The night is like a thick inkstone that cannot be spread out. A hazy moonlight shines like cicada wings on the cinnabar-colored pavilion in Yiyuan.
The simple garden is brightly lit at this time, rising and falling, and people are drinking wine. The clear singing and light dancing captivated the country and the city. Shy murmurs and laughter are intertwined, and the beautiful shadows in the embroidered hibiscus green tent are endlessly glitzy and the garden is filled with spring scenery.
Mr. Jian, I am the owner of this garden. My real name is Jian Ye, but in order not to attract attention, I have dressed up as a man all my life, so I also call myself Mr. Jian.
"Master Jian, the business is here. Shopkeeper Luo is waiting for you in the cubicle."
The delicate whispers rang in the ears, making one's bones soften. Turning his head, he saw a pair of dark and deep purple eyes, with flowing light, green snail eyebrows and long black eyebrows, a face like a peach blossom, and a charming face. Her long, black hair is slightly curly, with an exotic aura, setting off her snow-white, milky, silky skin. She is wearing a deep purple brocade dress, the skirt is embroidered with many mango beads and sandalwoods, the red color is strange...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
