Lan Ting was writing books in the study every day, and rarely went out of the door, only in the dead of night, when the moon was high, he paced back and forth in the courtyard, thinking about some problems. Lan Ting said: After more than 10 years of writing the book, my body is in decline, and I may die soon. The next morning, Xiao He hurried to Lan Ting’s house, asking where is the next law book? Lan Ting’s wife told the truth, Xiao He didn’t ask the price, just said: “Any amount of gold is fine.” … Continue readingThe Ghost Of The Blue Court