In Beijing, at the gate of Xiaoyao Wang Fu, a Taoist priest pinched his finger to see what novel it was.

The princes are all my younger brothers.

The prince is my brother's novel and has capital. At the entrance of Xiaoyao Wang Fu, a Taoist pointed to a plot. It turned out that the prince was my brother's novel.

In Beijing, at the entrance of Xiaoyao Wang Fu, a Taoist priest pinched his finger to count as a prince, all of which are stories in my brother's novels. They are very interesting and wonderful.