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... Zhao Douan, half-reclined and listlessly leaning in the carriage.
The horse-drawn carriage was quietly parked on the stone-paved road.
The wind-blocking curtain of the carriage was flung open wide, and there in Zhao Douan's hand was still a few volumes of Mr. Zhengyang's annotated Confucian texts. Setting down the books, he revealed a smile:
"Mr. Song, Old Sir, how has your health been?"
Seeing the "little King Yan," the favorite of the empress, Mr. Song, around ...
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