During the Dajing Dynasty, in the third year of Jinghe, the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River remained as before, moistening the green tiles and white walls, and also moisturizing the cultural context of the place.
Wuxian County, Suzhou Prefecture, has been a place where literary styles have flourished since ancient times. The fragrance of ink from Qinhuai River drifts along the canal into ordinary alleys. Children from poor families look forward to being admitted to the imperial examination and shining on their family lintel; sons from aristocratic families guard the shadow of their ancestors and hope to gain further glory in the imperial examination hall. Some people use their pens as swords to express their feelings directly; some people hide their adultery in their hearts and hide their secrets with thorns.
In this misty Jiangnan, a young man named Lu Dong was carrying an old bookcase on his back, stepping on the water on the bluestone road, walking step by step towards the tribute courtyard where honor and disgrace would be determined for half his life. He didn't know that the road ahead was illuminated by literary stars, dangerous shoals and reefs, and there were even sharp blades hidden in the dark, trying to cut off his path to success.
And his literary talents have long been circulated in the streets and streets. When he opens his mouth, he writes beautiful lines of poetry, and when he writes, he writes neat couplets. However, if he wants to turn his wealth of knowledge into a perfect body, he has to go through countless hardships.
