Drunk on a Pillow in the Eastern Capital

Luoyang, the Eastern Capital, General's Mansion. Spring has arrived in the courtyard where Changchuan Pavilion is located, and the tall ginkgo tree in the garden has sprouted new leaves. Ginkgo leaves, like tiny green fans, sway in the spring breeze, bringing the breath of spring to the courtyard.

In the ancient city, on the long bridge, the bluestone slabs have become somewhat dull and lackluster due to the erosion of time. A gentle breeze blew, lifting the girl's cascading black hair. On the other side of the long bridge, a young man dressed in white looked like a swordsman fighting alone against heaven and earth, or like a supreme ruler looking down upon the world.

This is a small town in Jiangnan, which still retains some of the tranquility of ancient times in this mortal world. A light drizzle fell, adding a touch of melancholy to the small town. A hint of moss also appeared on the paving stones in front of the Luo family clinic. Luo Yang, in the prime of her youth, sat in the clinic's corridor, watching the tranquil rain scene.

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A story about a love affair that ended before it even began. 00. The moon hangs high in the sky at night. The clear moonlight shone through the thin clouds and into the room through the wooden window. Pei Xuan was fast asleep, his arm resting on a sheet of Xuan paper with his cousin Su Luoyang's name written on it. 01. In April, the grass grows and the orioles fly.

Although it's only 300,000 words, it feels like I've read a very long story. The book's writing style is consistently light and lively, skillfully weaving rich and varied plots into the characters' laughter, anger, and scorn, showcasing the author's skill.