The Consort of the R

Under the canopy of the heavens, the earth lay scarred and broken. Rubble littered the ground, smoke from burning fires filled the air, tattered flags fluttered listlessly in the breeze, and blood stained the soil crimson.,The most bustling place at night was no other than the taverns and flower streets. Beautifully dressed courtesans from the red-light districts leaned against the railings, waving their handkerchiefs in the wind, inviting customers with their charm.,Suddenly, she thought of something and, being very gossipy, leaned over to Mu Jiu's side: "Ai, do you know who the guest at Zhúyùn House tonight is"。