Chapter 9 — The Eastern Palace Can No Longer Hold Me

The light is cold, the person is also cold. Every time we solve a problem, we have to think ahead, how to say it without making Quy Canh Hanh feel embarrassed. Now we don't need to think anymore. We can be fast, we can also be slow. Can be disassembled or broken. Bui Van Chu pushed the tea cup to my hand. "Tomorrow on leave, take her to Hong Lu Tu to see the tributes from other countries?" My eyes lit up. "Can you touch it?" He laughed. "Maybe." "What if it breaks?" He thought about it. "First check to see if there are old cracks." I laughed until I couldn't stop. He also bowed his head and smiled. Red candles burn quietly. Nine consecutive lines lie on the table, warm jade color. I reached out and plucked it, the lock rings gently touched each other, the sound was clear. This time, it didn't break. Don't besiege me anymore.