He said that he was a waste of the academy who had no power to restrain a chicken, but when she examined the body of his concubine, he used a hairpin to pick out half a grain of poisonous sand from her throat;
She said that she was a gentle embroiderer who only knew how to embroider lotus flowers. But when he was falsely accused of stealing the golden Buddha, she pointed at the window lattice and said, "This scratch was made by the jade pendant on your waist when you came in last night."
The well in the Hou Mansion has been deep for twenty years. Some of the people who fell down were aunts, some were sisters, and some... Were the knives hidden in their sleeves.
When the old scar of the little beggar meets the new wound of the embroiderer, when the fragrance of the ink for clearing up the grievances mixes with the softness of the embroidery thread, in this sentence, they have to settle the old accounts of twenty years together. . .
