Du Shaoran didn't say anything, his eyes looked at the servants who followed behind Wu Lin, all of them were also gray-faced, passing through them, Du Shaoran's eyes looked at the fields, only to see that the land that had been ploughed had been ploughed, and the dry ones had become mud eggs, and it seemed that the crops had not been planted. "General, you have been tired of traveling, and your humble post has prepared a place for you to rest." Wu Lin spoke respectfully. Du Shaoran turned sideways slightly, glanced back at him, and then...

"A courtier, a concubine" 48, Dong Qiu continued to be infected with the plague is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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