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... en the white-haired Murong Longtu returned, he brought a pot of wine by himself, not a fine wine, but a branch of spring from Jiangnan. What made it valuable was the surprise that it could even be found here, which delighted Murong Longtu.
The old man poured himself a cup of wine and sat alone under the tree, drinking in the moonlight.
The bright moon was in the sky, a veil-like moonlight cascading down, casting the old man’s shadow in another place, as if it too were raising a c ...
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