The Wind Blows Across the Capital, and the Love of All Living Beings Arises

She, a half-baked Taoist priest who was kicked out by her senior brother, only knew how to eat and drink. He, the sinister prince, decided to rely on her after just one look. She, the vixen who had been sealed away for hundreds of years, could only come out of the painting at night to breathe. He, the Nine-Fifth Master, still didn't know that what was hanging on the pillow was not a painting but a monster. She, a village girl who made a living by farming, saved a man who was the young prince of the current dynasty. He, the young prince who pretended to be sick to keep her, was afraid that she would run away and return to the village to farm someday. She is a spoiled daughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she gave her was so dark that it could be used as a hidden weapon. He, a young master, was cold-faced and soft-hearted, and would take all the food no matter how unpalatable it was. Four people, four cities, four marriages. A drinking party, everything got mixed up. The Welao Temple in Kyoto has been particularly popular recently.