When night fell, the stars and moon were dark, the stratus clouds were rolling, and darkness was heavy and shrouded in the sky over Hanyang City, and from time to time you could see the fleeing people sleeping on the streets on the long streets.

However, in contrast, the imperial city is more and more dazzling, the palace lights inside and outside the palace are dazzling, the dark fragrance is pervasive, and the magnificent hall from time to time comes out of the sound of warblers and swallows, the sound of silk bamboo and pipa, the hall is full of absurdity......

On the desk, all kinds of delicacies have been prepared, Mu Yan reclined on the chair and knelt on his side......

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