ked down at Zhao Qinglan before him, her cheeks flushed with the setting sun, her pink nostrils rising and falling with each breath, her lips like soft peach blossoms slightly parted, breathing softly... is settled then. Have these jars of preserved vegetables delivered later, I shall be leaving now."As they talked, the cellar door creaked open. Zhang Biwu walked in front, while Wang Zhanguan followe...