Comprehensivechinese Through the Leisurely Life of a Passerby

New works are released, everyone is welcome to go to the "Boom——!" A dull loud noise, accompanied by the harsh "click" sound of broken wood, exploded in the boudoir in the backyard of Dong E's Mansion in the early morning. Lin Qingyao remained in a half-sitting position, frozen on the spot, with the splintered huanghuali wood bed beneath her. The bed board made of fine wood was broken into two parts in the middle, the bedposts were skewed, the curtains were half-draped, and the dust was flying in the morning light that filtered through the window lattice. She looked down at her hand that was pressed against the edge of the broken wood - slender, white, with rounded and clean nails, a standard pair of hands of a Manchu noblewoman. But it was these hands that just subconsciously wanted to support the body. With a gentle press, the solid edge of the bed collapsed like a crispy pancake.