"The Golden Hairpin: The First Assistant of a Poor Family Chasing His Wife" When Gu Hanzhou opened his eyes, he became a down-and-out scholar who was kicked out of his home during the Zhou Dynasty. Not only did he fail in the imperial examination, but he also abandoned his first wife Shen Qingwan because of his mother's pressure. Looking at the empty cold kiln and the few remaining copper coins, he thought of the status of the modern financial elite, and also recalled the delicate figure in his memory who left with his five-year-old daughter on a rainy night. This marriage must be resumed! But when he found Shen Qingwan, who had become the shopkeeper of "Yunjin Pavilion" in Jiangnan Embroidery Shop, all he got in exchange was a basin of wash water thrown out the door. "Mr. Gu, please respect yourself." Shen Qingwan held her daughter's hand, her eyebrows as cold as frost on the twelfth lunar month. Gu Hanzhou wiped his face and smiled. Okay, crematorium, right? He turned around and walked into the wind and snow, starting from copying poems and selling essays, gradually tearing apart the shady curtain of the imperial examination, overthrowing the wealthy businessmen who oppressed his wife and daughter, and even climbed a cliff to collect medicine for her at the critical moment of life and death. Until that day at the poetry meeting, the powerful set up a scheme to ruin his reputation. Gu Hanzhou wrote "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" in the midst of ridicule in the hall. Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, spring willows on the palace walls all over the city... Shen Qingwan listened behind the screen, with the embroidery needle in her hand piercing her fingertips. The five-year-old daughter stood on tiptoe and tugged at the hem of her clothes: "Mom, daddy is writing about you." The chief minister of the dynasty wanted to accept him as a closed disciple; a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan held thousands of taels of silver and begged him to write the inscription. However, Gu Hanzhou walked through the crowd and walked to the tearful woman. He knelt on one knee and held out a golden hairpin phoenix polished by his own hands. "Wan'er, this time I will chase you for the rest of my life."
