The petals of cherry blossoms are scattered all over the courtyard, and the moonlight is particularly beautiful. Shenle, who woke up in the middle of the night, sat in the hallway facing the courtyard and said to himself, "what happens in the courtyard at night?". " Suddenly a butterfly flew by in front of Shenle, with shining scales. Butterfly replied, "Yes, the evening is really a good time for storytelling!" Under the influence of the scale powder, Shenle began to get sleepy, and the butterfly essence said, "after Lord Shenle falls asleep-the dream story begins."