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In the dead of night, the stars and the moon are silent, and the Zhuihua Mountain Villa is silent.
Zhuihua Villa, located in the north, is full of forest landscapes, pavilions and fake ponds in the south of the Yangtze River. The carved Liang Yu looks like a northern country.
In the right corner of the villa, the fire flickered in a window, and a silhouette appeared from the window paper.
I can vaguely hear people in the room talking about it.
In front of the book case in the house, a middle-aged man with a moustache was writing carefully at his desk, and there were three long book posts next to him, on which were written the three characters of "flower picking post" in wild grass.
After writing the last word, the middle-aged man immediately picked up the book post and sighed at his own words: "My handwriting is so good that I admire myself. 」
Middle-aged people's words just fell, as if suddenly found something. Then he got up and flashed to the door, opened the door, and whispered respectfully, "I welcome the emperor." 」
In the dark night, I suddenly heard a helpless voice.
"I also said that I came unnoticed, but I still can't escape from the ears of Buddhism. As the voice dropped, a handsome middle-aged man in fine clothes came out.
The man with a moustache said with a smile, "I'm not good at kung fu. How could the emperor let several princes learn from me?" 」
This well-dressed middle-aged man is ...
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