The east wind blew through Red Cliff, which made Zhou Lang famous in one battle. The long river flowed with thousands of heroes. Once they returned, their old friends were gone, leaving only the west wind to sigh alone.
"Master Zhou, that's really... A heroic man." The storyteller fanned, disturbing the passers-by who were drinking alone.
Gentle and elegant Zhou Langshou? X Buddhist player Kong Minggong?
Intention: Huh?