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After listening to a group of noisy ministers for more than an hour, the morning is finally over.
Resisting the urge to yawn, I tried to maintain the expression of facial paralysis. As usual, I asked the officials in the temple in a cold tone, "Who loves Qing?"
All ministers shook their heads.
Finally relieved.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and remained expressionless: "In that case, let's retreat from the DPRK."
Then he stood up from the emperor's chair, ignoring the sound of "retreating from the DPRK" loudly announced by the cabbage around him. He turned and walked away.
Walking on the way back to the dormitory, while no one was around-of course, not counting the cabbage that followed me-I relaxed and yawned. At the same time, I was always condescending, and I didn't know which ancestor was so abnormal-of course, I didn't want to disrespect my ancestors, but the ancestor who set this rule was too abnormal and too masochistic, and he also continued this masochistic spirit. You not only love to abuse yourself, but also your children and grandchildren-Ya actually set the morning time in the evening, which made me persevere before dawn, put down my beauty and climbed out of the hot bed, patiently sitting in front of a group of Rory's wordy ministers and listening to their nagging. ...
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