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Zhao Fu Yun was taken out of the Zhao family by his aunt when he was thirteen years old and sent to practice in the courtyard under Tian Du Mountain. It has been thirteen years since then.,Of course, the person who gave him the message also clearly stated that they would not come forward to corroborate his story.,One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.。