He Nanqing has guarded Yanhuiguan on the frontier for twelve years.
He keeps away from women and owns no private fortune. His soldiers fear him like a mountain and revere him like a god.
No one knows that an old dressing mirror lies hidden in his tent, its frame worn smooth as satin. No one knows that every new moon, he climbs to the highest point of the pass and gazes toward the capital all night.
He looks at the moon in the northwest, but thinks of the crescent moon in Jiangnan, curved like someone’s brows and eyes.
His subordinates think him as hard as iron. He thought so too, until one day he received a letter with no name signed at the end.
There was only one character on the paper, scented with cold plum blossoms.
He clutched the sheet, his fingertips turning faintly white.
Shen Moyu, twenty-four years old, master of the capital’s Evernight House.
He owns three brothels and four gambling houses, with music halls spread across thirteen provinces. He works his abacus beads like a musician plucking strings. The capital’s powerful men throw fortunes at him for a smile; he accepts their banknotes with a smile, then turns around and adds the money to someone else’s military funds.
No one can fathom his background. He is like a kite he has set aloft himself, its string hidden where no one can find it.
Except for one string: every year, with the first snowfall, he personally brews a jar of osmanthus wine and stores it in the deepest cellar of Evernight House. The red label on the jar always bears the same name.
He never drinks it. He only waits.
People say Boss Shen is cold-hearted, that the warmest affection freezes to frost before it reaches him.
But who knows that frost is only hot blood turned to ice?
Now the general has come to the capital to report on his duties.
In the private room on Evernight House’s top floor, Shen Moyu leans against a bolster, idly twirling a small bronze mirror between his fingers. It is a crude thing from beyond the border, its surface worn and cloudy.
Beyond the curtain, the sound of hoofbeats draws nearer.
It's good to watch, it's good to watch, important things are said three times, I love watching this kind of two-powerful thing. Shen is a glutinous rice dumpling with sesame filling. He's so cute, and He is such a high-spirited little general. The ambiguity between them makes people scream. I really like this kind of thing. Although there are less of it, the author will never stop updating it and won't abandon the article.
The writing is very good, gorgeous and delicate, and the concept is very novel.
A good book, 5 points recommended! The structure is clear, the purpose is clear, the two-way running, and the two main characters have distinctive characteristics, all of which are very popular! The author's writing style is particularly good, and he describes the scenery and things in a eloquent way. Very beautiful! A good book
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Very interesting, I recommend watching it
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