It was late at night.

Although it is already summer, the climate in Kyoto is cooler in the morning and evening.

At this moment, there was a gust of wind blowing through the hall in the Buddhist hall, so cold that even the fire candles seemed to be shivering.

There was no cushion under her knees and no cloak on her body, but Xiahou Zhi did not show any resentment or grievances, and only knelt quietly, like a stone sculpture.

No temperature, no emotion.

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Chapter 197 of "East Palace Zangjiao" I beg your queen mother is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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