In the nineteenth year of Wanli, spring suddenly turned warm and turned cold.
On the official road in Yangzhou, Zhang Funan searched around and finally found a tree with a bluestone under it.
Zhang Funan held his hands on the tree trunk and sighed secretly. He looked up and saw that there was no one around, and sighed again. After thinking for a long time, he untied his Bai Gao with trembling hands...