My Days on the Set of The Legend of Mi Yue

Look at today: the sun and moon shine upon our Southern Xia; armored steeds charge like tigers, swallowing ten thousand miles.

The sky is vast, the fields stretch endlessly, and a pear tree towers over the crabapple blossoms.

The wheels rumble, the horses neigh. A box of Jinge is good to use.

Three thousand beauties fill the imperial harem; one moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces.

Grind an iron pestle into an embroidery needle; only then will you understand that Jinge is what you need.

Red hands, yellow wine, two orioles sing among the green willows.

Beyond the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a bit of Jinge will take you flying.

The road ahead is long and winding; I shall search high and low.

A hero departs and never returns; too much Jinge leaves you limp.

What exactly is Jinge?!

Hello, everyone. I'm Jinge.

I came to the Princess Agent cast because they called out to me with such heartfelt longing.

A short, cute little story.

Theme: Be happy