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... eir heads and glared at Xu Qi ‘an.
“The person who wrote the poem wasn’t yang Ling?”
‘Little brother, are you itching for a beating? you’re selling me so straightforwardly …’ “That’s my alias,” Xu Qi ‘an replied.
“Really?”
“Really!”
“What are you going to the Imperial Academy for?” the two still didn’t believe him.
“Young man mu ‘AI,” Xu Qi’ an sat up straight and said.
The room suddenly fell into silence. The three great Confucians felt that ther ...
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