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... ngminghua County is adjacent to Shangjing, so it is a prosperous place. The city is full of shops and people.

Seeing that there was a stall performing shadow play on the side of the road, Mu Rongji pulled Jin Yunyuexuan into it. A **** cloth was pulled in front of the crowd, and a candle was lit behind the cloth. There was a young woman on the curtain, holding a bamboo basket, walking alone. She sang quietly with a high-pitched and clear voice: "The wild flowers fluttered in the wind, as ...

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