"Practice?" What practice? This confused me. Congxiang is leaving? Married? Or to die for the country and be sent to "harmony"? Countless pictures flashed in my mind to explain what the emperor's father called "practice". The more I thought about it, the more I felt pity for her.

"yu'er, yu'er......" The shoulder was lightly bumped, and everyone came back to the table with the emperor's father. There was only me who was confused, and the morning handsome pot which didn't move to wake me up.

I can't help but feel embarrassed when I look at the morning hot pot and the people who have been sitting around the seats.

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