Yinguo Mansion.
The wind is cool in autumn, but the interior is warm. The long couch was near the window, and the red lacquered short table was filled with snacks and fruits. The half-adolescent was standing with his feet up and staring at the volu in his hand. The maidservant who stood there waiting for a mont, from ti to ti, winked at each other, or nodded, or secretly gestured, her eyes fluttering, not an honest ti. The young man was getting hooked, and suddenly a little girl ran in, and said, "Madam is here."
The faces of the people were one and one, and the maidservants stood quietly and stood quietly. The young master's legs were not shaking, and his bones were not soft anymore. Holding the book, he quickly drew out his personal shape. When the noble lady in the Huayi ca in, she saw such a picture of "frequent work in school".
Qin held her hand to sit on the couch, and the boy stood up and saluted, called "Mother
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