No long later, a gust of wind blew by and some clouds trailing along blanketed the brilliant moon. In one moment everything darkened, and the air was nice and cool.
Through the half-open gauzy garment Taizong wore, the evening breeze was gently blowing and puffing up his robe like a floating sail.
He welcomed the cool air against his body heated up by the alcohol. But he soon felt something wriggling around his left leg, and the sight of it gave him a jolt…
A white snake!
There were only four things Taizong was scared of, and snakes were one of them. He tried to stifle a scream, but his voice sounded squeezed out of him when he screamed a squeaky squeal.
He fisted his hands into his hair to keep the thick strands off his face, while stomping erratically all over the place like some jointed doll made of wood and hemp.
