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... eeding their horses in the courtyard.
It was the last third of the first month of the lunar year. The weather was very pleasant, neither too sunny nor too cold. A gentle spring breeze blew, making the old trees outside the door rustle softly. It was very comfortable.
The woman eyed Song You's horse. “Doesn’t your horse need reins?”
“The horse is obedient.”
“And no saddle either.”
“I don’t ride it.”
“How interesting...”
The woman continued t ...
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