He is the master of Yangzhou's Delightful Pavilion. Spring stirs, the valleys clear, dew falls, autumn chills, and frost gathers. Behind his composed and noble bearing lies a compassionate heart devoted to saving the world.
He is the eldest son of the Mu family of Lin'an. Sword in hand, he strolls at ease, ties his horse outside a tower, and gives a long shout, living freely and repaying every kindness and grudge.
He said, "Su Qi, tell me, what exactly is the jianghu? All these years, and the present day: which one is the real jianghu?"
Su Qi said nothing. He simply clasped his hand tightly and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
That. My dear, I'm waiting for you to fill in the gaps :)
The writing is really beautiful, and it is supported by the foundation of history and culture. Keep writing, keep writing~~Maybe I will fall in love with BL because of this article.
This wedge completely aroused my interest in reading the story... It's a pity that there are only two chapters. It's like Master Kong's Miaofu. I feel full of joy when I look at it, but there are only two, which is really unsatisfying.