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[Ancient proverbs + dynasty imaginary + two-way redemption + two strong + group portraits + slight fantasy + light comedy] The first time we met, in a ditch? Wrong, come again When they met for the first time, Wen Yan, who was supposed to be present at the conferment ceremony, suddenly appeared on a hilltop outside the capital. Looking at the man who came from nowhere in front of him, Wen Yan was a little at a loss. He tilted his head and leaned over to look at the person sitting cross-legged, and tentatively touched a branch from the side. The second time we meet, you don't know me? Why don't you know me? After three or four encounters, things are going in a wrong direction. What is going on? This is not right.