Late spring in the second year of Yongzheng's reign. The sky was clear and the moon bright. Along with his friends, the Daoist Ku Mao and the pastry-loving Yuan Bing, he wandered Yingshan at night.
Even though the author's writing style is ordinary, his stories are endlessly evocative, like a fairy tale. But it's a pity that I can't understand what the author wants to convey.
Even though the author's writing style is ordinary, his stories are endlessly evocative, like a fairy tale. But it's a pity that I can't understand what the author wants to convey.
Where is this king? Stinky dwarf
Is that beauty my wife?
Even though the author's writing style is ordinary, his stories are endlessly evocative, like a fairy tale. But it's a pity that I can't understand what the author wants to convey.
Even though the author's writing style is ordinary, his stories are endlessly evocative, like a fairy tale. But it's a pity that I can't understand what the author wants to convey.