Liang Du Jinxiu: the Hand-Model Secretary's Journey Across the World

Autumn, the seventh year of Tianjian in Nanliang. On the outskirts of Jiankang city, it rained heavily. Heavy raindrops hit the ruins of the ruined temple, splashing mud flowers three feet high. The wind carried raindrops and poured into the temple door, blowing the pile of firewood in the corner that was about to go out and sending sparks flying. In the end, only a faint wisp of green smoke was left, fleeting in the humid air. Zhongsun Ai Xi woke up from the cold.