The spring of Tianbao's third year.
To the east of Luoyang City, there is a place called "Poyan Study". You might call it a study, but in fact it is just that. Right here, a particularly absurd drama is taking place.
Inside the room, the oil lamp was just a little bright, illuminating a thin figure.
This person is our protagonist, named Li Yan.
He was lying on a tattered desk, writing something nonstop, copying the fragments of "Taichu Ce".
The "rustling" sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper can be heard clearly in this quiet night.
