The Great Zhou Dynasty and Taishiyuan exploded early in the morning.
Xu Han slumped on a chair covered with brocade, Erlang's legs were crossed so high, he held a yellowed rubbing of the founding edict in his hand, and frowned so hard that he could kill mosquitoes. He was fair and fair, with a face like a crown of jade, and a bookish air between his brows and eyes, but his sitting posture made him look like an indistinct dandy, and he did not look like the youngest historian of the Great Zhou Dynasty at all.
