Chang'an Jun Mansion.
By the side of a pond, an old man was fishing in the slightly warm sun, holding a fishing rod with a needle on it and throwing it into the water.
I don't know whether he is fooling himself or the fish.
"The King of Qin is coming."
Li Mu was rarely drunk and looked energetic. He walked up behind the old man and spoke.
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