Murong Mengze stood with his hands behind his hands on the white marble stone field carved with a hundred-clawed dragon. He looked at the craftsmen in linen clothes and mango shoes who were busy repairing the damaged and dilapidated palace.
More than a month has passed since the war, and she has been in charge of the restoration and supervision these days.
Murong Mengze ordered the craftsmen and monks to help the people in the city rebuild their property. It was not until most of the residents of Chonghua had a place to stay that she ordered the craftsmen to start restoring the royal family's buildings.
The heater that Murong Chen once placed in the Jinluan Palace has been completely broken, but the little golden beast hanging from the ear is still dying and murmuring: "Your Majesty's blessings are as high as the sky... Your Majesty's Ze is spread all over the world..." ..."
The craftsman swept the broken pieces of the stove into a carrying pole, carried them, and planned to dump them on the carriage and abandon them in the wilderness together with the remaining bricks and tiles of the old dynasty.
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