virtuous king

In midwinter, approaching New Year’s Eve, the cold wind mixed with heavy snow was shaving people’s faces like knives. I stood in the central air vent of the yard with my arms around the stove and folded my sleeves. With a pale face, I swept around the thirty or so kneeling people in the yard who were silent like cicadas. I couldn’t bear it. I yawned.

The feeling of being dragged up early in the morning to deal with housework is really...sleepy, so sleepy, really hungry and cold.

"Your Highness, look..."

I stood here for about half an hour without speaking, and my face was getting bluer and greener. The housekeeper next to me was so frightened that he asked in a low voice, shaking his legs. "Your Highness, do you still have to deal with it?"

I really wanted to tell the butler that my face was green from freezing, not from anger, and tell him not to be afraid, but as soon as I looked over at the butler, the guy fell to his knees with a plop.

"The slave knows that His Highness is not resting well and is angry, slave... slave..."

Well, the butler was so frightened by my stare that he couldn't even speak a whole sentence.

"Shut up." I was so quarreled with a headache that I didn't even have the strength to get angry. "What a big deal, isn't it that little sixteen and old eight have an affair? Give me some money and put it together. What's the deal with it?"

The housekeeper kneeling under his feet gasped. "His Highness, His Highness wants to release people?"

I nodded, waved my sleeves and turned back to the room. I left them with an unrestrained and unrestrained view, but I felt a kind of tragic emotion in my heart.

Alas, the male favorites and concubines raised in my mansion can get together, I am afraid there is no more exotic green hat than this in the world-King Yama, it is hard for you to find such a wonderful thing as the Ninth Prince for me to revive.

The author has something to say:

Waking up at 05:30 every day is really sleepy, really sleepy...

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