Waking up in a room full of books, she opened her eyes and saw a folding fan beside her. A poem on the fan came into view:
Self-titled and presented to Wu Zhenzhu Shimei
The ice is still intact, and the heavy snow is falling towards the trees.
Frequently watching the beauty and beauty of red plum blossoms, I don't know anything about worldly affairs but peace and contention.
There is a distant thought between the eyebrows, and the pen is lightly written in front of the wind by the window.
Each piece of ink and paper is left blank, and thousands of rivers and valleys continue to be majestic.
You still have to sigh when the clouds are high and misty, but why be alarmed when the dangerous road is far away.
The painting is full of poetry, and the lakes and mountains are full of colors.
The Xuanhua is now dancing like a queen, showing auspiciousness to the horizon.
The signature is "The Immortal Hero of the Great Tang Dynasty"
From then on, the story of this talented woman named Wu Zhenzhu and this worldly fairy unfolded...
