At this moment, Zhu Cijiong's eyes and voice were a little hollow. He looked at Li Shouqi emptyly, but what was reflected in the depth of his eyes was not the shadow of Li Shouqi, but the figure of Emperor Chongzhen on the dragon couch, who was about to run out of oil and lamps. ....
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