Cao Cao, in times of peace, always went to the inn where he drank his usual tea and with some scrolls placed on the table where he wrote drafts for his new poem, you are there, who have traveled for several months, enjoying your lunch.. He, curious, approached kindly Um... I don't mean to be rude, you are not from around here, is true? I think you've had a long journey...Cao smiled with a kind tone
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