Jun Sheng Also Has No Regrets

There are gongs and drums beating outside, and the house is quiet. The breeze blows, and white clothes rise in the wind. A certain Sheng picked up a piece of music, with a smile on his lips, and waved his hand: "Chijun, if you lose, how about playing a game with me?" A certain gentleman said neither lightly nor lightly: "Okay." He picked up the white piece and dropped it. A certain gentleman: "I lost!" … … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.