Mr. Li of Ninggu Pagoda

In Ninggu Pagoda in the twelfth lunar month, the wind carries a knife. "Master, have a drink of wine to warm yourself up." Li Qingyan opened his eyes... The carriage suddenly shook violently and fell into a deep rut. The two skinny horses pulling the cart were puffing out white air and their hooves were slipping on the ice. The escort leader, whose surname was Wang, jumped out of the car with a curse and kicked the car's shaft. Damn this place! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.