Moreover, the dignitaries and nobles in Beijing, as well as the talented people, are also proud to be able to eat a hot pot here.

The only private room on the third floor of this hot pot restaurant was left by Li Xiao for himself.

The three of them were eating hot pot while looking at the heavy snow outside the window, and the goose-featherlike snow was floating outside.

"What kind of poetry can be worthy of such a snowy scene?"

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"The First Prince of Daliang" Chapter 39 The beauty is in the arms is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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