Duofu felt he needed to work and act cute for a while, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand it if he fell out of favor later.
He is now a cute little puppy with a woven coat in the Forbidden City.
He supports himself through his own work every day, and he feels that his job is pretty good.
Every day, she acts cute, makes a few high-pitched calls, and then gives a cute head tilt.
The work for the day was almost finished.
Duofu thought about it and realized that since he got a permanent position, he had been diligent and hardworking every day without slacking off.
Duofu kept nodding his head, his face full of agreement. It was time for him to go to work again.
He's going to act cute for the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen.
Fourth Prince Yinzhen looked at Duofu, who was rubbing against his leg, and listened to his little barking. His eyes were filled with excitement, and he couldn't resist picking him up and holding him in his arms.
The little hand touched Duofu's back, from top to bottom, and then touched his little chin.
Duofu couldn't help but bark in comfort, its little short tail wagging wildly behind it.
"It feels so good, touch it a little further down."
Duofu squinted his eyes, enjoying the caresses of the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen.
This is him at this moment.
It's still a very happy little dog.
Since realizing that he was just an ordinary puppy, Duofu no longer had the habit of getting up in the middle of the night to pry open the window.
It was so painful.
He said it would be great if it worked, but all he got was cold air.
It was still the cold wind blowing through the Forbidden City in winter, carrying snow. It was so cold that even though he was wearing a thick fur coat, he couldn't keep out the ancient wind and snow.
I really don't know how the poor survived in ancient times. In the small room where the Fourth Prince Yinzhen slept, four braziers had to be lit every night to keep the room warm.
What about the poor families?
How did they manage to survive?
Were the poor people in ancient times?
Thicker skin won't work.
Duofu leaned his head down there, where it was warmer, and his eyes were drooping, eventually falling asleep.
Duofu's thoughts traveled far and wide; he kept thinking about it.
How did poor families in ancient times survive the cold winter?
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