Chen Mo, twenty-eight years old, has accomplished nothing. Seven minutes after he was fired, his ex-girlfriend sent a wedding invitation—the groom was his college bunk brother. When he returned home, his parents disliked him, so they introduced him to a security guard post out of kindness. That's the breakdown of adults. Until that night, the old lady under the overpass gave him an ancient coin. "You can go wherever you want. If you want to come back, just lick the tip of your nose."
Chen Mo thought he had met a liar. Until he turned the ancient coin and traveled from the rental house to ancient times. With only one coin left on his body, he faced a dirt road and a group of ancient people who thought he was a monkey. It doesn't matter. He can "originate" the ancient poems and essays he memorized in college. The lobster that ancient people did not dare to eat, he made it into a Manchu-Han banquet. He could write in advance the imperial examination questions that had not yet happened. From small traders to wealthy businessmen, from wealthy businessmen to powerful officials, from powerful officials to...
A few years later, he was sitting on the throne and suddenly wanted to be modern. Licking the tip of your nose. He's back. The ex-girlfriend's wedding has not yet started, and the "security guard" at Faxiao is still waiting for him. But Chen Mo is no longer the same Chen Mo. One ancient coin, two worlds. If you want to stand up, go through time; if you want to be slapped in the face, go home. There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by licking the tip of your nose. If so, lick it again.
