His Royal Highness, King Qi, lives a regular life, with a pure heart and few desires, like an ascetic monk.
King Qi: ... Do you misunderstand me or the word ascetic?
An Quan (little flower): My name Quan means grass. When I was fifteen years old, His Highness the King of Qi named me Xiaohua, which means "Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they bloom like peonies." Even though I am very small, I can still bloom brilliant flowers. I will definitely listen to His Highness and find my own happiness.
King Qi: ... I really don't mean that.
The King of Qi is a man of rare talent and reputation, he is a pure and upright man, has an unparalleled appearance, and does what a gentleman orders.
King Qi: I just wish I didn't have this skin. It would save others from worrying about me and keep important people at a distance.
An older retired star-eyed palace maid with a huge aura (former) prince.
Qing, the moon is in the sky, its light is clear and far away.
The vastness of the sea mirrors the ice, and the flat lake reflects the beauty of the moon.
Su'e bears the wrath of heaven, and the cold pond receives the jade toad.
Good fortune and misfortune are all determined by fate, gathering and dispersing are tied by a thin thread.
Wouldn't you be grateful for your encounter and seek peace of mind?
... Please ignore the above strange poem QAQ.
This is the story of a salted fish marinating a dragon.
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