My name is Alang, I have lived in Wushan since I was a child, and I have spent the past 14 years here carefree.
Once you enter the capital, everyone knows that you are a great scholar of the generation. How come you can only fight with horses and crickets?
Hey, I really don't want to get involved in this strange situation in Beijing.
Relying on my old master, I spent all day looking at flowers, listening to little songs, coveting the moonlit Prince Fu, fighting cockfights with Rong Xiaohou, and talking about the philosophy of life with the loyal and patriotic General Ji, and I was happy.
Just being trapped in this, how can we easily stay out of it?
Alas, my heart is filled with wounds, and I drink wine as a reward for the moon. Ahem, this life with surging undercurrents is a bit exciting when you think about it.
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