Wu Qingya

On a moonless night, a few stars shone faintly behind thin clouds. The sky is deep blue. The imperial capital of Nuo Da is like a sleeping giant beast, quietly crawling by the Wuyu River. Against the backdrop of the sky, the flying eaves of the city wall and palace gate stick to the dark blue background like a gray silhouette! "Plop, plop, plop," the watchman patrolling the streets beat the watch drum feebly with frivolous steps. The faint sound of the drums, mixed with the sound of string music coming from the southeast from time to time and the coquettish laughter of women, echoed outside the magnificent Yuesheng City in the imperial capital, beside the towering Baiyun Tower and in countless intricate alleys! There is a brothel that is famous throughout the Zhongzhou Continent. The women of Ting are the most beautiful in the Central Continent. It is said that the taxes paid by Xiangchao every year accounted for one-third of the total taxes in the country. No wonder the people of Ting State say, "Seventy years of hard work is not as good as seventy years of beauty"!