The young master was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, his fingers moving slightly, and the guzheng was as light and cold as flowing water, as cold as mountain water. I stood behind him and looked at him quietly. His green clothes made him as noble as a green bamboo, but his nobility could not be concealed. I vaguely remembered escaping from the Prince's Mansion, traveling alone, and meeting a robber. It was him who saved me.
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