At night, the autumn breeze is slightly cool.

Zhao Huaiyi sat in front of the desk with an ink-colored coat on his body, the candlelight in the glass lampshade on the table was blown bright and dark by the wind, he put down the file in his hand and rubbed his tired eyebrows.

"Childe, all the things that should be brought back to Shengjing tomorrow have been packed."

A moment later, Pei Xiao walked in from outside the house and closed the windowsill as he spoke.

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Chapter 95 of "Stirring Up the Wind and the Moon": Dreaming is hitting with your hand, please wait a moment,

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