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... g flowers of the fourth month, but here, it was still the most beautiful season for plum blossoms. The fragrance of the blossoms wafted about, mixing with the fragrance of wine. It was impossible to resist indulging. Next to the plum tree, there was a person dressed in a white robe sitting under the moon. Next to the plum tree, he raised a cup made of white jade, took a sip, and gently narrowed his eyes. He looked as if he was getting drunk.

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