The night in Bianliang City was suddenly disrupted by a heavy rain.
The raindrops were as big as free hail, and they hit the bluestone road with a "crackling" sound, causing piles of water splashes.
It was as if there were curtains of water hanging up between the whole sky and the earth. It was great now that nothing could be seen clearly. The original bustling energy of Bianliang City was also blurred by the rain.
There was a horse running very fast, braving the violent storm and running wildly on the muddy streets.
There was a skinny young man on the horseback. His name was Zhang Ji, and he was an ordinary postman who delivered express mail at the Bianliang City Post Station. He held the reins tightly, and the cold rain kept hitting his face, but he didn't care.
