Lu Qian traveled to the Song Dynasty and became a penniless man.
The first survival lesson: Hungry.
When he tremblingly chanted "Moonlight in front of the bed" in exchange for the first piece of pastry, the gears of fate began to turn crazily.
——Su Che came to the door and asked: "What does 'contemplating having a son' mean?"
——The singers blocked the door: "Please give me a new song, Lu!"
——The emperor called his name at the banquet: "My beloved, write a poem for these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers."
Lu Qian smiled on the outside but collapsed on the inside.
The mobile phone with only 43% battery left in his arms is the only source of his "talent".
He had to battle wits and courage with Su Zhe, an academic tycoon in the Hanlin Academy, and explained his changing style with "dreams of divine inspiration";
While he was dealing with the star-chasing research of his fanatical fan Zhao Mingcheng, he was avoiding the sharp gaze of Shen Qingyue, a female general who said, "Your poems are heroic but have no bones";
What's even more terrible is that Song Huizong, an artistic confidant, reminds me to update every day, but the screen of my mobile phone has already cracked at the first line.
When the power is exhausted, when the "inventory" is exhausted, when the identity of the traveler is on the verge of being exposed——
Lu Qian suddenly realized that what he had brought in was not only poems, but also ignited a fire that should not exist in this era.
This is a story about how a "copycat" became a "pioneer".
It is also the most guilt-ridden literary myth in history and the most igniting civilizational counterattack.
