In the late Ming Dynasty, the social economy was prosperous and extravagant pleasures were popular among the people. Although Ling Jingqian was born into a noble family, he was shunned because of his mother's early death. A slender and pale boy of fourteen or fifteen years old stood outside the corridor, his clothes fluttered by the wind, his dark hair spread over his white clothes, and his dark eyes flashed with a strange light. His evil fox eyes stared at a waste gas dry well in the backyard, and his thin lips pulled into a smile. The gloomy young man was in sharp contrast to the joyful atmosphere at home. Ling Jingqian raised the corner of his mouth mockingly and cursed: His father's seventh concubine came in again, and the sound of playing and playing music caused a ripple in the young man's heart. He lay on the roof to enjoy the coolness in the middle of the night yesterday. At that moment, the wonderful sound of the piano came to his ears, and he couldn't help but think of the woman playing the piano with bare hands... The sound of the young master brought Ling Jingqian back to reality. Ling Jingqian coughed awkwardly and walked to his courtyard, ignoring the master's order from the maid to call him to sit down. Walking through the corridor and down the steps, passing through the arch and bending down into the small garden, I lay sideways on the swing...
