Ling Niye had a very strange dream. In the dream... She was Gu Xichao at the Qiting Wine Shop in the border town of Huangyue. A plate of cuckoo and drunken fish, a pot of cannon for lighting, she didn't know what kind of smoke and fire it was. "This scholar is quite talented, and his words are extraordinary." "Ha~ You are also very heroic." Before he could see the person clearly, he gave a reflexive mocking smile. …