at home, Zhao Xuanji was practicing calligraphy.Hearing the news, he slowly put down his pen, picked up a hot towel and wiped his hands, his eyes darkened as he said: “Da Liang Long Que... that Xian... left his mouth when a blade sliced through the rain curtain, plunging into the neck of the official whose face still bore traces of disbelief and terrified despair.A head rolled across the ground, it...