[Black history in the first grade of junior high school/be careful with romance]
It is 320 miles away from Zhongdu in Huangbei, with five days remaining.
It seems like you can hear the bell god whispering at night, coming from the most desolate place. This is an area that is not as warm as the southern region even in summer, so this is not where I should stay. I can reach out and pick up the stars all over the ground. I see your smiling face in my dream, saying that among thousands of rivers and mountains, you will be the king.
So He Qing vowed to devote his whole life to the king and never regret his fate.
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