He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home.",Xiao Quan worked at the Bo Guan for many years and majored in history during his university days, so he knows all about the dynasties of past eras like the back of his hand.,"In my past life, I was knowledgeable but had no use for it in the 21st century! All I could do was be a nine-to-five manager at a museum!"。