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... ross the small river, light drizzle falling down, multiplying. The moist fresh green on both sides of the river, the tip of the pengus, the rain and the mist, a white robe The woman stood at the bow of the boat, with a white and flawless long sword hanging from her waist, looking forward.
Qin Keqing, who seemed to be drawn with brush and ink, held a list in her hand. After reading it quietly, she turned around slowly and said to the ferryman: "Turn around, I won't go to the capital!"
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