Still strong. On a summer night in February, the entire Cha Ban citadel was sleeping well. The heaving of the city chest is as if it is in harmony with the soft, gentle breath of the sea. For a long time, Venerable Minh Thai has had the habit of practicing martial arts, boxing, martial arts, wrestling, hockey, and swords at dusk right behind the banana garden after the worship ceremony, both discreetly at the same time that no one expected. And at night the monk went to meditate. The monk's Silence It's A Finnish Thing You Wouldn't Understand Mug. Appreciation. Stop pounding. Thuy Quynh picked up a little bit of A powder on her fingers, then squeezed it out to see. Fine powder. She brought it before the princess: Can you please pound it like this? The princess nodded, and said: The two of them put this powder in a jar, small mouth, pour another cup of wine, stopper it tightly, shake for a while so the wine is evenly absorbed into the medicine and then put it away, when used, I'm wrong. The two maids obediently followed, wondering:
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