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Snow is falling, white is mixed with a little red, and the temperature seems to be lower than usual.
There are snow-white traces everywhere in the endless palace, as if to show people how cold the climate here is.
The sky is gray, and God occasionally plays a naughty joke on people, showing his sunny side to people on the ground. The warmth spilled on the ground tells people that the sky is not gray and his eyes are not melancholy.
On the magnificent and solemn Hongluan Hall, the ministers of Qi You Empire stood neatly, and the harsh climate of the twelfth lunar month could be seen everywhere outside the hall. Although the stove in the temple made the temperature in the temple rise to a warm level, the only person lying on the emperor's chair in the temple at this time, wearing the highest gold-mixed dark green clothes, seemed to want to embarrass the ministers below, and the faint chill on the cold and handsome face prompted the temperature to drop rapidly.
All the ministers standing on both sides seem to be afraid that those who do wrong in the emperor's chair will be punished. They kept pressing down hard, trying to get a little inner peace by drilling their heavy heads into their chests. Almost all the hanging hands can't stand the falling temperature of the temples, and slowly a little bit of trembling is visible to the naked eye.
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