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At this moment, the sound of hooves drumming from the path outside the tea garden.,As soon as I opened the bamboo gate of the hanging building, I saw a well-proportioned young man in the small room, buried his head in a parchment scroll. He dipped a feather pen into the ink by his side and quickly recorded something.,Angel shook his head. "Do I need to teach you that Your father always used to talk like that."。