松柏之茂
LUXURIANCE OF PINE AND CYPRESS

A zine series by Baishuang Literary Studio

日月 O SUN, O MOON

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柏舟 CYPRESS BOAT

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Future Entries
- 黄鸟 Title Pending (2025)
- 汝坟 Banks of River Ru (2025)
- 桃夭 Resplendence of Peach (2026)

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OVERVIEW

ZINE CONTENTS:
- 40 total pages
- 25 color comic pages
- Character profiles
- Merch and prints illustration pagesPHYSICAL MERCHANDISE:
- 2 enamel pins
- 2 A5 prints
- 2 postcard mini prints
- 2 stickers
- 1 tasseled bookmark
- 1 acrylic keychain

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CYPRESS BOAT

一苇 WITH A BUNDLE OF REEDS

The best way to find out was no other than the murder weapon itself.Flipping the length of his martial robes to the side, Zhou Linfeng knelt beside the location of the crime. The iron tip of his scabbard hit the ground with a metallic clack. Fingers carefully placed to avoid the spots of blood, he picked up the decapitated body of the Buddha.It was hefty, as he had expected, though small enough to fit within the palm of one’s hand. The material was porous, which was also in line with what he was used to; the surface was gritty, the sort to keep moisture lingering long after rain had ceased. With closer scrutiny, he could now see that blood had seeped into the fine pits. Like stars in the sky, the not-yet-dry spots glinted faintly within flat darkness as he tilted the statue this way and that to inspect it from different angles.His two fingers were feeling the strain of holding it upright.Zhou Linfeng smothered a wry smirk into a thin, flat line. Perhaps if Sun Fang hadn’t turned herself in, qianyuan investigators sent by the Ministry of Justice could’ve ruled her out as the murderer. They would argue that a female kunze like her wouldn’t have the physical strength to grip this statue and bludgeon a male qianyuan to death.Kunze were supposed to be the pinnacle of yin, after all, and with it came feminine charms and the frailty to match.Any qianyuan would be scrambling to protect a kunze’s innocence, so to speak— be it their untarnished flower or their status in the eye of the law.He shook his head.Now was not the time to feel bitter. He had work to do. These buzzing flies were getting to his nerves. too— with the statue in his hand, they were starting to land on his fingers and face. With lips pursed, then thinned, he raised the statue and sniffed the exposed gray stone.“S-shaoqing-daren? What are you doing?”

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