Ten years ago, everyone in Jianya was massacred. They were all killed with blunt weapons. This matter is still an unresolved case. There are rumors that the massacrer's red sleeves fell into the snow during the twelfth lunar month, and his blood splashed across the stars, which was very similar to the scene when Jianya outflanked the Sui Mansion. Everyone guessed that the young master from the Sui family came to seek revenge on Jian Ya.
Ten years later, Langque Pavilion, the best teahouse in the world, became famous. The shopkeeper, who had a bright face and a dull temperament, suddenly called a young storyteller to mess up his mood.
The young man raised the melon seed skin in his hand, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper, I'm not talking about books, I'm talking about fortune."
What happened in the past is now. The romantic grievances of three generations, and the legend of the world for decades.
A fabrication, several times of creation, a sheathed bladeless knife, and aged peach blossom wine, from now on, it will be considered unsealed.