[It's been written, and the power went out before it was sent.] 】

[Let's see how much of the manuscript is lost tomorrow morning.] 】

[Strive to make it all up before nine o'clock, sorry, sorry.] 】

More than half of the time.

The scorching sun hangs high, and everything is in full swing.

In the imperial study of the Zichen Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Emperor Zhengde sat majestically on the top dragon chair.

With an extremely calm face, he slowly flipped through the movement in his hand.

Completely ignored it

"Eight Years of Confinement, the Emperor Begs Me to Ascend the Throne" Chapter 493: Things are abnormal, and the bitter fruit of the test is being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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