchildren, it will be more charming than the ordinary storyteller. The old men put on a show, they must first lament the fatuousness of Emperor Ai of the previous dynasty. God can't bear to look at it anymore. This year there is a flood, and next year there will be trouble. Hey, no matter what happens in the court, it is all because of the thieves. The old emperor is fascinated, tsk tsk, and all those charming palace secret boys are dumbfounded. The old man took a sip of tea, shook his fan, and thought of the tragic situation back then. He sighed and stopped talking. The boys were so anxious that they pushed the old man and asked what happened next. Then? The old man seemed to have lost his interest in talking and made a few hasty prevarications. What else could he do? The country was destroyed. Fortunately, the new emperor Sheng Ming chopped up the building thief on the third day after he ascended the throne. Finally, I happily added: A total of one thousand three hundred and sixty-seven dollars, so good, so satisfying.
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