My little vanity was unparalleledly satisfied by Hu Xiang... Ohhhhhh...
The more I talked, the more energetic and exaggerated I became. I couldn’t even describe the ordinary modern telephones, televisions, telescopes, airplanes, etc. as more magical than the gods in the sky...
Just when I was getting more and more jealous, and the sun and moon were shining brightly, and the world was moved by it, the dishes we ordered were put on the table one by one, Sima Yang came back after buying the dry food, and Sima Qing, the waiter nodded and bowed.
Following the guidance, he came out of the side room.
Everything is so just right.
The clear sky is like a blue brocade, with a few thin white clouds like cotton candy, and a light boat like a sail, slowly floating in the wind.[
After resting for a night, we left the inn with great physical and mental satisfaction. On the way to the Yanyu Pavilion for the manuscript, Sima Qing suddenly said that he was going to buy something and left the team for a while. When he came back, he had a hand on his hand.
The white homing pigeon is said to be used to communicate with the palace.
Can the homing pigeons bought outside find their way to Prince Sima's Mansion? What if the wrong letter is sent?
With these questions, I followed the team to a letter-writing stall. As soon as the scholar in front of the stall opened his mouth, his voice was silenced by the money Sima Qing threw into his mouth. He opened and closed his mouth, mumbling.
For a long time, no one understood what he was saying.