Fish and turtles are released to chase away people, and ownerless lotuses bloom everywhere. The water pillow can make the mountains tilt up, and the sailboats can float around like the moon.
The Wanghu Tower on the east side of Baidi is the perfect spot of West Lake. Sitting in the best seat by the window was a beauty dressed in purple. At first glance, she seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but upon closer inspection, she felt that she had the mature charm of a young woman in her mid-twenties. Her face was also like this, with icy muscles and jade bones, she was naturally stunningly beautiful. Her slightly pink cheeks were as childish and innocent as those of a several-year-old child, and her pair of slightly upturned beautiful eyes revealed an inexplicable light that was coquettish and even dangerous.
The strangest thing was that the entire Wanghu Tower was filled with princes, grandsons, literati and poets on an outing, but no one even looked at her, and not even the corner of their eyes glanced in that direction.
Finally, low voices came from the counter.
"You ask her? You haven't even heard of her?" The clerk buried his head under the counter and kept his voice as low as possible.
"Who is she?"
"She is Zhang Qingqing."
As soon as the name came out, the conversation stopped, and even the sound was no longer heard. When the waiter raised his head, the guest who had just asked the question had fled without a trace.
A fleeting smile flashed across the lips of the purple-clothed beauty.
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