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1V1, little abuse Tsundere, indifference, coolness, gentleness, sunshine, healing The Young Pavilion Master of Jinglan Pavilion came down from the mountain at the age of fifteen, and as soon as he made a move, he provoked someone who should not have had any troubles—— The dignified third prince, who has always been disliked by his father, was thrown to the north for five years before returning. He originally planned to close his eyes and stay away from the whirlpool of power, but he never thought that a chance encounter would drag him into this dispute. Small theater 1: After a while, Mu Jinzhi said, "Can I help you?" Li Mufeng: "No." He answered firmly. Mu Jinzhi curled his lips: "I don't." Li Mufeng was not annoyed, "Then you go wash the vegetables." "Not going." "Then bring some water." "No." "Then let's light the fire." "No." "Chopping firewood?" "No." "Take charge?" "No." "Plate it?" "No." Li Mufeng kept talking and his hands were busy doing whatever he needed to do without expecting any help from Mu Jinzhi. Mu Jinzhi was still leaning against the door, not moving at all, and tilted his head slightly. I have been dreaming about it since I was a child. It would be great if there was one person who could tolerate all the bad words I said. As I got older, I was surprised to find that I didn't say "no" much anymore. As far as you are concerned, since it doesn't matter what you do, why bother to refuse and make others unhappy. So slowly, nothing mattered anymore. It wasn't until last night that Mu Jinzhi suddenly felt that some things were not so indifferent. At least these unexplained and meaningless conversations made Mu Jinzhi feel as if he had returned to his childhood, willful and childish, yet flesh and blood, arrogant and stubborn, yet extremely real. Small theater 2: Mu Jinzhi looked at Li Mufeng talking incoherently, wanting to express something but not knowing where to start. He burst out laughing, and tried hard to suppress it. He put his head on Li Mufeng's shoulder without raising his head, but his shoulders shook slightly. Li Mufeng was a little annoyed. The once dignified commander-in-chief of the three armies was defeated by a few words about the love of his children. He was also teased and teased by the people in front of him. He looked slightly annoyed and said, "Xiao Jin!" "I'm not laughing!" He raised his head with a serious look on his face. Li Mufeng was a little helpless and said weakly to Mu Jinzhi's face, which was trying to hold back a smile: "I don't have this experience." Mu Jinzhi said seriously: "I have no experience either." Small theater 3: Mu Jinzhi said bitterly: "If you want to do your best for him, don't forget it. Do you still plan to die?!" What the hell is this... As he spoke, his eyes turned red and he looked away. "Xiao Jin, it's not for him, you..." Half of the words were spoken, but for a moment I didn't know what to do, to persuade him to let him understand that his lover was about to sacrifice his life for the country, the wise Shenwu? Or should I reiterate to him the righteousness of family and country? Or is it to blame him for only thinking about his lover... That's all, he can't say it. "I promise you, I will definitely come back." In my mind, I turned over thousands of times and only came up with this promise, which was both beautiful and feeble. What can be done? Indifference meets the gentleness of the sun, love, hatred and hatred meet the righteousness of the family and the country. Where is the way back? Concept: Big self and small self