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简介：Zhu Cixiang looked to the southwest again, and for a moment, he seemed to see Yang Wenyue's tired figure. He could no longer bear the sadness in his heart, and his eyes became moist unknowingly. He turned the horse's head and shouted: Let's go! Riding on horseback, whipping up his whip, there were faint tears dripping in the billowing yellow dust.