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Shang Qinghua was tired. It was a regular day of serving his king. Not that he did much other than talk with his king anyways. But still, existing is tiring enough!
Shang Qinghua shuffled over to his bed, plopped down on the cool, fluffy wool blanket without a care in the world, and instantly feel asleep.
For Shang Qinghua, it was a peaceful night. He dreamt simply of having a picnic with his king. Lovely. He likes picnics. Almost as much as he likes sunflower seeds.
Goodnight Shang Qinghua. Have sweet dreams!