The bright red fire burned fiercely and rushed straight to the sky.
The magnificent palace was built at great expense with the finest wood. When it was completed, it looked majestic and majestic, as if the palace of heaven had fallen into the mortal world. When it burned, it was the best kindling for fire, and the black smoke rose like a waterfall, rushing up to the sky and visible for thousands of miles.
"Your retreat not only hurts yourself, but also Fusu."
Zhao Ji spoke quietly in the firelight that illuminated the night and made the continuous palaces as bright as day.
She wore a soft, close-fitting white cloth dress inside and a deerskin fur coat outside. She was beautiful without any makeup, and her brows were as heroic as those of men.
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