My name is Shang Heng, a small transcriber who is responsible for organizing and copying books every day. I thought I would keep a steady life with books and ink, but I didn't expect that my destiny would quietly change with a brief glance under the candlelight and a sincere bow before the gods and Buddhas.
"Yao Yao smoke spreads thousands of miles away, and the fragrance of white apples disperses in the east wind."
The girl who was copying poems with her head down raised her head, and the various characters in the book seemed to come alive under the candlelight.
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One day, Shang Heng looked at Shen Yizhe playing the piano and suddenly said, "I think your Majesty and I are a bit like Boya and Ziqi."
"Oh? Why?"
Because all your unspoken ambitions and loneliness can be played to me.
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In the fictional dynasty, some settings were made up by me to serve the plot, so you don't need to pay attention or delve into them.
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The copywriting is useless, thank you
Intention: Destiny