Thus, each of them felt resentment in their hearts, so he left the mountains, and no one came to help him tidy his room, nor did anyone come.,The faint sound of silk and bamboo music coming from within signaled that it was time to begin.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。