Bring In the Wine

At the third quarter of the Chou hour, dark clouds obscured the moon. After reorganizing, the cavalry withdrew the front […]

The fire-birds crashing about were all blocked outside the gate. The garrison didn’t stop—they sprinted through the passage, dragging reserve

The Biansha cavalry that had come to raid the west gate hadn’t expected that there was still such light cavalry

“Where are the scout riders!” “They’re dead,” the garrison troops who had been jolted awake followed closely behind Yin Chang.

Huo Lingyun swung himself onto his horse, tightened the reins, and barked, “Head for Luosha Post Station!” Luoshan Horse Ranch

Chagan knelt devoutly inside the tent, his gray-white hair falling onto the ground as he pleaded, “Respected Great Rusuhebasu, the

Second watch of the Zi hour. Stars hung low over the vast plain. Xiao Chiye stood on the sand dune,

The frontier of the northern borderlands faced the vast desert. Constant wind and sand erosion meant that even standing on

In the sweltering heat of the fifth month, the scholars could no longer endure it and had all taken refuge

The rain in Dun Capital had stopped, and Qi Zhuyin should have been setting out on her return journey. She

The harrowing Cold Food Festival banquet finally came to an end, and Xue Xiuzhuo removed Han Cheng’s waist token. The

The rain in the courtyard had stopped, but the moonlight came late, leaving the room dim and muted. Shen Zechuan’s

Rain pattered against the eaves as Xiao Chiye said he wasn’t tired—but he still drifted off mid-murmur. His time to

The rain in the courtyard had stopped. Moonlight arrived late, leaving the room dim. Shen Zechuan’s lowered eyes were half-hidden

Ji Gang had watched Shen Zechuan grow up. He had never hoped for him to become a marquis or a

Xiao Chiye said he wasn’t tired, yet he still fell asleep mid-murmur. The time he could rotate out to rest

The rain tapped against the eaves, echoing Shen Zechuan’s thoughts. He could lay bare every shade of his desire before

When Shen Zechuan returned to his room, the rain was still falling. Draped in a loose robe and barefoot, he

“If I were Hason,” Xiao Chiye said, crouching down and sketching a rough map in the sand, “I’d strike Duanzhou.”

When Pan Lin died, Li Jianting had just turned the corner from critical danger. The palace maids and eunuchs attending