Shizi Pavilion sells some expensive but useless "spiritual weapons". Living in the pavilion are three brothers and sisters. They lived an ordinary life like this until the nineteen-year-old Qiao Ru discovered the imperial list. One dispute after another was triggered, and the story was played out one after another. Can I wait for you when the south wind blows on my face next spring? It's the first time I write a bit of fantasy. The writing style may be a little poor, and some of the words may be inappropriate..
Intention: Huh?