I Was in China and Met the Prince of Xiliang by Chance at the Beginning.

In the Tingfeng Pavilion on the top floor, there was no sound of wind at this time. Only from time to time there was the sound of turning books, occasionally mixed with a sigh. The left hand is holding the scroll, and the right hand is touching the Diao Chan crawling in his arms. He was lying on the step with his head tilted, his long black hair tied with a white ribbon hanging behind him. A pure white cloak covered his body, covering his slender legs. With his lazy posture, quiet and harmonious appearance, coupled with his face that can make most women jealous, anyone who sees this scene has to admire him from the bottom of his heart. What a handsome young man, What an ordinary young man. Feng Chen frowned and sighed heavily. A pot of dragon and phoenix tea was already boiling on the coffee table on his left. He had no intention of getting up. At this moment, it seemed that the book with the Chronicles of China on the cover had absorbed all his energy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.