Danxuan took the drunken Fu Hanyao to his bed, and he returned to the courtyard again. He raised his glass to the moon alone. This is one of Danxuan's favorite things in his past and present life.

The next morning, the sun gradually climbed out of the horizon. In the courtyard of the pharmacy, several early sparrows were singing in the locust tree outside the window.

What a quiet morning, everything seems to be full of vigor!

At this time, however, in the courtyard, in Danxuan's bedroom, there was a very discordant woman's scream, followed by a "plop" sound, like the sound of dead pork being pushed off the cutting...