In the thirteenth year of Rhubarb, flowers fell in Quzhou and it rained, dripping with the smell of wine. The carriages were covered with feathers. Someone prepared thousands of bottles of wine to reward the guests.
Among the distinguished guests were the grandson of the King of Bohai, the daughter of the fake Mei Xuan, Zhu Jianque, the sage of Wuxi, Jia Bulai, the medical doctor, and so on.
But the host just boasted and claimed that the only hero in the world was Xiang Ai, the owner of Shanhai Villa.
Li Wuya, the leader of Mingjiao who just succeeded to the throne, is like a grasshopper in autumn, yesterday's yellow flowers are nothing to be afraid of.
"If the lost orphan girl learns about the reputation of the owner of the village, she will definitely respond -"
Liang Si leaned on the eaves and listened to the rain without making a sound.
·I am into martial arts, so I keep my manuscripts and follow the circumstances.
·The title comes from the catkin poem in Dream of Red Mansions. How many times have the water passed away? How can I have to leave it behind?
Intention: self-reliance