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简介：It was already the third watch, but the candlelight was still brightly lit in the Nuan Pavilion at the back. Emperor Chongzhen was leaning on the imperial desk, writing and reviewing memorials. The candlelight illuminated his face, and the melancholy on his face and the white hair on his temples became increasingly clear. , faintly, it seems that you can still hear the sighs and injustice in his heart.