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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.,"Well, what if others misunderstand your intentions and you come in without speaking How would you open your mouth" Leon raised an eyebrow.。