Di Ming

Chapter 158 The Sunny Side of Lishui
Xufu Street, Zhongshan Prince's Mansion, Zhongshan Garden.

Zhongshan Garden, also known as Xu Taifu Garden, is a family garden built by Xu Da. Its original name was Dongyuan. When Emperor Zhengde made his southern tour, he visited Dongyuan to enjoy the scenery and fish.

The garden later became a gathering place for the Xu family and other famous scholars from Jiangnan, such as Wang Shizhen, to enjoy poetry and wine, and was renamed Zhongshan Garden.

This is what later became known as Egret Island Park.

At this moment, Zhongshan Garden was filled with the sounds of birdsong and dancing, and was packed with distinguished guests. The young scholars of the Chrysanthemum Society were holding a poetry gathering.

Wang Ruifang, Dong Shi, and others were among the distinguished guests.

The organizer was Xu Hongji, the seventeen-year-old son of Xu Weizhi, the current Duke of Wei.

It is said that Xu Hongji will soon be designated as the heir to the Duke.

Therefore, although Xu Hongji was not one of the founders of the Chrysanthemum Society, he later rose to prominence and became one of the "Nine Leaders" of the Chrysanthemum Society, making him a big shot in the society.

So, Xu Hongji took advantage of the Dragon Boat Festival to hold an elegant gathering in the family garden, inviting the leaders of the Chrysanthemum Society to a banquet together.

It was called a poetry gathering, but no one actually wrote a single poem. The gathering consisted mostly of drinking, chatting, and watching singing and dancing.

It was more of a wine party and song party than a poetry gathering.

During the banquet, all nine young men wore mugwort wreaths and gardenia flowers in their hair, and were covered in cosmetics, exuding a strong fragrance.

The Zhongshan Prince's Mansion was indeed grand in scale.

Let alone the delicacies laid out on the table, the fine wines and sumptuous food, all of which are extravagant for a time. Just the gold cups and chopsticks, the silver bowls and jade plates, truly embody unparalleled wealth.

Even the singers and dancers at the banquet were all beauties with both talent and looks, rare beauties unlike those ordinary women.

This demonstrates the extravagance of the Prince of Zhongshan's mansion.

Wang Shu lightly waved his folding fan and laughed, "Brother Xu, I've heard that the Prince of Zhongshan's mansion is full of beauties, hundreds of them. It's truly well-deserved. It really reflects the rich heritage of the Duke's mansion."

Xu Hongji didn't catch the sarcasm in the other person's voice; instead, he was somewhat smug and pointed to a group of beautiful singers, saying:
"I've heard that Li Chengliang of Liaodong keeps two thousand courtesans, but I don't know if it's true or not. Even if the Li family really does have two thousand courtesans, they're probably just ordinary girls, not as good as the singers and dancers in my family."

Dong Shi laughed and said, "Of course. Your residence has the airs of a prince's mansion, how can it be compared to Li Chengliang, that soldier from beyond the Great Wall?"

Although the Xu family held the title of Duke, their residence was built to the standards of a royal mansion and had been called a royal mansion for over two hundred years.

Xu Da was posthumously granted the title of Prince of Zhongshan. Being posthumously granted the title of prince meant he was a prince, and his ancestral home could enjoy the standards of a prince's residence.

Upon hearing this, Xu Hongji couldn't help but feel a little smug.

He believed that he would inherit the title of Prince of Zhongshan in the future.

Dong Shi, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, gazed upon a captivating woman and, in his intoxication, clapped his hands and sang:
"In the north, there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent; one glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation..."

Wang Ruifang nodded and recited: "Phoenix eyes half-curved, hiding amber; red lips, like a cherry."

Xu Jie's grandson, Xu Yuanjin, also recited with admiration: "Even the lotus cannot compare to the beauty's makeup; the breeze from the water palace carries the fragrance of pearls and jade."

The host, Xu Hongji, was eager to please these bookworms, so he generously smiled and said:
"Although Xia Niang and the others are of humble appearance and will fall in autumn, they are fortunate to be liked by you gentlemen. Tonight, let Xia Niang and the others serve you in bed."

Although he came from the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion, which had been established over two hundred years ago, and was extremely wealthy and noble, he felt somewhat inferior in front of Wang Ruifang and other scions of distinguished and aristocratic families.

He was afraid that Wang Ruifang and others wouldn't include him in literary circles.

This was also the awkward situation for the Dukes of Wei throughout history.

Duke Wei had always wanted to leave the military and enter the literary world, to enjoy leisurely drinking and singing with scholars. However, the scholars tricked the Prince of Zhongshan into hosting a banquet with gold and silver, and while they were happy to freeload, they secretly looked down on the Prince of Zhongshan.

Although the Prince of Zhongshan's mansion was very powerful, it had always been a one-sided love affair with the civil officials.

The aristocratic families have mistreated me a thousand times, yet I still love them as if they were my first love.

Wang Ruifang pretended to wave her folding fan, saying, "Brother Xu, how could we possibly take what others love? We appreciate your kindness."

Despite saying that, his gaze lingered intensely on Xia Niang and the others, like a hook and a drill.

Xia Niang and the others blushed, inwardly cursing.

Bah! This young master looks so refined, how come he's so lecherous?
Xu Hongji laughed and said, "Friends can share a concubine, let alone a singing girl? Brother Ju, why should you refuse? Tonight, in this garden, you should pluck the flower branch."

Xu Yuanjin, however, didn't pretend and clapped his hands, saying:
"The phoenix flies, its feathers fluttering. I am neither a virtuous man like Liu Xiahui nor a man of Lu. This joy of simple pleasures and the delight of flying together are also what a gentleman would enjoy. If I were to refuse Brother Xu's kindness, I would be losing my true nature."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded and smiled.

Wang Ruifang replied, "Since you are so kind as to refuse, I will stay here tonight and enjoy the company of the pleasure quarters."

"It won't be too late to go to the painted boats on the Qinhuai River tomorrow night. I heard that a group of beautiful and charming Yangzhou slender horses have come this time. We can go and groom them, be gentle and considerate grooms, and win the first prize."

Wang Shu's eyes widened. "Second Uncle, are we going to Qinhuai again to be a groom? We've spent a lot of money on Qinhuai River in the last six months!"

"If each of us nine were to hire a courtesan, the headdress, jewelry, wedding banquet, and opening ceremony fee... would cost at least a thousand taels of silver per night."

Everyone knows that courtesans charge high prices. And the courtesans in the top brothels and pleasure boats on the Qinhuai River charge even higher prices.

Before one can enter the bridal chamber and drink the first soup, one must present a "betrothal gift," hold a "wedding banquet," and drink "nuptial wine."

That's much more expensive than catering to ordinary women's businesses. It's a den of iniquity.

For the past six months or so, Wang Ruifang has been going to the Qinhuai River to be a groom, and the public funds in the Chrysanthemum Society's account have been spent like water, amounting to more than 10,000 taels.

Wang Shu wasn't concerned about the money; after all, it was public funds from the Chrysanthemum Society, sponsored by wealthy merchants and paid by members, not his own money.

But spending money like this might draw criticism.

"Haha!" Xu Yuanjin laughed loudly, "Tonight we'll sleep among the flowers and willows, tomorrow we'll moor our boats on the Qinhuai River. If we indulge in such revelry every night, I'm afraid some people will look at us with disdain and say that we are indulging in pleasure and neglecting our morals."

His words sounded like self-deprecation, but they were actually a sarcastic jab at others who were envious of his and his ilk's carefree and romantic lifestyle.

These "big shots" of the Chrysanthemum Society, though still young, without official rank or titles, have already surpassed their predecessors in their pursuit of pleasure, with each generation better than the last.

Xu Hongji said, "The grandson of the Duke of Wang is here, the nephew of Grand Secretary Wang is here, the grandson of Duke Xu Wenzhen is also here... Oh, and I am the son of the Duke of Wei."

"We are all in the Chrysanthemum Society, so virtue resides in the Chrysanthemum Society! Truth resides in the Chrysanthemum Society!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ruifang and the others nodded perfunctorily, but in their hearts they despised Xu Hongji's aristocratic demeanor.

It's incredibly tacky and a complete eyesore!

Is it appropriate to say these things directly? It's truly an insult to civility!
Are our principles and virtues diminished simply because of the official positions and power of our elders?
Is our virtue not due to our gentlemanly conduct, not due to our compassion for the world?
Hmph, if it weren't for needing the military power of the Prince of Zhongshan's mansion, would we be playing with you?

Xu Hongji had no idea that his words would be looked down upon by Wang Ruifang and the others.

Seeing everyone nod, he waved his hand and said, "Tomorrow we'll go to the Qinhuai River. I'll take care of all the money. You gentlemen, just be the grooms!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ruifang and the others indeed became even more amiable towards him.

Xu Hongji didn't feel like he was at a disadvantage. Not only did he have plenty of money, but... moreover, the Xu family also had business dealings in the top brothels on the Qinhuai River!

If it's worth it to buy the trust of Wang Ruifang and others, then it's worth it.

Xu Hongji added, "I heard that the three Yuan brothers from the Public Security Bureau and Master Zibo are coming to Nanjing. If we can invite the four of them to the gathering, the Chrysanthemum Society will surely gain great prestige."

Just as Xu Hongji was speaking, a manager suddenly appeared, peeking out with an awkward smile, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What is it?" Xu Hongji frowned. "Say it here. They are not outsiders."

The steward had no choice but to say, "Second Young Master, Fourth Young Master was punished with a year of solitary study, and today his term is up. He told the guard he wanted to leave the Repentance Tower. The guard asked Second Young Master whether to let him go or not?"

The steward was in a bit of a dilemma, otherwise he wouldn't have come to find the second young master.

Last year, Xu Bangrui, who was old and frail, was implicated in a major case of theft and sale of firearms. He was reprimanded by Hai Rui and impeached.

Soon the imperial edict came down. Although he was not punished, he was ordered to pass the title to his son Xu Weizhi on the grounds that he was muddle-headed and incompetent.

So, the elderly Xu Bangrui settled down at Baoguo Temple to recuperate and stopped worrying about household affairs.

After inheriting the title, Xu Weizhi held great power and was complacent, spending all his time in the garrison headquarters handling so-called "official business".

As a result, the household chores were handed over to the second son, Xu Hongji, who was most likely to inherit the title.

Now, the old Duke is at Baoguo Temple outside the city, the current Duke is inspecting troops outside, and his wife has returned home for the Dragon Boat Festival. The huge Zhongshan Prince's Mansion is now in the hands of Xu Hongji.

If the person in charge doesn't come to ask him, then who should he ask?
We can't keep Fourth Young Master Xu Xiaobai locked up after the expiration date.

Xu Hongji wished he could kick the manager to death.

Is your mother blind? Why would you say something like that in front of outsiders?
Damn it!

You've told me, should I let him go or not?

I really don't want to let him go. Xu Xiaobai was once very much favored by my grandfather, and he is still a contender for the title.

If they don't let go, Wang Ruifang and others might say that they lack filial piety and brotherly love!

Just as Xu Hongji was in a dilemma, Dong Shi very sensibly said:

“Brother Xu, although you want to release your brother, the Duke and the Lady are not here. It is not appropriate for you to announce your own death.”

Xu Hongji feigned reluctance and nodded, saying, "That's true. We'll wait until the adults return before discussing it further."

Upon hearing this, the manager couldn't help but secretly groan.

So they're keeping Young Master Bai locked up.

Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, being locked up for a few more days wouldn't be a problem. But now it's the Dragon Boat Festival, a day considered unlucky.

Young Master Bai is still locked up in the Repentance Tower, so he can't come out to dispel the bad luck of the Dragon Boat Festival, which may be bad for his fortune!
The person in charge dared not object and could only accept the order and leave.

When everyone was flushed and the dishes were in disarray, Xu Hongji dismissed the singers and dancers, and the music and instruments were also taken off.

Those present were all high-ranking members of the Chrysanthemum Society, ranked among the "Nine Elites," with no other members, only their respective trusted pageboys serving them.

This is an important matter that needs to be discussed in secret.

Dong Shi spoke first: "The Grand Master will arrive at Nanyong on the ninth day of the fifth month. At that time, Zhu Yin will be like a grasshopper in autumn. As a student of the Imperial Academy, he dared to write a rebellious poem, and his future will be ruined."

"By then, he'll be a dead tiger, not a tiger cub. When he falls from grace, that overconfident Xuan Society will scatter like monkeys when the tree falls, and who in Nanyong will dare to disobey!"

Xu Jinyuan said, "He dares to oppose us because he has the backing of the dealer, and he has set up the Propaganda Society to compete with us."

"Although he is young, he is very good at winning people's hearts. I underestimated him last year."

“If he doesn’t get rid of him, those ignorant scholars from Nanyong will sooner or later be bewitched by him and join the Xuan Society.”

"A rabbit's tail won't last long." Wang Ruifang sneered, tapping her fan. "Why would I scheme against him for personal grudges? He has no enmity with me, so why would I do such a thing?"

"Some people think I'm jealous. What a joke! Is he even worthy of my jealousy? He doesn't deserve it!"

“I’m dealing with him because I’ve long seen that this kid is most good at bewitching people and forming cliques for personal gain. If he gains power in the future, he will definitely become a great villain like Yan Song and his son.”

"You should still remember. On his first day of class, he brought a baby girl with him, and the whole of Nanyong knew about it in no time. So much so that there was a so-called good story of 'bringing a sister to school,' which won the favor of many ignorant people."

"As soon as he arrived in Nanyong, Shang Yang, Mo Shao, Han Shang, and others took him as a close friend. He wasn't the son of a high-ranking official, yet after only half a year of enrollment, he already had a large group of close associates! This is outrageous!"

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

But everyone knows that these are just excuses from Wang Ruifang.

Wang Ruifang wanted to deal with Zhu Yin for no other reason than jealousy and hatred.

Of course, they also wanted Zhu Yin to suffer.

As the nine discussed their plan, the pageboys brewed tea and poured water. Several of them had strange expressions and shifty eyes. The pageboys accompanying the scions of wealthy families were their personal servants, who could not be separated from them for even a moment.

The pageboy had to carry all the necessary items, including writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, books, silver coins, bronze mirrors, combs, tinder, cosmetics, seals, toothpicks, ear picks, name cards, and potent medicines.

Young gentlemen, who value elegance and freedom, would not carry a bag; at most, they would carry a fan.

A pageboy is not only a luggage that follows his master everywhere, but also serves his master in all aspects of life, including food, clothing, shelter, and sleep.

Even when doing *that* kind of thing... sometimes he needs to use his page to vent his frustrations!
Since they couldn't live without the constant service of their pageboys, they couldn't hide many secrets from them.

Therefore, the pageboy was naturally their most trusted confidant.

However, what the nine people didn't expect was that several of the pageboys present had already become informants controlled by the Records Office.

These pageboys had to report on everything, big or small, regularly, and verify each other's reports.

However, neither of them knew that the other was a spy.

If someone lies, and the intelligence doesn't match up, then things will be disastrous.

With Zhu Yin, Wang Ruifang and the others had absolutely no secrets. Even their powerful family was quickly losing its secrets.

The elders of Wang Ruifang and others also began to be placed under surveillance by the Records Office.

After discussing important matters for a while, the group started playing mahjong.

The big shots at the Chrysanthemum Society like mahjong.

Wang Ruifang laughed and said, "If we lose, we'll put it on the Chrysanthemum Society's public account! If we win, it's ours. That way, we can have a good time and nobody will be afraid of losing!"

Since the establishment of the Chrysanthemum Society, the "leaders" such as Wang Ruifang have been using public funds for all their eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, and they are having a great time.

It feels so good to squander public funds.

Xu Hongji, eager to curry favor, tactfully said, "I'm the host. If I lose, I can't take public funds; I'll take my own money!"

After saying that, he ordered his page, "Go and get me five hundred taels of silver. I'm not afraid to lose today!"

…………

On the sunny side of Lishui.

At the Zhu Family Manor, rice flowers are in full bloom, and dragonflies are flying around.

While Wang Ruifang and others were feasting and gambling, Zhu Yin and other members of the Propaganda Society were not idle either.

One by one, they took off their long blue robes and put on brown work clothes, rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs, and weeded in the rice fields.

Many of the Zhu family's tenant farmers looked on with great curiosity as they watched the scholarly men working in the fields.

The young master is truly a bodhisattva.

Not only did he greatly reduce their burden under the guise of holiday rewards, but he also had no airs of a nobleman and even went to the fields himself to help them with their work.

In early May, the rice plants are lush and green, with slender seedlings that look very pleasing to the eye.

This year is a good year.

Zhu Yin wore a straw hat, his little feet bare, stepping on the soft mud, holding a weed rake, his little face speckled with mud.

But he worked very diligently. Every now and then, he would straighten his back.

Farm work is really tiring.

The rice seedlings were taller than him, and the rice leaves brushed against his skin, causing intense itching.

In the rice paddies, there are also small creatures such as leeches, horseflies, tadpoles, and loaches.

Of course, there are also frogs croaking and jumping high.

Shang Yang, Gu Qiyuan, and others did not complain and worked diligently.

The head of the cooperative, Zhu Yin, was only eleven years old, yet he was already weeding in the fields. If they complained, wouldn't they feel ashamed?

This is also one of the tenets of the Propaganda Society. Members of the Propaganda Society must be pragmatic and hardworking, and should be close to agriculture and martial arts.

Every year, members of the Propaganda Society should go to the fields to experience the hardships of farmers and the difficulties of farming, and also get close to military affairs to understand the hardships of soldiers and the difficulties of guarding the frontier.

Otherwise, do not join the Propaganda Society.

This is one of the reasons why scholars from wealthy families were very resistant to the Xuan Society.

Zhu Yin had been working for half an hour and was already covered in sweat. He felt the scorching sun.

Suddenly, he felt an unbearable pain and itching in his calf. When he reached out to touch it, he found a leech that had been sucking the blood of the child prodigy.

Zhu Yin picked up the leech and laughed, "Mr. Leech, you've had your fill of the child prodigy's blood today, your intelligence must be awakened, you'll at least be able to become an official."

"But I have been drained of my blood by you. If I fail the provincial examination this year, I can only blame you."

Gu Qiyuan and the others were all like Wan'er. They didn't care about being sucked blood by leeches again.

Why would someone so young say, "Although my family is poor, I am only twenty years old and today I have just started working in the fields and experiencing the hardships my parents have endured"?

“Child Tiger, I should thank you.”

After speaking, he took off his straw hat, held a rake in his hand, and bowed respectfully to Zhu Yin.

Gu Qiyuan wiped his sweat and sighed, "And what about me? I started school at the age of five, and from then on I never lifted a finger to work in the fields. Only after I turned twenty did I realize how difficult farming is. How bitter is the life of an ordinary person!"

The most ashamed was Shangyang, who was already fifty years old, and said with tears in his eyes and choked with emotion:

“My two virtuous brothers are young and can still make amends, but I am fifty years old and can no longer make amends.”

"It's truly shameful to admit. My family is poor, and we have no food without farming. Yet today, I'm actually working in the fields for the first time."

"Thinking back to those days, my father plowed the fields and my mother planted rice seedlings and weeded. Facing the yellow earth and with their backs to the blue sky, it is all so vivid in my mind, as if it were yesterday."

"To allow me to focus on my studies, my late father and mother forbade me to do any work. Their earnest expectations and voices are still vivid in my memory."

"I am lazy and ignorant of the five grains, and now that I am approaching fifty, I have accomplished nothing. I wish to care for my parents, but they are no longer there. The sorrow of the passing of time is truly heart-wrenching."

With tears streaming down his face, Shang Yang bowed to Zhu Yin, saying, "Young Tiger can be my teacher. Please accept my bow!"

Han Shang and the others, thinking of their parents, were also deeply moved and bowed to the young tiger.

Zhu Yin led them to work in the fields, and they truly benefited greatly.

They were able to become students because their families supported their education from a young age. Although most of them came from poor families, they rarely farmed themselves.

With tears in his eyes, Zhu Yin returned the greeting with clasped hands, saying, "I am ashamed! I dare not accept the courtesy from you gentlemen. I believe that the emperor has the ceremony of personally plowing the fields, and the empress has the ceremony of personally tending silkworms; how much more should we!"

"Although I started farming early, my parents passed away long ago. I have been wandering around and have no idea what my parents look like."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned somber.

The tenant farmers on the sunny side of Lishui were deeply moved when they saw this group of scholars exchanging greetings in the fields.

But soon, the group of bookish scholars continued to bend over and work diligently.

The tenant farmers looked up at the blue sky, and for some reason, the white clouds seemed closer, which made them feel much more at ease.

Zhu Yin removed a large pile of barnyard grass, walked onto the ridge, and laid the grass out to dry on the stones.

He stood on the riverbank like a small farmer, gazing at the gently flowing Lishui River, and said to the crowd:

"Tomorrow, we will play archery on willow branches here on the sunny side of Lishui and pay tribute to Qu Yuan."

"Both scholars and farmers are welcome to participate."

Several water buffaloes mooed as they ran across the field ridges to drink water by the Lishui River.

Looking at the frolicking water buffalo and the hardworking tenant farmers, Zhu Yin suddenly smiled through his tears.

...

On the hillside of the manor in Lishui, mulberry leaves are lush and green, and laughter fills the air.

Ning Caiwei also changed into a short dress for picking mulberry leaves, wore a straw hat, carried a bamboo basket, and picked mulberry leaves with a group of farm girls.

There were also many elderly women with white hair and hunched backs, leaning on a cane in one hand and picking mulberry leaves in the other.

Sunlight filtered through the mulberry leaves, illuminating their weathered, wrinkled faces.

One of the older women turned her head, looked at Ning Caiwei and the others, and smiled, revealing her missing teeth:
"That's wonderful. We were like this decades ago, and now we're all old."

Along with Ning Caiwei, other women picking mulberry leaves included Ding Hongying, Gu Hongxiu, Xue Susu, and Galuo.

Ding Hongying teased, "Aunt Ning, I think you shouldn't be picking mulberry leaves, and Uncle Hu shouldn't be farming either."

Ning Caiwei asked with a smile, "Why is that?"

Ding Hongying ate a mulberry and said seriously:

"Aunt Ning's name is Caiwei, it should be Caiwei. Uncle Hu is a tiger, he doesn't need to farm, tigers don't eat vegetables."

Ning Caiwei rolled her eyes. "You're such a chatterbox. Hurry up and pick some mulberries; you've been eating nothing but mulberries."

Having read books, Gu Hongxiu plucked a handful of mulberry leaves, then picked a mulberry and stuffed it into her lips, reciting an ancient poem:

"At dawn they went to pick mulberry leaves, and at dusk they went to pick mulberry leaves again, and the clouds threatened to rain. The mulberry leaves were lush and the cold dew was on their eyebrows. The mulberry branches were crooked and torn their clothes. The eldest wife forgot the hunger of the silkworms every year, while the youngest wife hurriedly urged the leaves to be harvested... The red pavilion was illuminated by the rising sun, and the youngest wife did not recognize the mulberry tree with its silk robe."

As Ding Hongying listened to Gu Hongxiu recite the ancient poems, she always felt that Gu Hongxiu was mocking her.

Poor thing, she didn't understand poetry and couldn't appreciate it. She could only snort and say, "Pretentious affectation, a turtle chanting scriptures."

Ning Caiwei couldn't help but smile upon hearing this. Although Hongying doesn't study, she's not stupid.

But just as she was about to speak, her gaze suddenly sharpened.

A familiar face has arrived, hehe.

Ning Caiwei pointed and said to Gu Hongxiu, "Look, two people who truly don't know what a mulberry tree is have arrived."

When Gu Hongxiu and the others looked up, they saw two gorgeously dressed, graceful young girls, surrounded by several maids, slowly approaching, their skirts billowing.

However, the two girls did not go up the hillside; they simply stood at the foot of the slope, looking up at the lush mulberry grove and shading their eyes with their hands.

One of them asked, "Cousin, what are they doing? Are they picking mulberries?"

The other one gently shook her head. "I don't know either, maybe it's from picking mulberry leaves. Is this a mulberry tree? It's quite pretty."

The two women glanced at it only once before gracefully walking up the riverbank.

Two delicate and youthful figures stood gracefully on the sunny side of Lishui, their reflections like a painting.

The two women looked at Zhu Yin in the rice paddies below the riverbank and called out in a soft, clear voice:

"Chikatsuki! You actually went down to the fields yourself? Quickly wash your feet and get ashore."

"Hey! Isn't it dirty? You're a gentleman!"

P.S.: Someone messaged me yesterday saying they like Zhuang Shu, hahaha! He's serious, saying he likes Zhuang Shu. Thanks, goodnight! The two sides will face off tomorrow, don't rush.

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