Prince Xiaoyao has been a waste for more than ten years, and this time he decided to be a good man. The master of Xiaoyao Pavilion had been noble for the first half of his life, but this time he seemed to have really fallen into a ditch. The height of the temple and the distance of the rivers and lakes are two or three things that need to be said. They are both cowardly and wasteful. The little prince's attack and his strength are worthy of the world's most beautiful pavilion master. (This is an unexpected extra that I haven't even sorted out the outline of the main text...) (However, it is also a separate story. The 60,000-word short story has been completed, so you can watch it with confidence)
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