Chapter 589 I Want to Give You the Bright Moon Golden Elixir [Bonus Chapter of 7000 Words! Requesting Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!]
Outside the south gate of Donglin Temple.
After seeing off Ouyang Rong and Miss Aqing, they departed.
Master Shandao, with the young novice monk with beautiful hair, turned around and returned to the main hall.
"Master, why does Miss Aqing call Young Master Ouyang 'brother'? Isn't Miss Aqing's brother already gone?"
"These siblings are not the same as those siblings."
"Oh, so one is a blood relative and the other is a sworn brother?"
With a look of sudden realization, Xiu Fa asked.
"Yes and no."
"What's the meaning?"
The white-bearded old monk in black robes remained silent, then touched the shiny bald head of his disciple, whose expression seemed to indicate a lack of understanding.
Master Shandao still prefers the black monastic robe he wears, which he has worn for many years.
Last year, when he went to the capital to meet the emperor, the yellow and purple kasaya bestowed upon him by Empress Wei was even more magnificent, befitting his resounding title as a high-ranking monk who protected the country.
However, Master Shandao rarely wore it while living at Donglin Temple, except when attending Dharma assemblies, ribbon-cutting ceremonies, or grand events organized by the government.
"Hey, things down the mountain are really complicated, even more difficult than the scriptures."
Xiu scratched the back of her head.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, silly disciple, why do you always insist on a definitive definition? Must siblings necessarily be siblings, and must those who are not siblings necessarily not be siblings?"
Master Shandao's summary, with a nod and a shake of his head:
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."
Xiu Fa became increasingly confused: "Master, isn't this what the Taoist priest said?"
Master Shandao smiled and said, "Very well. The Buddha said, 'It cannot be spoken of, it cannot be spoken of.'"
With her head bowed in thought, she followed her master for a while, then suddenly remembered something and asked with a hint of joy:
"Master, Young Master Ouyang just said that our temple is his blessed land!"
"A blessed land..."
Master Shandao paused, looked ahead, and spoke calmly:
"Actually, he is the most important person to our temple."
Xiufa, unaware of her master's expression and misinterpreting the meaning, nodded vigorously in complete agreement:
“That’s right. Young Master Ouyang is such a high-ranking official now. With him protecting our temple, let’s see which of our Buddhist colleagues in Xunyang and Kuanglu Mountain dare to suppress us.”
“Master, Master, then we can finally go to Xunyang City, right? We agreed that we would go once the Donglin Buddha was finished. You just told Young Master Ouyang about it.”
"Okay, go."
Master Shandao came to his senses and softly agreed.
But then I heard her beautiful hair muttering behind me:
“Master, the Donglin Buddha was built by His Majesty for our Lotus Sect to promote the Lotus Sect’s Buddhist teachings. You are also a highly virtuous monk appointed by His Majesty. Why did you insist on leaving Xunyang City after returning from the capital and staying at our Donglin Temple?”
"Shouldn't we go over and take a look, offer some guidance? Master is just ignoring it. What if they build the Buddha statue crookedly? That wouldn't conform to the rules of our Lotus Sect..."
Master Shandao shook his head:
"Who said it was built for our Lotus Sect?"
"Ah, isn't it called the Donglin Buddha?"
"Have you forgotten what your master just said?"
"Cannot be discussed? Hmm, alright."
Her hair looked a little droopy and dejected.
"We'll go after it's built. We can't get involved before it's fully operational."
"Master, are you referring to the people who came from the capital last time, and the subsequent relocation of Xingzifang?"
"It cannot be said."
"All right……"
Master Shandao glanced back at his young disciple's expression, and he knew perfectly well what his disciple was thinking.
He tapped his fingers, giving the shiny little bald head a gentle tap.
"The world is full of temptations, and I shouldn't have taken you to Luodu. You still miss it when we got back, and you keep thinking about going back to Xunyang City."
She covered her head with both hands, looking aggrieved, and said:
"Master, the female benefactors in Luoyang are indeed beautiful and know how to dress. Tell me, how come there are so many colorful clothes in the world? Each of them is more stylish than the last..."
Master Shandao's face was stern:
“I told you not to look at what you shouldn’t, but you still did. Go back and copy the ‘Infinite Life Sutra’ ten times and hand it in another day.”
Xiufa muttered, "But Master saw it too, didn't he? I only moved my eyes because I saw Master's eyes move..."
"I have already copied the Infinite Life Sutra ten times."
Beautiful hair: ...
Before long, Xiufa, who had happily copied the sutra ten times, parted ways with Master Shandao and ran to Zaozhaiyuan to get a bowl of white porridge with pickled radish, which she prepared to deliver to the dry well in the backyard of Beitian Charity Home.
Halfway there, they were stopped by Master Shandao, who came out of the main hall, and he spoke a few words to them gently.
Xiufa was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
Immediately, his little face turned unusually serious:
"Understood, Master. This is a test you have given me. I will definitely refrain from looking at anything improper this time!"
After saying that, Xiufa handed the food box to Master Shandao and rushed towards the main hall, which was bustling with incense offerings early in the morning, to replace her master and go to read the palms and interpret the divination slips for the female benefactors.
Master Shandao watched the departing figure with beautiful hair, chuckled, and shook his head.
He turned around, carrying the food box, and walked towards the Beitian Nursing Home with his eyes downcast. He remained silent all the way until he reached the dry well.
Master Shandao did not use a tray to lower the breakfast down; instead, he took the food box with him and went down the well together.
Inside the Pure Land Palace.
A young monk in dirty gray robes sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a box of pastries, dozing off with his head down and snoring softly.
Master Shandao stood in front of Xiuzhen and remained silent for a while.
The old monk sat down cross-legged.
He put down the breakfast box, took out bowls of white porridge, pickled radish, and water, and placed them in front of his beloved disciple who was snoring loudly.
The movements were slow and gentle, as if afraid of waking someone from a dream.
...
"Your Excellency, as you instructed, I sent people to inquire with the cleaning women who had cleaned the Plum Deer Garden in the past three months. They all said they had not been to the Plum Grove Courtyard and that no one had touched the orchid."
"Furthermore, according to the guards' recollections, they did not see any lights on at the Merlin Courtyard during their night watch; everything remained as before..."
Tanlang Ferry, on the deck of an official ship about to depart.
As the powerful and influential magistrate of Longcheng, Magistrate Diao carefully ran onto the deck and reported to Ouyang Rong, who was standing at the bow of the ship enjoying the wind.
"Didn't they touch it...?"
Ouyang Rong turned around, glanced at Magistrate Diao, and muttered to himself thoughtfully.
Seeing the prefect's expression, which seemed completely unsurprised, Magistrate Diao glanced around and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Does Your Excellency know who it is?"
Ouyang Rong remained silent, raised his hand, bent his finger, and flicked the icy white jade hairpin on his head, his expression calm and composed.
Magistrate Diao couldn't help but ask, "Your Excellency, should we strengthen the security at the Deer Park...?"
"No need, everything remains the same. Don't open the courtyard gate, keep it locked. Don't frighten people. They're guests from afar. If they're willing to come back, they can even help water the orchids. At least they'll feel indebted to me. Who knows, we might run into each other again someday..."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, his muttering growing softer and softer.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Magistrate Diao didn't ask any further questions and simply clasped his hands in response.
Following Ouyang Rong, from the beginning of the flood control efforts in Longcheng, Magistrate Diao concluded that the safest way to curry favor with him was to do more work and ask fewer questions.
"Your Excellency, have a safe journey."
"Magistrate Diao, take care."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand and strode into the cabin.
...
night.
There is a moon on the river.
The bed beneath me swayed with the river current.
At one point, the wind and waves suddenly became strong, and the official boat staggered violently on the river.
On the dark bed in the cabin, the long, slender figure that had been lying on its side suddenly leaped up like a grasshopper startled from danger.
In the already cramped cabin, he leaped more than ten feet high and touched the cabin ceiling.
And the long, dark shadow clung tightly to the ceiling, refusing to fall, as if it were glued to it...
Ouyang Rong woke up, forgetting what he had just dreamed about.
Feeling suspended in mid-air, he glanced at the ceiling that was almost touching him, his face expressionless, and released his hands that were clinging to the ceiling.
She lightly "fell" back onto the bed.
Ouyang Rong sat up, sighed, clasped his hands together, buried his face in them, and rubbed his face vigorously.
On the bumpy bed, his body, without the support of his hands, swayed slightly in a strange way.
If someone were to look closely at this moment, they would notice that the slender young man's body swayed at the same angle as the official ship beneath him, achieving a strange harmony.
It subtly aligns with the ideal of martial arts masters in the martial arts world, which advocates the integration and interconnection of oneself with nature, achieving harmony between the internal and external worlds.
Moreover, in the small and medium-sized sects of Tiannan Jianghu, only those with talent and who have practiced stance training and horse stance diligently since childhood have a chance to reach this level.
Ouyang Rong had never practiced it; he only benefited from the strange Qi-refining technique of the Jade Cup Immortal's Dao lineage.
No wonder martial arts practitioners highly praise the Qi cultivation techniques of the Mythical Daoist lineage; it's practically equivalent to opening up the Ren and Du meridians, and is equivalent to more than ten years of hard training by others...
So as soon as he boarded the ship yesterday, he was as steady as a mountain, completely eliminating the possibility of seasickness.
The only minor drawback was that I was jolted awake in the middle of the night by the jolting, and instinctively jumped up in alarm, pressing myself against the ceiling...
This is actually an ability that Ouyang Rong gained after entering the eighth rank, which allows him to control his muscles and bones to a certain extent.
However, it has become even stronger now.
After undergoing the ritual of slaying Lin Cheng, Wei Shaoqi, and Wang Lengran with a cloth sword, Ouyang Rong also comprehended the Twin Sword Technique.
Thus, his spiritual cultivation, which had previously stagnated due to the bottleneck in his sword technique, naturally and smoothly broke through to the late stage of the eighth rank, nearing perfection!
The eighth-grade deep blue spiritual energy within his body became increasingly pure.
Ouyang Rong's control over his muscles and bones has been enhanced. If he had "achieved some minor success" before, he can now be considered "masterful".
Ouyang Rong let out a long breath and glanced at the creaking, swaying hatch.
He got up in the middle of the night, put on his clothes, and stood up.
He took out the chamber pot, relieved himself, and glanced at the powerful yet perfectly continuous stream of water. He coughed. Truly a master; even in the pitch-black, bumpy environment, aiming was effortless…
In fact, besides the strange magician's Dao lineage, the swordsman's Dao lineage has also been strengthened to some extent along with this advancement in his eighth-grade cultivation.
The range of the sword is wider, and the time required to kill enemies of the same cultivation level is also shortened by one breath.
However, it was only from the entry level of the eighth rank to the late level of the eighth rank, without any qualitative leap.
In contrast, Ouyang Rong placed more emphasis on the upcoming ceremony for promotion to the seventh rank.
Each promotion grants double the abilities, including those from the Sword-wielding Dao lineage and those from the Mysterious Fang Sorcerer Dao lineage of the Jade Cup Fairy.
However, the difficulty of promotion also doubles.
It requires both a sacrificial ceremony and a new sword technique.
In particular, Ouyang Rong had only consumed one Transcendent Golden Pill, which was only one-third of the effects of the Six-Winged Summer Cicada.
Strictly speaking, the efficacy of one-third of the six-winged cicada is not a simple calculation of one divided by three, but rather is significantly reduced.
It's like a fine bow and arrow. Taken individually, the bow, the string, and the arrow can all be used to kill, but they are all normal, ordinary killing power. However, when the three are combined, the range and lethality of the bow and arrow are more than just three times greater...
These factors limited Ouyang Rong's cultivation and improvement of spiritual energy.
If he were to cultivate his dantian spiritual energy on his own, without the naturally perfect and flawless talent and physique of his junior sister and Xue Zhongzhu, it would take him an eternity just to reach the first rank.
Talent is truly a matter of fate. Ouyang Rong was already incredibly lucky to obtain a Transcendent Golden Pill that could slightly defy fate and repair his deficient body.
At least for now, he can practice Qi Refining Techniques, right? He can gradually improve his spiritual Qi cultivation.
Therefore, every major advancement or rank promotion that Ouyang Rong has achieved so far has relied on sacrificial rituals to collect the divine spirituality of the deceased's offerings, which then feeds back into his dantian with a massive amount of spiritual energy, allowing him to leap through the ranks step by step to improve his cultivation.
This can be considered as taking the extreme path of a sorcerer.
In addition, there is something even more difficult than the sacrificial ceremony, and that is the New Cauldron Sword Technique!
The first sword manual that Ouyang Rong obtained in Longcheng County gave him the ticket to advance to the ninth rank of swordsman.
The acquisition of the second sword technique, the Twin Sword Techniques of [Craftsmanship], was his ticket to the eighth rank, making him completely unhindered at that level. Otherwise, even holding a sacrificial ceremony would have been futile. He only needs to continue cultivating step by step, or perhaps hold another small sacrificial ceremony, to reach the pinnacle of the eighth rank.
To advance to the seventh rank, a new sword technique is required.
Ouyang Rong was completely clueless at the moment.
No, not entirely.
Previously, when Ouyang Rong was impersonating Wei Shaoxuan, he obtained a piece of information from the deceased Boss Li:
The Prince of Wei's residence prepared the sword manual of the "Emperor Wen" for Wei Shaoxuan, just waiting for him to return to the capital.
It is evident that the Emperor Wen's sword techniques were in the hands of the imperial court. Moreover, Ouyang Rong had heard from Li Xian's family that the Emperor Wen was based in Luoyang, and that his sword and sword techniques were top secrets within the Great Zhou court.
However, it seems unlikely that Ouyang Rong will be able to get the imperial court to reward him with sword techniques, as the mere fact that he must conceal the identity of the sword wielder is not permissible.
However, there is another official way... If Prince Xunyang Li Xian can return to Luoyang and even touch the throne, then Ouyang Rong can ask the Prince Xunyang's mansion to help him obtain this sword technique.
After all, if the Prince of Wei's mansion can receive such treatment, why can't the Prince of Xunyang's mansion?
And aside from the still untraceable [Emperor Wen] sword technique.
Ouyang Rong could only continue to fleece his old friend.
It was Tao Yuanming, the legendary swordsman known to all.
As the legendary swordsman of the "poor scholar," Tao Yuanming must have been more than just a mere ninth-rank official.
Based on this, it can be inferred that Tao Yuanming must have written at least two sword manuals, in addition to the sword manual "Returning Home" for the poor scholar, there must have been new sword manuals.
If he could secretly leave behind "The Return," then he had the motive to leave behind other sword techniques as well.
Therefore, we can follow this line of thought and investigate the original poems or traces of Tao Yuanming's activities before he went into seclusion...
As Ouyang Rong pondered, he put on his robe and strolled up to the bow deck.
The dark river wind howled past his casually tied-up sideburns.
Ouyang Rong reached into his robe and touched a scholar's token in his coat pocket. He ran his fingertip along the pattern on the token.
"This is where this thing comes in handy. The Xiuwen Hall is the highest literary hall of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Scholars of the Xiuwen Hall should be able to access some of Tao Yuanming's authentic works in the imperial archives."
That's why, after Ouyang Rong changed his mind and accepted the imperial decree from Hu Fu, Zhang Yu, and others, he suddenly asked the strange question of whether the Xiuwen Hall had any genuine works by Tao Yuanming.
He held the token in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Tao Yuanming was a famous scholar of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and he left behind many works. He was admired by many people in his time. Some of his original works should be in the secret archives of aristocratic families. Well, as a scholar of the Xiuwen Academy, it is reasonable for me to ask them to lend me his poems under the pretext of my deep love for Tao's poetry..."
"Hmm, it would be best to ask the Prince of Xunyang's mansion to help find out these things... Wait, isn't there another original work by Tao Yuanming called 'Peach Blossom Spring'?"
Ouyang Rong muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered something else.
When Li Zhengyan and his group passed through Xunyang City, there was a little incident.
Li Zhengyan and his entourage carried a painting of Peach Blossom Spring personally drawn by the renowned painter Wu Daoshi. They secretly sought out Yuan Huaimin, a descendant of the Northern Wei imperial family, to request the original text of Tao Yuanming's other work, "Peach Blossom Spring," which was passed down in the Yuan family of the Northern Wei dynasty...
"The Peach Blossom Spring Painting... The Peach Blossom Spring Chronicle... Could it also be a sword technique?"
Ouyang Rong's eyes flickered.
As he pondered, standing alone on the deck, he suddenly noticed a cluster of striking lights on the distant riverbank.
It is Xunyang City.
...
"Why did Tanlang come back so quickly?"
Inside Li Xian's study in the Xunyang Prince's Mansion.
Ouyang was sitting on a wooden chair, drinking tea and waiting. He had just disembarked and was still wearing his dusty clothes.
Li Xian, Wei Mei, and others arrived one after another. Ouyang Rong got up to greet them, but Li Xian gently helped him back to his seat.
Judging from their clothes and hairstyles, they must have just gotten up and rushed over.
At this moment, the sky outside the window is still a dull, bluish-gray. It's dawn, and the sky is still dark.
The Li Xian couple were probably sleeping in late in the master bedroom, but some people get up early, like the junior sister and the others.
"Senior Brother."
"Didn't my brother come back with me?"
Two female voices came from the doorway, one clear as jade and the other melodious as a nightingale.
Ouyang Rong looked up and saw Li Guo'er and Xie Lingjiang walk into the study together.
The two women were dressed in men's clothing, one in purple and one in blue, resembling "handsome young men." They were slightly out of breath, as if they had just finished exercising early in the morning and had come together.
"After inspecting Longcheng, I came back first. Dalang said he wants to visit the next few counties himself."
The group looked at each other, and Li Xian nodded. After a short while, although Li Dalang was absent, the study meeting was still held as usual.
"My love, how are things in Dragon City?"
He spoke softly and gently.
"Everything is as before. However, the plum grove in the back courtyard has blossomed these past two days."
Ouyang Rong casually mentioned the orchid without mentioning it.
Li Xian clapped his hands and smiled:
“Every year around this time, I would take Mei Niang, Guo Er, and Da Lang to enjoy the scenery and have a picnic in that pavilion in the plum blossom grove… Speaking of which, I miss it a little after being away for a year.”
After exchanging a few casual words, Ouyang Rong became serious and brought up the important matter.
"Searching for Tao Yuanming's authentic works? No problem, my love, don't worry, I'll take care of it. By the way, doesn't Guo'er also like his poetry? She should know quite a bit about it. Guo'er and I can go together to help you search."
Ouyang Rong nodded slightly: "Then thank you very much, Your Highness, and Your Highness the Little Princess."
Li Guo'er was initially reluctant, but after receiving a look from Li Xian, she reluctantly nodded.
The group chatted for a while longer about the Xunyang Grottoes.
The meeting in the study ended, and everyone left one after another.
Xie Lingjiang quickly stepped forward, took Ouyang Rong's arm, and asked him about the interesting things that happened on his journey.
Ouyang Rong made a few jokes.
Not long after, at the corner of the gallery, Ouyang Rong watched Xie Lingjiang leave as she went back to her room to change clothes. He turned around and, after taking a few steps, bumped into Li Guo'er walking towards him.
Ouyang Rong stopped and greeted him.
Good morning, Your Highness.
Without exchanging pleasantries, Li Guo'er abruptly asked:
“Ouyang Lianghan, I heard from my brother that this trip was your arrangement... Why did you send your brother out for no reason? Although my brother swallowed that talisman water, what if something happens to him if he goes too far away?”
Ouyang Rong glanced at her tense, pretty face. The young prince's tone was quite accusatory... He remained calm and unhurried, slowly and deliberately asking in return:
"Isn't there always the possibility of something bad happening to the young master while he's in the city? Doesn't he still run out of the manor every day?"
"You mean...the matter of Princess An Hui?" Li Guo'er's plum blossom makeup on her brow furrowed slightly, forming a small scarlet dot, which made her oval face look beautiful and alluring.
Ouyang Rong straightened his cuffs: "Let the young master go out for a stroll. These things usually have a cooling-off period. During this phase, most men's passion will gradually fade. Often, people don't even know what they need. Staying in a closed environment for too long can easily lead to stubbornness. The solution is simple: go out more, meet new people, and observe the everyday life of ordinary people. Naturally, you'll know what kind of life you want to live."
Li Guo'er looked thoughtful. After a while, she looked away and said, "But I still don't understand where this momentary enthusiasm comes from. I've seen that princess. If she were as beautiful as an angel, that would be fine, but she's just average-looking. She's not as good-looking as the Qin family girl, and she's not as voluptuous as her."
Ouyang Rong smiled: "Your Highness is a rational person, while the Crown Prince is more indecisive and emotional. Naturally, they don't understand each other. It would be better to be more tolerant."
Her gaze was intense: "Then, Ouyang Lianghan, what kind of person are you?"
"Me? I am originally from the back mountain, and occasionally I become a guest in the front hall."
"What nonsense! Ouyang Lianghan, let me ask you, what if my brother comes back and hasn't finished his cooling-off period, and is still thinking about Lady Wei?"
Ouyang Rong ignored her and changed the subject: "The dream Your Highness mentioned last time, I find it more and more interesting the more I think about it, could you elaborate on it..."
Li Guo'er didn't lift her eyelids, her face expressionless: "What, did Young Master Ouyang find something similar to the Bright Moon after returning home, and are you trying to test the waters?"
Ouyang Rong's expression remained unchanged: "I'm just curious; the princess's words were ambiguous. By the way, did the bright moon in the dream have any name, or some elegant name or something..."
After a moment of silence, Li Guo'er turned and left, leaving behind only one sentence:
"It's been too long, I've forgotten. But if you have any clues, you can bring them to me. We don't need to talk any more."
Ouyang Rong glanced sideways as the spoiled princess's figure receded into the distance.
He stood quietly on the corridor for a while, touched the luminous pearl in his sleeve, and squinted slightly.
I still haven't triggered any good fortune while talking to Li Guo'er.
Ouyang Rong turned and left.
...
Meiyingzhai, Zhulou.
Li Guo'er, dressed in purple men's clothing with white socks covering her feet, slowly climbed the stairs and entered her boudoir.
The dawn sunlight shone on the azalea pots on the windowsill.
Li Guo'er skillfully pulled out her chest wrap, tore off the man's hair-binding turban, and let her black hair fall over her shoulders. She immediately went to the windowsill to water the flowers.
I lowered my head to admire the flowers, quieted down for a moment, then turned and walked to the second-to-last bookshelf at the back of the study.
She tiptoed and took a box from the top of the bookshelf.
Li Guo'er carried the box to the window.
Upon opening the pill box, two golden pills lay quietly on the red cloth.
For her birthday gift, Lu Ya brought her gifts representing the three mountains of the Sanqing Daoist sect.
They were a jade-green pill given by the Jade Purity Sect Leader and two strange golden pills given by the Taiqing Sect.
There was also an interesting gift from the Shangqing Sect: a certain Taoist priest with a stoic expression.
Li Guo'er placed the pill box under the golden morning light beside the flowerpot. She lightly tapped her chin with her index finger and pushed the two ordinary golden pills in the box again and again with her slender white fingers. They collided together and bounced away, repeating the cycle.
She tilted her head slightly, her face blank and lost in thought.
Last time, Ouyang Rong came to her for some reason and borrowed a healing pill. She casually gave him the sacred healing medicine that the Jade Purity Sect leader possessed.
She had originally planned to give him these two golden pills as well, but when she learned of their effects, Ouyang Rong was the first person she thought of.
Unfortunately, someone's businesslike attitude made her very unhappy.
Moreover, he hasn't repaid the favor of the healing pills, which clearly means he's been taking advantage of her for free.
The main idea is that the one in debt is the boss.
Thinking of all this, Li Guo'er's lips curled down.
She played with the round golden pill in the box for a while with her two slender fingers.
It's not really about being generous, it's just that... she doesn't really need those two Golden Pills from Longhu Mountain, does she? Yeah, that's how it is.
Li Guo'er told herself this.
"Seriously, how can there be such an annoying person? Sometimes they're as dumb as a block of wood, but other times they're so clever."
As Li Guo'er murmured to herself, she pulled a pair of jade hairpins shaped like mandarin ducks from the dressing table beside her, twirling and playing with them between her fingers. The woman's mood was like the clouds in the sky, unfathomable...
"The last time he promoted the hairpin, it was obviously a case of hiding something in the forest. If I were Sister Xie, I would have already started to thoroughly investigate his detailed itinerary for the Lantern Festival... Sister Xie still treats it like a treasure, wearing it out every day to show it off to me, openly and secretly... Ha."
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