Edward Harkness, Spring in Hangzhou
Spring in Hangzhou Li Qingzhao, you lean against the plum tree, blossoms dropped on your shoulder, your face once more flushed with wine. Your silk robe, sleeves frayed, has seen better days. Mingcheng rose some hours before you woke. By this time he’s on a boat bound for the capitol to fix some […]
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