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After speaking, she closed her eyes, a rare weariness settling on her brow. She lay back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, save for the section pulled up and adorned with a peachwood hairpin. Her slender waist was cinched tight, the folds of her skirt billowing gently around her as she swayed slightly with the breeze. Two sashes hung from her waist, rippling in the wind.,In the evening, as the sun set in the west and night fell, the bustling capital city came alive. Thousands of lanterns illuminated the streets, their warm glow outshining even the stars in the sky.,You can chat and exchange ideas, or admire the skills here, but if you behave inappropriately, I'm sorry, your name will be hung in the main hall of Fengyue Lou for three days to be ridiculed by all the scholars and poets in the world. Unless you don't want any face left, otherwise everyone entering Fengyue Lou abides by gentlemanly conduct.。