On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two of them were sitting opposite each other under the moonlight, with a plate of mooncakes on the table. Mr. Kong Ming said: The moonlight is very beautiful today. Can Su Su write a poem? Su Su was stunned, swallowed the cake, and said: Sir, I am not good at writing poems... Kong Ming smiled and said: Just do your best. Su Su rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, okay." So, he took the fan from Kong Ming's hand, cleared his throat, and said leisurely: The moon in the sky is like a cake on the plate... Mr. Kong Ming pricked up his ears and listened to the previous poem, and breathed a sigh of relief... It was normal... But looking at Su Su's cunning eyes, it seemed that nothing good was going to happen next... She looked at the cakes on the plate with a strange look, and sighed: How many cakes are there? Only three or four...
Kong Ming holds his forehead...
Concept: An ancient time travel fantasy novel that is sweet first and then cruel.