The ground fire outside Xinuang Pavilion adds charcoal every time the incense is burned. The gears the size of the bowl are interlocked. Whether adding charcoal or blowing smoke, everything is done in an orderly manner. The white smoke steams out from behind. Steam, sometimes making a low groaning sound like a sigh.
In the Nuan Pavilion, the tit-for-tat monarch and his ministers knelt and stood. Li Feng's hand tightly clasped the Nine Turn Panlong table, his veins jumped, and he said word by word: "Say it again."
After Gu Yun finished speaking, he realized that he should not contradict the emperor too much, so he immediately took a step back and said, "I will die."
Li Feng's face was livid, and he nervously turned the white jade ring between his fingers.
Gu Yun whispered again: "It's just a matter of the ancient Silk Road. It affects the whole body. Please consider it carefully, Your Majesty."
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