On duty.


    There were two rows of servants waiting at the door, all dressed in the lowest gray clothes.


    Everyone has inquired a long time ago that the new admiral has not yet received his official robes. When the time comes, he will see you wearing glamorous clothes, and he will feel jealous.


    The spring breeze in March is no longer cold, but the waiting servant''s heart is chilling.


    When a new official takes office, someone must be a chicken, maybe it is not pleasing to the eye, or maybe the right foot goes in the door, and then they are killed with a stick and fell into the well.


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