At night, the clouds as black as ink obscured the bright moon in the sky. The howling north wind kept blowing, making a rattling of the frosty branches. The dilapidated temple door was blown with a rattling sound, a cold wind passed through the cracks in the wall and window lattices, and the white candles flickered a few times, which could illuminate the broken lame offering table in the ruined temple, and the layers of cobwebs under the gray gauze curtains that covered the eaves beams. And ...&hellip...

Chapter 45 of "Turning a General to Be a Minister": Let her go is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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