44 Evil Fire
◎What did you think I was going to do to you?◎
"Ah——" Wei Ziyan suddenly woke up.
In her dream, the image of the carriage tumbling down a cliff lingered before her eyes. Wei Ziyan clutched her chest, her eyes filled with terror as she gazed up at the curtain overhead.
"What's wrong, Miss?" Qiu Luo rushed into the bedroom upon hearing the sound and asked anxiously, "Is Miss having a nightmare?"
"Qiuluo..." Wei Ziyan grabbed Qiuluo's hand, her voice panicking and hurried: "Am I home?"
"Yes, yes, I'm at home. There are no bad guys, don't be afraid, young lady."
After hearing this, Wei Ziyan regained consciousness. She half closed her eyes and calmed her heartbeat and breathing.
Her throat and mouth felt hot, and she hoarsely begged for water. Qiu Luo quickly brought her some tea and helped her sit up. "My son-in-law has instructed you to drink plenty of water."
Wei Ziyan glanced into the room: "Where are the others?"
"My son-in-law went out for something and hasn't come back yet."
He must be going to investigate what happened today. Wei Ziyan didn't ask any more questions and drank water silently.
The candlelight flickered in the house, so it must be getting late.
"What time is it?"
"Three quarters past the hour of You."
She actually slept for so long.
"Miss, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
Wei Ziyan shook her head.
"Then use some soup. The eldest lady prepared some calming soup and personally brought it to the young lady, saying it would calm her nerves."
"Mother came?" Wei Ziyan felt a little guilty. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"The Madam wouldn't let me, so I left without even sitting down," Qiu Luo explained. "When she left, she kept muttering at the gate, 'Why isn't this Taishan Stone Guardian working?'"
It seemed like she had made her mother worried again, so Wei Ziyan immediately instructed Qiu Luo, "Send someone to the front yard to announce that I'm awake and everything is fine, so don't worry."
"Is everything okay?" As soon as the words fell, a male voice came.
Wei Ziyan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yan Qi striding in.
"Son-in-law is back!" Qiu Luo was delighted and didn't change his address.
Yan Qizheng paused for a moment, then responded to her and said, "Bring the tranquilizing soup."
"yes."
As soon as Qiu Luo left, Yan Qizheng lifted his robe and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Wei Ziyan.
"I don't even have an appetite, and everything is okay?"
He could see clearly that her complexion was not good. It looked a little pale under the dim yellow light, and her lips were pale.
"I just had a nightmare while sleeping. It will be fine after a while." Wei Ziyan explained, then changed the subject with concern: "Have you found out anything? How is Sister Liu?"
"She's fine." Yan Qizheng told him the truth.
"At the same time you were kidnapped, someone broke into the prison and attempted to attack Liu Yu'er, but was apprehended by the guards early on. This person confessed who was behind this, and Lord Yu and his men have already apprehended him and are imprisoned in the prison."
Wei Ziyan perked up when she heard this: "Is the instigator the real culprit behind this?"
Of course, it wasn't that simple, but not wanting her to worry too much at this moment, Yan Qizheng didn't say yes or no, only said, "He has confessed to all his crimes. He planned to assassinate the crown prince, silenced Zhang Chao, and sent people to hunt you and Liu Yu'er twice."
"That's great!" Wei Ziyan thought everything was over and a look of joy appeared on her face. "Can Sister Liu come out now?"
Yan Qizheng pondered for a moment: "This matter still needs the Crown Prince's instructions, please don't be anxious."
Yes, Wei Ziyan knew in her heart that even if she wanted to let go, she wouldn’t do it so quickly.
"By the way," she thought of Wei Tingzhou again, "How is Young Master Wei?"
"Master Yu said he wasn't seriously injured, so there's no need to worry too much."
"He got hurt while saving me, and I feel bad about it... I want to go and see for myself."
"I know..." Yan Qizhen lowered his eyes and spoke in a deep tone.
"I'll prepare some thank-you gifts tomorrow. You're injured, so I'll go with you after you're better in a couple of days."
"good."
This arrangement was reasonable and Wei Ziyan had no objection.
As they were talking, Qiu Luo came in with a bowl of calming soup. Two empty bowls sat on the tray. As Qiu Luo filled the bowls with soup, he asked, "Would you like some, too, Young Master?"
Yan Qizheng didn't refuse: "Well, I'll calm down too."
Wei Ziyan couldn't help but smile: "Why are you so nervous?"
"You disappeared as soon as I came out. How could you not be surprised?"
Qiu Luo also heard from Xu Ji that the young lady was abducted as soon as the eldest master left. If she had gone out with him today, the young lady would not have been left alone in danger.
Qiu Luo presented the soup to Wei Ziyan: "Young Madam, next time you go out, please bring this servant with you."
Wei Ziyan was delighted when she heard this: "You know martial arts? Can you beat up bad guys?"
"Two people are always better than one!" Qiu Luo handed another bowl of soup to the eldest master. "With this servant accompanying me, the young lady will be less afraid, don't you think so, eldest master?"
"That makes sense," Yan Qizheng took it, "I'll take you with me next time."
This made Qiu Luo very happy. Wei Ziyan sighed softly, "Silly girl."
Yan Qizheng said, "Qiuluo is not stupid, he is quite smart."
It was rare for the eldest son to praise her, so Qiu Luo smiled even more happily, causing Wei Ziyan to smile a little bit as well. As she was drinking her soup, she suddenly realized that the room was unusually quiet today.
"Why aren't the other girls here?"
Qiu Luo replied, "Aunt Lengxiang has caught a cold, and Du Juan is sending her medicine now..."
Wei Ziyan was surprised: "Has the doctor examined it?"
"Well, they said that taking the medicine for two days will be enough."
Wei Ziyan felt relieved as Qiu Luo continued to talk about Ping'er: "Ping'er is preparing a medicinal soup for the young lady. She will soak her feet in it later. It can remove blood stasis, activate the meridians, calm the mind and help with sleep."
Soaking feet? She broke out in a few cold sweats today. How could just soaking feet be enough?
"I want to take a bath." After saying that, Wei Ziyan handed the bowl to Qiu Luo and was about to get out of bed.
Qiu Luo hurriedly put the bowl away and was about to reach out to help, but Yan Qizheng had already stood up: "I'll carry you."
Before she could even hear the words, Wei Ziyan was already in his arms, his arms around her waist, his legs hooked up, and he lifted her up horizontally. Suddenly losing her balance, she panicked and instinctively grabbed his neck to steady her swaying body.
"Don't worry, where did I fall?"
Yan Qizheng looked at her with a slight smile. When their eyes met, Wei Ziyan's heart skipped a beat and she was too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
"I'll go help Ping'er get some water." Qiu Luo smiled and ran away.
What a clever girl indeed! Yan Qizheng's smile remained undimmed. He slightly tightened his arms, holding her more firmly, and walked calmly towards the bathroom.
The rich aroma of medicine filled the air and the bathroom was filled with smoke.
Yan Qizhen put Wei Ziyan down steadily, said "Okay, call him", turned around and walked out.
Just these four words kept lingering in Wei Ziyan's ears, making her distracted.
After soaking in the bathtub for a while in a daze, Wei Ziyan put on her clothes again. Before she was mentally prepared, Ping'er had already invited the eldest master in.
He held her firmly in his arms once again, but Wei Ziyan still didn't know where to put her hands. She felt her face and ears burning, as if her entire body had been scalded by the hot water...
"Don't sleep yet, wait for me for a moment." Yan Qizhen put her on the bed and reminded her softly.
In the past, he would just say "You go to bed first" every night, so why did he make her wait tonight?
Wei Ziyan's heart began to thump again, even more violently than when she was bathing. As soon as Yan Qizheng left, she quickly crawled into her quilt, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
Only when you fall asleep will you stop having random thoughts.
But I don’t know if it was because I slept too long in the afternoon, or if the medicinal soup woke me up, but I didn’t feel sleepy at all.
Not long after, there were slight footsteps in the room. Wei Ziyan opened her eyes and the candlelight in front of her suddenly dimmed. Her hands unconsciously grasped the bed sheet.
As the silent footsteps continued to move towards the bed, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep again.
"Zi Yan..."
A deep voice called her softly in her ear.
"Um……"
Wei Ziyan pretended to be woken up by him, uttered something like a sleepy voice, and then turned sideways to the inside.
However, following her movements, a warm body approached from behind, and a hand rested on her shoulder: "Then you go to sleep, I'll do it."
What does "Just come" mean?
You come...what?
Wei Ziyan was horrified and confused, but the hand on her shoulder actually began to take off her clothes!
Wei Ziyan couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. She turned over and stared at Yan Qizheng in disbelief: "What are you doing?"
"Let me apply medicine to you." Yan Qizhen raised his other hand, holding a bottle of ointment in his palm.
Apply, apply medicine?
Wei Ziyan was confused for a moment: "Where to?"
Yan Qizhen's gaze paused on her face for a moment, and he pointed at his shoulder blade.
“…”
Now, Wei Ziyan finally understood what he meant. It turned out to be the injury on her shoulder, but there were differences between men and women...
"Qiu Luo, just wipe it for me." She said softly.
“Qiuluo doesn’t know how to rub.”
How is that possible?
"She can," Wei Ziyan said confidently, "She was the one who rubbed it for me during the day."
"Who told you that she rubbed it during the day?" Yan Qi was looking at her and the corners of his lips suddenly curved.
“…”
Wei Ziyan's expression suddenly became determined.
She was drowsy during the day and didn't notice whether the hand on her back was a man's or a woman's. When she heard Qiu Luo talking to her, she thought it was Qiu Luo. Could it be that it wasn't Qiu Luo, but...
Seeing her surprised and unexpected expression, Yan Qizhen smiled again.
"Leng Xiang is the only one in this room who knows some massage techniques, but she's not feeling well today. Who else can do it for you besides me?"
Oh, no wonder...
Speaking of this, Yan Qizhen suddenly came to his senses.
"What did you think I was going to do to you?"
Wei Ziyan was extremely embarrassed at this time and pulled up the quilt to cover her face.
"Wei Ziyan..."
Yan Qizheng leaned over to pull at her blanket, but she held on tightly. Her meager strength was no match for even one-tenth of his. With just a little effort, Yan Qizheng was able to pull it free.
"Did I say--" As soon as the words came out, a soft palm quickly jumped up and covered his mouth.
Wei Ziyan was both embarrassed and anxious, fearing that he would say something mocking like "You think you are as beautiful as a fairy" again.
"No need to tell me! I know, I know."
What do you know?
Yan Qi was about to speak when his lips moved as if he was kissing her fingers.
They were both startled, their gazes simultaneously turning to where their lips and fingers had touched. Wei Ziyan abruptly pulled her hand back as if burned, and Yan Qi swallowed back whatever he was about to say, his hands still clutching the torn corner of the quilt.
He was still propped up, his eyes fixed on the flushed little face below, the frantic eyelashes, the bewildered, slightly trembling lips.
The scent of herbs lingered in Yan Qi's nose, not sure if it came from her or him, and it made him imagine the valley that night. Without a second thought, he shut up his chattering mouth...
Suddenly the scene changed and I came to a dream.
He held her lips tightly and sucked them, then pushed against her in the water, letting her sink and float freely...
Yan Qizhen's body suddenly stiffened, and then he quickly changed his position, moving away from her and sitting with his back to her.
…
For a moment, no one spoke.
The candlelight flickered in the room, and dim light and shadows surged.
In the silence of the room, there was a sudden rustling sound. It was Wei Ziyan carefully pulling the quilt.
"You..." Yan Qizheng's voice was a little hoarse, "You still need to apply medicine to the injuries on your shoulders..."
As he spoke, he cleared his throat and added, "Rubbing it will make it heal faster. Didn't I rub it for you when you twisted your ankle before?"
As if he was still afraid that she would misunderstand, he added: "Don't worry, I will close my eyes and not look."
"Okay..." Wei Ziyan responded softly, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
She had just understood everything. What was Yan Qizheng thinking? It was she who was so confused that she was imagining what he was going to do to her.
Wei Ziyan turned over and lay on the bed, burying her face, which was filled with shame, into the pillow.
After a moment, Yan Qizhen slowly turned his neck to look back, then slowly turned his body around, squinted his eyes, and gently lifted up his inner clothes, revealing his fair back.
Then, just like during the day, rub the ointment in your palms to warm it up, then place your palms on the bruises on your shoulder blades and massage in circles.
He really closed his eyes and didn't look, but he could still clearly feel the delicate and smooth skin under his rough palm.
Moreover, because we cannot see, our sense of touch becomes more sensitive.
Yan Qizheng's mind wandered, and the force of his blow suddenly increased. A muffled sound came from under the pillow: "It hurts——"
"Feel sorry!"
Yan Qizhen shuddered for a moment and immediately withdrew most of his strength.
"Will this be better?"
The force of the massage on her back suddenly became much lighter. Wei Ziyan said "hmm" and couldn't help but remember that on the way back in the carriage, he asked her the same question when he hugged her.
Whether in tone or actions, Yan Qizhen was obviously gentler towards her than before.
For example, even though she had misunderstood him just now, he didn't seem to argue with her or get angry like he used to.
It seemed that since rescuing her in the mountains, Yan Qizheng had been treating her much better. So much so that sometimes she even felt that he was too good...
The candles on the candlesticks quietly melted away, the dim light gradually fading. The gentle, soothing massage on her back made her feel increasingly relaxed. Wei Ziyan closed her eyes, her consciousness slowly dissipating in her wandering thoughts...
When Yan Qizhen stopped, he found that she had fallen asleep peacefully.
After pulling her clothes up, Yan Qizhen gently turned over and lay down.
It was clearly the same action as during the day, but I was still distracted. It felt like there was an evil fire in my body, and any touch could set it ablaze.
If he had known this, he shouldn't have gone to soak in the medicinal soup.
Yan Qi took a deep breath and was about to pull the quilt over her when Wei Ziyan suddenly turned over in her sleep and one of her hands happened to rest on his arm.
Yan Qi lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, his gaze slowly moving from her hand to her face.
After a while, he smiled helplessly.
When awake, she was wary of him, but when asleep, she was completely defenseless.
They slept in the same bed, each in their own quilt, but she would sometimes cross the line, leaning her head towards him, even putting her hands or feet on him. Fortunately, he had always had good self-control, except tonight...
I really want to do something...
…
The next day, when Wei Ziyan woke up, she was surprised to find Yan Qi still at home. He usually went out early in the morning to do some work, so it was rare to hear that he would be staying home for two days to rest, and they even had breakfast together.
However, he looked as if he was sleep deprived, with some blueness under his eyes.
"Didn't you sleep well?" Wei Ziyan asked casually.
Yan Qi had just picked up a piece of lotus root when it accidentally fell back onto the plate.
"No." He put down his chopsticks and denied it calmly.
Wei Ziyan stared at his face in confusion, feeling that he seemed a little uncomfortable.
Could it be that you are not feeling well and are resting at home? Wei Ziyan was even more concerned: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Yan Qizhen continued to deny, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge silently.
Like covering up.
As far as Wei Ziyan could remember, she had never seen Yan Qizhen sick.
But he hadn't rested properly since he was injured at Guanyun Villa, and had been out on errands every day. He had been running around all day yesterday, and even the best of health could not endure.
"The doctor will come to take your pulse soon. Can he check on you while he's here?"
Whether it exists or not, it doesn’t hurt to take a look.
"No need! I'm in perfect health."
This time, Yan Qizhen raised his eyes and glanced at her quickly, his tone of rejection was very blunt.
With her woman's intuition, Wei Ziyan felt that something was wrong with Yan Qizhen.
In the book "Yingying Yufu Ji", it is written that Yingying's husband is a military commander with a strong physique. Because Yingying likes his strong body, she is ashamed to show weakness even when she is not feeling well.
A few hours later.
"Young Master," Xu Ji came to the study and asked, "Young Madam has finished taking your pulse, and the doctor said he wants to see you for something."
Is there something wrong?
Yan Qizhen didn't think much about it. He just thought that the doctor was looking for him about Zi Yan's illness, and hurried out of the study.
The doctor was sitting in the outer room writing a prescription. Yan Qizheng walked in and asked, "How is my wife?"
"Don't worry, young master. Your wife is recovering well." The doctor put down his pen and explained, "Your wife is worried about your health and asked me to take your pulse."
“…”
Yan Qizheng's expression froze, and he raised the corner of his mouth to politely decline: "My wife, you are worrying too much. There is no need to bother."
Doctors pay attention to "looking, listening, asking and feeling" when treating patients. The female doctor is over 30 years old and is also an experienced person. She can see some clues without taking the pulse.
The eldest son spoke in a clear, energetic voice, and walked with a brisk gait, not seeming unwell. However, there was fatigue around his eyes, and his face was dull, indicating a lack of sleep.
It's not surprising that a young man, full of vigor and vitality, can't have sex with his wife in the same bed. Ten days or half a month might be bearable, but if it goes on for a while...
As a doctor, one cannot help but give some advice.
"Madam's internal injuries have not healed yet. She needs to recuperate for more than a month and must still abstain from sexual intercourse."
Yan Qizheng: ...
"how?"
In the dormitory, Wei Ziyan leaned against the head of the bed and asked Qiu Luo who had come back with inquiries.
"I don't know." Qiu Luo shook his head. "Xu Ji said that the eldest young master didn't let the doctor take his pulse. And after seeing the doctor, the eldest young master's face looked a little dark."
black?
Wei Ziyan frowned.
Just as she was pondering Yan Qizheng's expression, Ping'er came in from outside and reported, "Young Madam, Master Wei and Madam Wei are here."
Dad and mom?
The incident of the knife attack in the street had caused such a sensation that Wei Ziyan had not anticipated it. Therefore, before she could send anyone to the Wei Mansion to report that everything was safe, Master Wei and his wife had already heard about it and hurried over in the afternoon.
When Wei Ziyan dressed and went out, Yan Qizheng had already told his father-in-law and mother-in-law the whole story. Seeing that their daughter was fine, the two elders finally felt relieved.
However, having just escaped a disaster, she encountered this one again. Madam Wei couldn't help but feel anxious: "Why doesn't the amulet I prayed for work? Could it be my horoscope—"
"Why doesn't it work?" Wei Ziyan interrupted and comforted her mother.
"Luckily, my daughter was wearing it yesterday. She was fine even after the carriage flipped over. The assailant didn't hurt her at all. Isn't that good luck?"
Master Wei nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "That makes some sense."
Mrs. Wei suddenly realized that this was the case.
"Then I'll go to the temple and ask for another one tomorrow morning."
"Alas, the Bodhisattva is busy saving all living beings..." Wei Ziyan said logically, "It's enough for us to pray for one answer. If we pray for more, it would be greedy. What if the Bodhisattva blames us?"
Yan Qizheng had been silent by the side the whole time, but now he spoke to apologize to the two elders: "Zi Yan was in danger this time. It's my fault for being careless. I shouldn't have left her alone in the car and put her in danger."
"How can I blame you?" Wei Ziyan disagreed, "This was an accident, who could have imagined it?"
"Indeed," said Master Wei, a man of common sense who would not take his anger out on his son-in-law. "Things like this are hard to guard against. Qi Zheng shouldn't blame himself too much."
Yan Qizhen fell silent again and didn't say anything.
Before leaving, Mrs. Wei still worriedly told her daughter: "In short, you should stay calm recently and don't go out again."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Wei Ziyan agreed repeatedly and went with Yan Qizheng to see the two elders out. After saying goodbye at the courtyard gate, Yan Qizheng stood beside the Taishan Stone Guardian with a solemn expression, staring at the word "peace" on it in a trance.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ziyan asked cautiously.
Yan Qizhen slowly turned his head and looked at her in a deep voice.
"Maybe I'm really destined to be your nemesis."
“…”
Sure enough, his mother's words had led him to guess the "eight characters clash" saying. Wei Ziyan laughed: "You know I made that up, how could you possibly be unlucky with me?"
"But since you met me, nothing good has happened."
"You became ill because I fell into the water, and you almost lost your life because I was injured by an assassin."
"If I hadn't pissed you off and made you run away from home, you wouldn't have met—"
"No, no!" Wei Ziyan interrupted him, "It's not what you think!"
"I fell into the water because of my own fault, and you rescued me."
"Haven't you noticed? Every time I got into trouble, it was because you rescued me in time that I was able to save my life."
"If it weren't for you, I would have been stabbed more than once in the cherry blossom forest."
"If it weren't for you, I would have died in that Guanyun Villa that night—"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Yan Qizhen interrupted her.
What's the use of life or death? It sounds harsh.
Wei Ziyan looked at his serious face and muttered, "You were the one who started talking nonsense first."
"I……"
"You've saved me so many times, how could you be my nemesis? You're clearly my lucky star!"
Lucky star?
Her...
For some reason, it was as if a piece of honey was stuffed into Yan Qi's bitter mouth, and the corners of his tightly clenched mouth involuntarily curled up.
After a dark face all day, he finally smiled.
Wei Ziyan was about to sigh that it was not easy, but Yan Qizhen's smile just raised slightly, but then he retracted it in the blink of an eye.
"Go back to the house and rest."
As he spoke, he called Qiu Luo who was standing beside him: "Help the young lady back to the house."
He clearly took the initiative to carry her in and out of bed last night, so why didn't he even help her walk today?
Wei Ziyan was certain that something was wrong with Yan Qi, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.
After returning, Yan Qizheng went back into the study and did not come out for dinner. Xu Ji said that the eldest son was writing an official document and would come out after finishing it, so that the young lady could eat first.
That wasn't all. At night, she came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed waiting for him to apply medicine. As a result, he asked Ping'er to call Lengxiang, who had just recovered from her illness.
He was clearly avoiding her on purpose!
Wei Ziyan was a little unhappy, but she was unhappy for only a short while.
Leng Xiang massaged her shoulders, and Ping Er came in holding a sandalwood box, opening it for her to see as if it were a treasure: "Young Madam, look—"
There were dark brown pills inside. As soon as I opened the lid, the sweet and rich aroma of medicinal herbs hit my nose.
Wei Ziyan raised her eyes to look at Ping'er and silently asked a question.
"The young lady didn't think the medicine was too bitter, so the eldest master asked the doctor to change the prescription into pills and add honey, so that the young lady would not feel the bitterness when taking the medicine."
Wei Ziyan: ...
How outrageous!
You're already avoiding her, why are you still doing all this nonsense?
A moment later, Xu Ji hurried into the study.
"Master, the young lady refuses to take the medicine, saying that the pills are not right."
Something wrong?
Yan Qizhen frowned, put down the book in his hand, stood up and left the study.
In the bedroom, Wei Ziyan sat on the edge of the bed, a sandalwood box beside her. She held a pill between her right index finger and thumb, as if exploring something.
Yan Qizhen walked over and sat down without thinking, picked up the box and looked around, but didn't see anything unusual, so he stared at the pill on her fingertips.
"What's wrong?"
"I mean..." Wei Ziyan raised her right hand and looked into Yan Qizhen's eyes through the gap between her fingers.
"The person who delivered the pills was not right."
“…”
The expression in the gap suddenly changed. Wei Ziyan moved her hand away and asked directly: "Did I misunderstand you last night and are you angry?"
Yan Qizhen subconsciously denied that she had tricked him into coming here for this.
"No."
"So you're feeling unwell and can't speak?"
“…”
Yan Qizhen's expression froze.
Seeing that he didn't deny it and his face showed obvious reaction, Wei Ziyan became more and more certain that her guess was correct.
“Everyone gets sick, no matter how healthy they are.”
"If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, don't be embarrassed to tell me, and don't try to bear it."
"As long as the right medicine is used, and you have a good foundation, you will be able to recover in a few days—"
“Hmm—”
Something blocked Wei Ziyan's mouth, and her chattering stopped abruptly. She glanced down and realized the pill in her hand was gone. Yan Qizheng had actually stuffed it into her mouth!
Wei Ziyan rolled her eyes upwards again and looked at Yan Qizheng with her eyes wide open, still holding his finger in her mouth in surprise.
Part of it was in her mouth, part of it was on her lips.
The warmth, wetness and softness from the fingertips numbed all the way to the tip of the heart, igniting a fire again.
Yan Qizheng's throat rolled, and he pulled out two fingers stiffly and slowly, his voice hoarse, deep and hoarse.
"You... take care of yourself."
【Author’s words】
Are the babies still there?
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