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... Weichen is ashamed."

"Difficult to get it?" Long Xiaoyuan raised an eyebrow.

Shi Qingshan sighed. "Stubborn, not open-minded, and somehow hostile to the court."

Long Xiaoyuan blinked. "So ..."

Shi Qingshan smiled bitterly. "The emperor, Wei Chen, there is no other way, to be honest, talking to that person ... it is easy to make people angry"

After hearing this from Shi Qingshan, to be honest, Long Xiaoyuan was really curious.

About to say something, Shi ...

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