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... nd the prince, you're going to die!"
Su Qingan took out a pouch containing money from Gu Feibai's waist, took out pieces of silver, and threw one to the stall owner who was mourning Li, and the other to the little beggar.
"Keep it."
Both are overjoyed.
"My pears!" The stall owner held the silver in a cadence manner, "You have the money for the burial, you finally closed your eyes and died in the right place! Thank you Princess Zhaoyi, and the Prince of Nann ...
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