The sun was shining brightly, and the traces left by the heavy rain an hour ago quickly disappeared.
It’s still the same mansion on the outskirts of Beijing, with waterside pavilions and pavilions.
No one knows where the shadow puppets and the screen were hidden by Venerable Huanjian. The original curtains on the floor are also missing and replaced with bamboo curtains. Thin-body porcelain is on the Baibao Pavilion, and the inkstone, ink, and jade paperweights are on the table. Coupled with Xiang Wanchun's appearance, he looked like a leisurely and elegant young man looking at the moon through the window.
But at this moment, the atmosphere was ruined by Lord Swallowing the Moon.
He sat cross-legged on the floor with his majestic sword, not saying anything, and kept pouring tea angrily.
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