Prologue
Beneath the moon, clear cups gather around wine that's cloudy; alone, I watch the snow fall with splendid beauty.
In my leisure, I pick up The Deer and the Cauldron, and lose myself in flights of fancy.
He was proud, lustful, loyal, kindhearted, and charming. During an aimless trip to admire the snow at Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, a chance encounter took him back to the early Qing Dynasty. There, he embarked on a legendary tale of romance, love and swords, and helping his lord bring peace to the realm.
Wei Xiaobao? No, his name was Zhou Xiaobao. He was from Nanjing, a nineteen-year-old high school student from the future... His prosperous family and happy home could not tame his untamed heart. He wanted to roam the world, just like the line from his favorite poem:
