On their wedding night, a living person died without anyone caring.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.,Xiao Quan worked at the Bo Guan for many years and majored in history during his university days, so he knows all about the dynasties of past eras like the back of his hand.。