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On the tenth day of the first month, the general's residence. Outside the window the plum blossoms bloomed, blooming in the sky of flying snow, a tree like ice carved jade. "You have been standing here for three hours," a voice slowly sounded," what are you thinking? " There was a young man standing in front of the window, wearing sable fur, holding a golden cup, standing quietly in front of the openwork window, quietly looking out of the window at the plum blossoms in the snow. The snow light...