The bright moon hung high, at the end of the corridor.,Xiao Quan is a manager of a collection hall. He knows about ancient poetry, songs, food, housing, travel, and handicrafts like the back of his hand. At first glance, this garment seems to be Qin embroidery, which has been lost in modern times.,Qin Feng glared menacingly, but Xiao Quan wasn't fazed: "Brother, I am a gentleman. I wouldn't force myself on Qin Miss."。