(In the teahouse, a few idle men were chatting while cracking melon seeds)
"Hey, have you heard?" The man in brown clothes suddenly lowered his voice, "The newly enthroned His Majesty locked Grand Master Shen in the palace yesterday!"
The scholar in green shirt next to him closed the folding fan with a "snap": "What's new? My third aunt's cousin works in the palace and said that Tian'er heard that the dragon bed..."
"You're seeking death!" The landlady came over with a teapot and pinched his ears, "That's the living king of hell who held the late emperor's head in his hands!"
The old beggar in the corner suddenly laughed: "I tell you, Lord Shen was destined to..." When he warmed the hands of the little prince who was unconscious from the cold in the imperial garden..."
Everyone suddenly fell silent - a group of black armor guards turned around the corner, their armor still stained with wet blood.
Intention: The wolf cub abandoned by the world clings to the moonlight, the only one that has given warmth, and would rather fall into the abyss than take him as his own.