When a piece of imperial paper was posted all over the city gate, Ah Heng was curled up in the corner of the ruined temple, eating cold steamed buns. His pen and ink are dry, but his heart is not dead - if talent will eventually shine, why is the road for a child from a poor family more difficult than reaching the sky?
That was the first time he failed. A young man in brocade clothes walked out of the wind and snow. His name was Yun Yi. He smiled openly but handed him a cup of hot tea. From then on, two people with completely different destinies were quietly tied by fate.
Dilemma is like an iron wall pressing against your head. Due to the fraud in the imperial examination and the rampant influence of powerful men, Aheng's talents are like plum blossoms that have fallen into the quagmire and cannot be fragrant. He gritted his teeth and fought again, but was crushed into dust by reality again and again. The turning point is like a shooting star crossing the night. He traveled across mountains and rivers, using words to measure the warmth and warmth of the world. The tears and laughter of the people engraved new aspirations in his heart. The price is like burning your body in fire. He finally topped the list in high school, but ended up in jail, his innocence was stained, his ideals were trampled on, but only his faith remained.
He waited for light in the darkness, and waited for the wind in silence. And that wind comes from the running of old friend Yun Yi, and also from the cry of injustice in the hearts of people all over the world.
When a humble family is no longer humble, and when power cannot block the true light, will the world still remember that there was a scholar who spent his life proving that cold plums can also bloom on the top of the Forbidden City?
