Xiao Quan looked around the unfamiliar surroundings with confusion. "Granduncle... uncle What granduncle Where are we",Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.。