Emperor Alexander Qian nodded, stood up, and strode into the inner room. He left only a word from a distance, which floated over with the wind and then floated away in an instant.
"---My dear, remember the rest, but don't forget these few words..."
Love between mandarin ducks
Emperor Alexander Qian returned to the inner room. Nathaniel Shangguan sat under the window, holding his chin and teasing the parrot on the beam. The fire had gone out. He was wearing a simple white double-breasted robe, and a light gauze was wrapped around him, making him look like he was in a fog. It was the height of spring, and the chill was only a little bit, but he still wore a big fur ferret around his neck. Such luxury made the little figure look particularly frail and mean.
Emperor Alexander Qian frowned, Zhang Kuo's eyes moved, and after a while he silently brought up a fur coat and a bucket of pearls on a golden plate. Emperor Alexander Qian took it in his hand, walked over, wrapped the little guy up in his arms, and asked: "Does that handful of salt taste good?"
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