The clan leader, Henggui, was a son of the clan. In a small hidden town that he usually looked down upon, he not only nearly died, but he was also bound by a spell together with Ling Tingyu, the daughter of a minor official... Every harm done to Tingyu would be inflicted on him in the same magnitude.
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Another half month has passed, the days are getting longer and warmer, and the plantains are beginning to turn green. Slim jade leans on the long mat, the silk is replaced by silk, and rice beads and tassel hairpins are inserted diagonally in the bun. She was holding a book in her hand, as if she was sleeping, when she heard the gentle sound of water coming from under the window lattice. Tingyu leaned forward slightly, rubbed her eyes and touched her side. Sure enough, Danzhu was not there. She was also cold. She had been running for who knows how long.
Ping'er heard the movement and came over to roll up the curtain with a smile on her face. Tingyu followed her smile and looked out. There were a few more one-foot-long carps in the pond outside. Qianxi Wanzhu was lying on Goulan's side looking at each other. Not only that, but a tortoiseshell cat with a white background and a domed body climbed in from nowhere. It was facing away from them and stuck its tail into the water to fish.
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A few faint sounds of fishing flutes came from a distance and reached my ears... After Tingyu, there were twists and turns, and Huangyan passed through the mountains. The total number of days in Xinhui City was less than half a year, but I often thought of that small courtyard, and I just felt that the love was gone, and the good times were hard to come back.
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Highlights: traditional writing; ugly writing for novices, few drafts saved, updated from time to time.
Intention: Summarize after writing
