First Minister of Ming Dynasty

After several days of boiling, except for eating, drinking and going to the toilet, he didn't leave the house, he just lowered his head and worked hard to write. Finally, in front of Zhang Ximeng, there was a manuscript with tens of thousands of words. After checking it one by one, after confirming that it was correct, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"I want to be better, but it's not something I can do now."

After Zhang Ximeng said this, he stumbled to his feet and threw himself on the bamboo bed beside him. He didn't take off his clothes.

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