Qiaotou

A pot of wine, a sword, and a book. One river and lake, one court, one scholarly place. A small teahouse at Qiaotou, a cup of tea and an old man. Quietly telling the story of a generation. Love, hate, enmity, interests are intertwined. Yesterday I admired your heroic spirit, and you envied my peerless military exploits. And the scholar's words about "big brother" made me burst into tears. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.