There Is Indeed Something Wrong with My Golden Finger

In the third year of Xianghe's reign, the civil war began to end. Above the temple, the clouds are turbulent; in the rivers and lakes, mountain rain is about to come. Once the skill is perfected, he will become the best in the world even lying down. Zhang Qinglang, who is famous in the world, on that rainy night, I met Goldfinger, who was more than twenty years late. ——The woman floating in the air as if she had stepped out of a Han Dynasty poem. … After a long time, when he saw the empress who looked exactly like Goldfinger, he sighed and finally confirmed: "There is indeed something wrong with my Goldfinger."