Still water, gentle wind, bright moon.
A drizzle on Catch Moon Lake.
The oars had already loosened, allowing the small boat to drift with the currents.
Everyone lingered on the edges of the boat with fine wine and appetizing dishes set in the middle but they had already satisfied themselves with the delicious food.
This was a late night after a poetry gathering. They had watched a good dance, listened to pleasant music, conversed freely, and their drunken guests had returned to their pavilions for a good night's sleep, making Luzhou peaceful once again. As Pei Ye and his friends casually strolled along the shore, they spotted Qi Zhaohua holding a small jug of wine, quietly leaning against the bow with her tilting gaze fixated on the lake. It was hard to tell if she was observing the water or the moon.
Fang Jidao did not disturb her. He did not even board the boat but sat by the lakeside, playing with the tiny shrimps in the water using a stalk of grass.
