In the season when the apricot blossoms were falling, Li Zijing, ordered by the Imperial Medical Office, stood in front of his old friend Zhang Wang's mansion with complicated emotions. Yesterday, the former Hanlin scholar passed away after taking the golden elixir. Li Zijing, dressed in official uniform and elegant, was called in for an autopsy.
The house is solemn, looking around is as peaceful as sleeping. There was a letter on the desk. Li Zijing picked it up and sighed to himself: If it weren't for this letter, who would have expected that this learned and talented man would be so decisive?
There was a sudden noise outside the courtyard. It turned out to be the extremely intelligent thrush of the Li family that flew up to the pear tree and refused to come down.
Purpose: Discussion of love