Mrs. Shizi[Comprehensive Martial Arts]
Chapter 43
Under Duanmu Rong's puzzled and blank gaze, Lu Xiaofeng stroked the beard around his lips, then leaned back, and he coughed softly while leaning on the chair, "Miss Duanmu, you don't want to say that your name is Is it raining in the south?"
Duanmu Rong: "...???"
Blinking, blinking again, looking at Lu Xiaofeng who was smiling but slightly worried, Duanmu Rong couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, "You're a bit cold, you're a joke."
Because he had never seen Tang Shiqi's performance in front of Ximen Chuuxue, Duanmurong's reaction to Lu Xiaofeng and the others was... inexplicable.
Sensing Duan Murong's direct expression of disgust, Lu Xiaofeng finally realized that Duan Murong and Tang Shiqi were different people, and she would not be as boring as Tang Shiqi.
Scratching the back of his head, Lu Xiaofeng smiled dryly at Duanmu Rong, "Forgive me, forgive me, we are sensitive."
"...Oh." Blinking, Duanmu Rong turned her head and asked Hua Manlou who was sitting next to her, feeling a little curious because of Lu Xiaofeng's reaction, "Huagongzi, would you mind telling me what happened?" ?”
Under Duan Murong's curious gaze, Hua Manlou tried his best to use the perspective of a bystander to tell Duan Murong what Tang Shiqi had done in Wanmei Villa.
After figuring out why Lu Xiaofeng and the others looked at her with such strange eyes, Duanmu Rong couldn't help pressing the corners of his mouth that almost twitched, "Am I that boring?"
After asking Lu Xiaofeng back like this, Duanmu Rong turned her attention to Ximen Chuuxue again, "I just asked this question just to confirm one thing." After confirming Ximen Chuuxue's identity, Duanmu Rong clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly He hit his left palm, "I can thank you only after confirming your identity."
Ximen Chuuxue, who looked indifferent, slightly raised his eyelids, and glanced at Duanmu Rong.
Duanmu Rong bent her eyes, and returned Ximen Chuuxue with a bright smile, "Thank you for the plum wine."
As Ximen Chuuxue's cousin, Zhao Youheng can get at least one jar of Ximen Chuixue's wine every year when it is brewed, and Zhao Youheng will often give a jar to Duanmu Rong who is far away in Wanhua Valley after getting the wine.
To some extent, Duanmurong drinks wine from Wanmei Villa every year.
Received thanks from Duanmurong, Ximen Chuixue glanced past Duanmurong's crescent-shaped eyes, all the way down, scanning her attire, he frowned slightly, "Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers?"
"Yes." Duanmu Rong nodded lightly.
Remembering that Zhao Youheng always sent the wine he gave to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley in one jar, Ximen Chuuxue instantly figured out Duanmu Rong's identity, "No wonder."
After realizing that Duanmurong will be his younger sibling in the future, Ximen Chuuxue took a rare and careful look at Duanmurong, and then nodded to her, "His vision is not bad."
His stupid cousin had a rare good eye.
"No wonder what?" Lu Xiaofeng, who didn't understand the conversation between Duanmu Rong and Ximen Chuuxue at all, and felt excluded, couldn't help but tugged at Ximen Chuuxue's sleeve. When Fuuxue looked over from the side, he put his chin on one hand and blinked lightly at Ximen Fuxue.
With Lu Xiaofeng's glance, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help but pursed his lower lip lightly.
Facing Lu Xiaofeng's stare, who thought he knew what kind of riddle he and Duanmu Rong were playing, Ximen Chuuxue expressionlessly pulled out the sleeve that Lu Xiaofeng was holding on to, and turning around, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, and looked at Duanmu Rong. Raised a toast.
Duanmu Rong also raised his glass and clinked glasses with Ximen Chuuxue.
She covered her sleeves, tilted her head back slightly, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Everything is in the wine.
Lu Xiaofeng who didn't get the answer tilted his head, and when he was thinking about whether he should work hard to get the answer from Duanmu Rong, Sikong Zhaixing suddenly hugged his shoulder and pulled him aside.
Looking back, Lu Xiaofeng saw Sikong Zhaixing with flushed cheeks and hiccups from time to time.
Lu Xiaofeng: "..." Before he noticed, how much did Sikong Zhaixing drink?
Lu Xiaofeng, who was full of helplessness, tried in vain to break free from Sikong Zaixing's "shackles", but unfortunately, the harder he tried, the tighter he was bound by Sikong Zaixing. In the end, he simply gave up struggling and let Sikong Zaixing hook him around his neck and feed him wine. .
"Lu Xiaoji, do you dare to bet with me?"
"What are you gambling?"
"Bet..." Sikong Zhaixing shook his head after hiccupping, his vision blurred. After feeling a little more awake, he turned his head to look at Lu Xiaofeng, and reached out to pat the other person's face, "Just bet on us Two, whoever drinks first will fall under the table!"
"Whoever lies under the table first is the dog!"
"Dare you? Bet or not?"
The wine fed by Sikong Zhaixing smelled of alcohol, Lu Xiaofeng slapped the table, not thinking that there would be any problems at all, he agreed to the other party's bet, and let Huamanlou, who was drinking quietly and alone, and Zhao Youheng This person has Duanmu Rong and Ximen Chuuxue who have a common topic to testify.
Witnessed by Duan Murong and the other three, Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zaixing started drinking bowl after bowl.
Since Sikong Zaixing drank a lot of wine before betting with Lu Xiaofeng, it was Sikong Zaixing who couldn't hold on in the end.
However, just when Lu Xiaofeng was patting the table, drinking and laughing while watching Sikong Zhaixing about to go under the table, the door behind Sikong Zhaixing suddenly opened, and the door hit him.
Sikong Zhaixing's pupils shrank from the pain from the beating, and his drunkenness instantly sobered up.
"Hey," Sikong Zhaixing smiled and pointed at Duanmu Rong with his index finger, "Lu Xiaoji, you didn't expect that, did you? This time, I won't lose."
Lu Xiaofeng, who was about to throw a bowl to celebrate after Sikong Zhaoxing fell, said: "..."
Duan Murong, who was identified as Lu Xiaofeng by Sikong Zaixing: "..."
Sikong Zaixing looked at Duan Murong, Lu Xiaofeng looked at Sikong Zaixing, Ximen Chuixue and Hua Manlou were quietly drinking the wine in their cups... I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident, everyone ignored the sudden opening of the door, At this moment, the woman in pink who was standing behind Sikong Jiexing was staring red.
Wiping away the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, the red-eyed woman in pink waited for Ximen Chuuxue, who was drooping and drinking beside Lu Xiaofeng, and yelled, "Ximen Chuuxue!"
This soft drink finally attracted everyone's attention.
Drunken-eyed Sikong Zhaixing subconsciously tilted his head back, "Huh? Isn't this... hiccup... Miss Sun Xiuqing?" Turning his head back, Sikong Zhaixing turned to look at Sun Xiuqing who was standing at the door. Fully awake, he directly said the words that hadn't crossed his mind, "Miss Sun, aren't you keeping a filial piety for Dugu Yihe? Why are you wearing... pink clothes?"
Sun Xiuqing, who appeared in front of them, was wearing a Liuxian skirt that gradually changed from light pink to dark pink, and embroidered shoes embroidered with pearls were faintly hidden under the skirt.With exquisite makeup, she wore a ponytail, and a peach hairpin with tassels was inserted obliquely on her temples. As the night wind blew by, the pearls falling from the tassels swirled with the night wind.
At this moment, Sun Xiuqing's eyes were red, and there were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't see the slightest bit of embarrassment, on the contrary, people couldn't help feeling pity.
Based on her own thoughts, Sun Xiuqing, who came here after dressing up carefully, completely ignored Sikong Zhaixing. She held on to the door frame and looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was sitting at the table with a calm and almost indifferent expression. It took courage to support his weak-legged body, and he said fiercely to Ximen Chuuxue, "Ximen Chuuxue, I hate you!"
"I admit, I like you, but..." Sun Xiuqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, staring at her, and said to Ximen Chuuxue word by word, "This does not prevent me from hating you!"
"The revenge of killing a master is irreconcilable!"
Because of Duan Murong's behavior of tearing off Shangguan Feiyan's "skin", when Lu Xiaofeng went to the banquet held by Yan Tieshan, Shangguan Feiyan did not hide in the dark wearing Shangguan Danfeng's "skin", waiting for the opportunity to attack Yan Tieshan.
Before Lu Xiaofeng could ask Yan Tieshan any questions, he died of poisoning.
As for who poisoned it, even Huo Tianqing didn't know.When he finally saw Huo Xiu, Lu Xiaofeng knew that Yan Tieshan's death was caused by Ye Xiuzhu who liked Huo Tianqing.
When Yan Tieshan died, Shangguan Feiyan was busy looking for trouble for Duanmurong.
Due to the absence of Shangguan Feiyan's participation at certain critical moments and the early exposure of Huo Tianqing on tenderlines, the first encounter between Ximen Chuuxue and Sun Xiuqing did not proceed as fate had planned.
In Ximen Chuuxue's view, Sun Xiuqing was just a woman with a sword.
No, it's not a woman who uses a sword. To be precise, Sun Xiuqing is not even a swordsman.
——If you can't even hold a sword steadily, why bother practicing swords.
Ximen Chuuxue didn't even remember Sun Xiuqing's name and face, so facing Sun Xiuqing who was so emotional that he seemed to faint in the next moment, and could barely stabilize his body by holding on to the door frame, Ximen Chuuxue put down the wine glass in his hand, and lifted it lightly. Next, he looked at Sun Xiuqing expressionlessly, "Who are you?"
Sun Xiuqing: "...!!!"
She couldn't help but widen her eyes, and the teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes finally slid down her cheeks, "You don't remember me!" Realizing that Ximen Fuxue really didn't remember her, rather than deliberately pretending not to know her Afterwards, Sun Xiuqi covered her face with her sleeve, staggered and ran out.
The wind carried Sun Xiuqing's broken cry to the ears of everyone who was still sitting at the table in the room.
In the silence, Duanmu Rong coughed lightly, "So, what is that girl here for?"
Glancing over from the corner of the eye, his expression remained unchanged, as if Ximen Chuuxue had never been confessed to before, Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, "I don't know."
As he said that, Lu Xiaofeng saw that his foot on the stool had come down, and by the way, he wiped the stool he had stepped on with his sleeve, and then sat down carelessly with his clothes hem lifted.He served Sikong Zhaixingman a drink, and then, as if no uninvited guest had just barged in, he nonchalantly yelled to continue drinking with Sikong Zhaixing.
Different from Lu Xiaofeng who was indifferent, Sikong Zhaixing suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly raised his head, "Maybe, she came here so that I won't lose to Lu Xiaoji?"
If Sun Xiuqing hadn't pushed the door open and hit Sikong Zhaixing on the back just now, the victory between him and Lu Xiaofeng would have already been decided.
Thinking about Sikong Zhaixing's words carefully, Duanmurong found that to some extent, what the other party said was actually very reasonable.
Pressing the corner of his mouth that was inexplicably twitched, his eyes skipped seeing that Sikong Zhaixing really couldn't speak, so he slapped the other party's head, and finally succeeded in quarreling with Lu Xiaofeng, Duanmu Rong tilted his head and glanced at Lu Xiaofeng's side Ximen Chuuxue who was drinking with downcast eyes.
Ximen Chuuxue didn't seem to be affected by Sun Xiuqing, even the way he drank was exactly the same as at the beginning, his indifferent expression made it difficult to see what he was thinking at the moment.
No one knew what Ximen Chuuxue thought about the first woman who dared to confess to him - Sun Xiuqing.
Duan Murong blinked her eyes, silently picked up the wine glass in front of her, and sipped lightly the wine in the glass. She sat on the side with a smile on her face, watching Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zaixing quarrel because they were drunk. .
As for Ximen Chuuxue... Duanmu Rong thought, the next time she sees Zhao Youheng, she will have another topic to talk to.
With such thoughts in mind, Duanmu Rong rolled his eyes.
As Duanmu Rong bent her eyes into crescents, a smile emerged from her eyes and spread all the way to the corners of her eyes and brows.
Duanmu Rong: "...???"
Blinking, blinking again, looking at Lu Xiaofeng who was smiling but slightly worried, Duanmu Rong couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, "You're a bit cold, you're a joke."
Because he had never seen Tang Shiqi's performance in front of Ximen Chuuxue, Duanmurong's reaction to Lu Xiaofeng and the others was... inexplicable.
Sensing Duan Murong's direct expression of disgust, Lu Xiaofeng finally realized that Duan Murong and Tang Shiqi were different people, and she would not be as boring as Tang Shiqi.
Scratching the back of his head, Lu Xiaofeng smiled dryly at Duanmu Rong, "Forgive me, forgive me, we are sensitive."
"...Oh." Blinking, Duanmu Rong turned her head and asked Hua Manlou who was sitting next to her, feeling a little curious because of Lu Xiaofeng's reaction, "Huagongzi, would you mind telling me what happened?" ?”
Under Duan Murong's curious gaze, Hua Manlou tried his best to use the perspective of a bystander to tell Duan Murong what Tang Shiqi had done in Wanmei Villa.
After figuring out why Lu Xiaofeng and the others looked at her with such strange eyes, Duanmu Rong couldn't help pressing the corners of his mouth that almost twitched, "Am I that boring?"
After asking Lu Xiaofeng back like this, Duanmu Rong turned her attention to Ximen Chuuxue again, "I just asked this question just to confirm one thing." After confirming Ximen Chuuxue's identity, Duanmu Rong clenched his right hand into a fist and lightly He hit his left palm, "I can thank you only after confirming your identity."
Ximen Chuuxue, who looked indifferent, slightly raised his eyelids, and glanced at Duanmu Rong.
Duanmu Rong bent her eyes, and returned Ximen Chuuxue with a bright smile, "Thank you for the plum wine."
As Ximen Chuuxue's cousin, Zhao Youheng can get at least one jar of Ximen Chuixue's wine every year when it is brewed, and Zhao Youheng will often give a jar to Duanmu Rong who is far away in Wanhua Valley after getting the wine.
To some extent, Duanmurong drinks wine from Wanmei Villa every year.
Received thanks from Duanmurong, Ximen Chuixue glanced past Duanmurong's crescent-shaped eyes, all the way down, scanning her attire, he frowned slightly, "Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers?"
"Yes." Duanmu Rong nodded lightly.
Remembering that Zhao Youheng always sent the wine he gave to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley in one jar, Ximen Chuuxue instantly figured out Duanmu Rong's identity, "No wonder."
After realizing that Duanmurong will be his younger sibling in the future, Ximen Chuuxue took a rare and careful look at Duanmurong, and then nodded to her, "His vision is not bad."
His stupid cousin had a rare good eye.
"No wonder what?" Lu Xiaofeng, who didn't understand the conversation between Duanmu Rong and Ximen Chuuxue at all, and felt excluded, couldn't help but tugged at Ximen Chuuxue's sleeve. When Fuuxue looked over from the side, he put his chin on one hand and blinked lightly at Ximen Fuxue.
With Lu Xiaofeng's glance, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help but pursed his lower lip lightly.
Facing Lu Xiaofeng's stare, who thought he knew what kind of riddle he and Duanmu Rong were playing, Ximen Chuuxue expressionlessly pulled out the sleeve that Lu Xiaofeng was holding on to, and turning around, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, and looked at Duanmu Rong. Raised a toast.
Duanmu Rong also raised his glass and clinked glasses with Ximen Chuuxue.
She covered her sleeves, tilted her head back slightly, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Everything is in the wine.
Lu Xiaofeng who didn't get the answer tilted his head, and when he was thinking about whether he should work hard to get the answer from Duanmu Rong, Sikong Zhaixing suddenly hugged his shoulder and pulled him aside.
Looking back, Lu Xiaofeng saw Sikong Zhaixing with flushed cheeks and hiccups from time to time.
Lu Xiaofeng: "..." Before he noticed, how much did Sikong Zhaixing drink?
Lu Xiaofeng, who was full of helplessness, tried in vain to break free from Sikong Zaixing's "shackles", but unfortunately, the harder he tried, the tighter he was bound by Sikong Zaixing. In the end, he simply gave up struggling and let Sikong Zaixing hook him around his neck and feed him wine. .
"Lu Xiaoji, do you dare to bet with me?"
"What are you gambling?"
"Bet..." Sikong Zhaixing shook his head after hiccupping, his vision blurred. After feeling a little more awake, he turned his head to look at Lu Xiaofeng, and reached out to pat the other person's face, "Just bet on us Two, whoever drinks first will fall under the table!"
"Whoever lies under the table first is the dog!"
"Dare you? Bet or not?"
The wine fed by Sikong Zhaixing smelled of alcohol, Lu Xiaofeng slapped the table, not thinking that there would be any problems at all, he agreed to the other party's bet, and let Huamanlou, who was drinking quietly and alone, and Zhao Youheng This person has Duanmu Rong and Ximen Chuuxue who have a common topic to testify.
Witnessed by Duan Murong and the other three, Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zaixing started drinking bowl after bowl.
Since Sikong Zaixing drank a lot of wine before betting with Lu Xiaofeng, it was Sikong Zaixing who couldn't hold on in the end.
However, just when Lu Xiaofeng was patting the table, drinking and laughing while watching Sikong Zhaixing about to go under the table, the door behind Sikong Zhaixing suddenly opened, and the door hit him.
Sikong Zhaixing's pupils shrank from the pain from the beating, and his drunkenness instantly sobered up.
"Hey," Sikong Zhaixing smiled and pointed at Duanmu Rong with his index finger, "Lu Xiaoji, you didn't expect that, did you? This time, I won't lose."
Lu Xiaofeng, who was about to throw a bowl to celebrate after Sikong Zhaoxing fell, said: "..."
Duan Murong, who was identified as Lu Xiaofeng by Sikong Zaixing: "..."
Sikong Zaixing looked at Duan Murong, Lu Xiaofeng looked at Sikong Zaixing, Ximen Chuixue and Hua Manlou were quietly drinking the wine in their cups... I don't know if it was a coincidence or an accident, everyone ignored the sudden opening of the door, At this moment, the woman in pink who was standing behind Sikong Jiexing was staring red.
Wiping away the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, the red-eyed woman in pink waited for Ximen Chuuxue, who was drooping and drinking beside Lu Xiaofeng, and yelled, "Ximen Chuuxue!"
This soft drink finally attracted everyone's attention.
Drunken-eyed Sikong Zhaixing subconsciously tilted his head back, "Huh? Isn't this... hiccup... Miss Sun Xiuqing?" Turning his head back, Sikong Zhaixing turned to look at Sun Xiuqing who was standing at the door. Fully awake, he directly said the words that hadn't crossed his mind, "Miss Sun, aren't you keeping a filial piety for Dugu Yihe? Why are you wearing... pink clothes?"
Sun Xiuqing, who appeared in front of them, was wearing a Liuxian skirt that gradually changed from light pink to dark pink, and embroidered shoes embroidered with pearls were faintly hidden under the skirt.With exquisite makeup, she wore a ponytail, and a peach hairpin with tassels was inserted obliquely on her temples. As the night wind blew by, the pearls falling from the tassels swirled with the night wind.
At this moment, Sun Xiuqing's eyes were red, and there were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, but he didn't see the slightest bit of embarrassment, on the contrary, people couldn't help feeling pity.
Based on her own thoughts, Sun Xiuqing, who came here after dressing up carefully, completely ignored Sikong Zhaixing. She held on to the door frame and looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was sitting at the table with a calm and almost indifferent expression. It took courage to support his weak-legged body, and he said fiercely to Ximen Chuuxue, "Ximen Chuuxue, I hate you!"
"I admit, I like you, but..." Sun Xiuqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, staring at her, and said to Ximen Chuuxue word by word, "This does not prevent me from hating you!"
"The revenge of killing a master is irreconcilable!"
Because of Duan Murong's behavior of tearing off Shangguan Feiyan's "skin", when Lu Xiaofeng went to the banquet held by Yan Tieshan, Shangguan Feiyan did not hide in the dark wearing Shangguan Danfeng's "skin", waiting for the opportunity to attack Yan Tieshan.
Before Lu Xiaofeng could ask Yan Tieshan any questions, he died of poisoning.
As for who poisoned it, even Huo Tianqing didn't know.When he finally saw Huo Xiu, Lu Xiaofeng knew that Yan Tieshan's death was caused by Ye Xiuzhu who liked Huo Tianqing.
When Yan Tieshan died, Shangguan Feiyan was busy looking for trouble for Duanmurong.
Due to the absence of Shangguan Feiyan's participation at certain critical moments and the early exposure of Huo Tianqing on tenderlines, the first encounter between Ximen Chuuxue and Sun Xiuqing did not proceed as fate had planned.
In Ximen Chuuxue's view, Sun Xiuqing was just a woman with a sword.
No, it's not a woman who uses a sword. To be precise, Sun Xiuqing is not even a swordsman.
——If you can't even hold a sword steadily, why bother practicing swords.
Ximen Chuuxue didn't even remember Sun Xiuqing's name and face, so facing Sun Xiuqing who was so emotional that he seemed to faint in the next moment, and could barely stabilize his body by holding on to the door frame, Ximen Chuuxue put down the wine glass in his hand, and lifted it lightly. Next, he looked at Sun Xiuqing expressionlessly, "Who are you?"
Sun Xiuqing: "...!!!"
She couldn't help but widen her eyes, and the teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes finally slid down her cheeks, "You don't remember me!" Realizing that Ximen Fuxue really didn't remember her, rather than deliberately pretending not to know her Afterwards, Sun Xiuqi covered her face with her sleeve, staggered and ran out.
The wind carried Sun Xiuqing's broken cry to the ears of everyone who was still sitting at the table in the room.
In the silence, Duanmu Rong coughed lightly, "So, what is that girl here for?"
Glancing over from the corner of the eye, his expression remained unchanged, as if Ximen Chuuxue had never been confessed to before, Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard, "I don't know."
As he said that, Lu Xiaofeng saw that his foot on the stool had come down, and by the way, he wiped the stool he had stepped on with his sleeve, and then sat down carelessly with his clothes hem lifted.He served Sikong Zhaixingman a drink, and then, as if no uninvited guest had just barged in, he nonchalantly yelled to continue drinking with Sikong Zhaixing.
Different from Lu Xiaofeng who was indifferent, Sikong Zhaixing suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly raised his head, "Maybe, she came here so that I won't lose to Lu Xiaoji?"
If Sun Xiuqing hadn't pushed the door open and hit Sikong Zhaixing on the back just now, the victory between him and Lu Xiaofeng would have already been decided.
Thinking about Sikong Zhaixing's words carefully, Duanmurong found that to some extent, what the other party said was actually very reasonable.
Pressing the corner of his mouth that was inexplicably twitched, his eyes skipped seeing that Sikong Zhaixing really couldn't speak, so he slapped the other party's head, and finally succeeded in quarreling with Lu Xiaofeng, Duanmu Rong tilted his head and glanced at Lu Xiaofeng's side Ximen Chuuxue who was drinking with downcast eyes.
Ximen Chuuxue didn't seem to be affected by Sun Xiuqing, even the way he drank was exactly the same as at the beginning, his indifferent expression made it difficult to see what he was thinking at the moment.
No one knew what Ximen Chuuxue thought about the first woman who dared to confess to him - Sun Xiuqing.
Duan Murong blinked her eyes, silently picked up the wine glass in front of her, and sipped lightly the wine in the glass. She sat on the side with a smile on her face, watching Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zaixing quarrel because they were drunk. .
As for Ximen Chuuxue... Duanmu Rong thought, the next time she sees Zhao Youheng, she will have another topic to talk to.
With such thoughts in mind, Duanmu Rong rolled his eyes.
As Duanmu Rong bent her eyes into crescents, a smile emerged from her eyes and spread all the way to the corners of her eyes and brows.
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