After a short rest in the teahouse, Zhu Houzhao set out for the palace at 11:00 p.m.
The stars are shining above my head and the moon is like a silver plate.
People were coming and going in the Lantern Festival, shoulder to shoulder, illuminated by candles, like a long dragon.
It was a rare opportunity to leave the palace. As I walked on the road, I looked around and felt quite reluctant to leave.
"It's getting late, and the night wind is getting colder. It's not a good idea to stay any longer." Logan Yang held a lantern and handed a scallion pancake to Zhu Houzhao. "Your Majesty - if - you want to go out again, there will always be a chance in the future."
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