When we met on the ancient Jiangling Road when we were seventeen years old, you kept shouting "Yi Ze Yi Ze Yi Ze~"
I told you coldly, please call me Young Master Xia.
Time passes, the situation changes, and the old dreams of the emperor and his ministers cannot continue.
Once upon a time, you complained to me why I never called you "Nothing".
Now, my calls are no different, no different, no different, you respectfully call me Your Majesty.
It turns out that this is what is called being cold at high places...
At the end of the year, love is sad every year...
Ahem, the pretense is over. It was actually just a whim. I wanted to write a story about barbarians and monarchs enjoying themselves to satisfy my sexual desire. I won't say that the above copywriting gave me goosebumps. Hahahaha.
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