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My sprite tyrant.
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The first seven days of September in the 27th year of the Great Opium Calendar, at three o'clock in the morning, Emperor Chongwu, as usual, sat in the dragon chair at the top of the Emperor's head, listening to the ministers underneath, but in his head he was thinking that today was the person's birthday, and he had prepared a gift that he didn't know if she would like it or not. <br />Thinking of that person's sound sleep in the morning, Chongwu emperor can not help but hang a smile on the corner of his mouth. <br /> the bottom of the courtiers see this situation, can not help but cold sweat: this face on the...