During the winter solstice that year, the road to Huangquan was not easy to walk.
There was heavy snowfall in the sky, and he stood at the intersection and waited for a long time, and finally waited for the man.
He watched the man drink Meng Po soup, and then watched him walk into Wangchuan.
He stared at the thin back and slowly spoke,
"Your Highness, wait for me in the next life."
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