In the middle was a huge lotus pond, with buds blooming and a faint scent of lotus lingering,
On each pavilion hung a gold and blue plaque, inscribed in wild cursive script with their respective names.
The servant led them up to Hanguang Pavilion, a small pavilion from which you could enjoy a 360-degree view of Jiangzhou's neon night scene, as well as the twinkling starry river of Qujiang not far away.
In the middle was a low square table, surrounded by several meditation cushions, suggesting a time-honored kneeling position was expected.
In a celadon flower vase on the square table were a few branches of silver willows ornamented with several tulips, a blend of classical and elegant.
Off to the side was a set of tea utensils.
They arrived early, Zhu Mingjing and Shen Zhou were not here yet.
