The Speaking Pork Trotter

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.
I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.
Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.
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Under the nightfall of Luocheng City rides a spirited youth, whose steed's hooves echo steadily upon cobblestone streets.

He appears like a character straight from a storyteller's tale, descending from cascades of clouds and venturing forth into the martial world; journeying onward among verdant peaks, he watches as twilight fades into the western sky.

If one were to ask who roams eternally, untethered in this jianghu—

He would reply thus: the gentle breeze, the bright moon, and I.

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Perhaps this is a long story. Please allow me to slowly narrate it.

Green Mountain

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In front of Tianzi Room C, Chen Ji gently rapped on the door with his knuckles.


The wooden door creaked open, and Xiao Man exclaimed with joy: "The young master has returned!"


As she spoke, she fetched a cloth to dust off the ash on Chen Ji's body. The Crown Prince stood at the doorway, slightly leaning out to quietly inspect the room's flooring and the curtains that separated the inner chambers.


Inside the room, a charcoal brazier was lit, a chessboard and some sweets and preserved fruits were placed on the table. Zhang Zheng and Zhang Xia were sitting on one of the floor mats, quietly muttering something to each other.


Chen Liqin hesitated multiple times, wanting to speak. He wanted to comment on the inappropriate appearance, but momentarily couldn't find the words to start.


Chen Ji entered the room, addressing Zhang Zheng and Zhang Xia, "Brother Zhang, Second Miss Zhang, the Crown Prince is here."


252, Thoughts of the Crown Prince