Twenty-four years of Longqing.

March 29.

Li Ping'an was lying on the bed, with a hot towel on his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, and he coughed violently from time to time, looking like he was about to die.

Lu Jing sat on the edge of the bed, scooped a spoonful of decoction, blew and said.

"Sir, it's time to take your medicine...

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