Then he thought that Brother Zhai, who seemed to be a Qin man, surely hadn't seen such a scene before. With his youthful nature, whenever something happened, he always had to talk about it with others to feel satisfied. Watching alone always felt dull and lacked any real sensation.
Moreover, he wanted to see the look of surprise in the eyes of Brother Zhai, who was favored by the noblewoman.
He was a falconer on the grasslands, living with a group of rough men. His heart, like the eagles of the grassland, was free and unrestrained, without any rules. He turned around quickly, shouting loudly, and immediately lifted the curtain.
"Brother Zhai..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
The cold wind blew in, and there were no lamps lit inside. It was pitch black. A musician in a blue robe stood with hands behind his back on the southern side. The dark starlight flowed in from outside. The dense, unreadable traces on the dark ground were everywhere.
