Translating Sloth

Wang Yun Feng shading his eyes with his hand looked into the distance at the large bird circling around his head, suddenly stepped back. Tong Juan Shu beside him asked with suspicion: “Could it be?” His voice dropped, Juan Shu shouted, covering his face flabbergasted, quite a while before she removed her hand, she leaned close with her nose to smell: “This is…bird poop!?” Wang Yun Fun with an indifferent expression lightly sighed with sorrow “Fei Dao, is a creature that hates evil as one does one’s enemy.” Juan Shu: “Vomit-----!” Just then Bai Yan who had come out of the residence raised her head to look at the miles of cloudless blue sky, and looked again completely confused to the corner where Juan Shu was throwing up, positively saying: “Master, the child inside Juan Shu’s stomach isn’t mine.” Wang Yun Fen wore a face of a zombie: “I know.” Juan Shu vomited even louder. Bai Yan rubbed the palms of his hands together: “Then does Master know, the biggest secre...

The tenth year of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, early summer. Swallows appeared from the eaves when the sun shone on it, many white pigeons had already assembled on the west side of Gu’s pavilion, noisily cooing from morning to night. “I don’t know where these birds came from, every day and every night disturbing like a mother restless about her son’s negligence. Why else would I get someone to use heavy smoke?” Gu Lang said, conveniently taking the spoon inside an agate fragrance box a young maid was carrying scooping a spoonful of fragrant powder, carefully putting it inside the incense burner. In a moment, someone had already grabbed it, the young maid had tenderly taken the place of the family’s own young master, covering the lid of the incense burner, afterwards, she even smiled at the Gu Lang. Old Lady Gu appeared not to have seen this flash of fluid movement, intently pushing around the Buddhist sandalwood beads around her in her hand, uttering first, `Amitabha Buddha`,...