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... ns, inks, paper and inkstones, and rest in a room specially prepared for these servant boys next door.

Su Yu entered the classroom and slowly put the things that should be on the table on the table and the things that should be on the inside of the desk.

This desk was drawn by Gu Fei and made by craftsmen. It is very similar to the desks of later generations, but it is much larger than the desks of later generations.

 After all, pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and paperweight ...

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