Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 340 - 340: 208. Writing the End of the Spring and Au

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The autumn leaves were boundless, the autumn rain was boundless, and the ages were boundless.

The rain hit the mirror lake, wetting the stone steps in front of the threshold. It rushed into the study, causing the curtains to lift inward. It showed the appearance of the teacher writing furiously.

In the blink of an eye,

The children in the manor had all grown up.

He was originally eight or nine years old, but now he was eighteen or nineteen years old. He had reached the age where he was full of vigor and beca a newborn calf.