In front of Baihua Tower in Xianyang, Jiang Li, a painter in plain clothes, painted ten gold paintings in ten days. Onlookers whispered: Mr. Li is enamored of Huaying girl, and ten thousand gold will be enough to redeem him. The flower shadow beside the ninth-floor window sighed: If I really let him go, what will happen to my identity as a secret agent of Shenlong Hall? Cai Die covered her sleeves and chuckled: His uncle is Zhao Gao, how can the farmer dare to accept him? The ink downstairs was still dry, Jiang Li put down his pen and raised his head - facing the slightly opened window.
