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... ords and then he could write.
In addition, he was in a low position at the time, and he was not a **** with a pen, so what documents or drafts he needed to write for the master could be seen in the past.
Not to mention the art of calligraphy.
Yi Yao, who was studying ink beside her, widened her eyes: "Master, did you... make this poem?"
Chen Mo shook his head: "Yaoyao, how about this poem?"
Hearing that Chen Mo did not do it, Yi Yao breathed a sigh of relief, a ...
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