On how a painter's wife can preserve her reputation by traveling through time and becoming a writer's wife.
"Mr. Wen Xiaolang, please help me with a small favor." He Aizhao came to the door with a generous gift, but why was this generous gift a gift from him and the original owner?
No! Is there a ghost in this world?
"With such talent, I must recommend you to the emperor's uncle." He Aizhao was confident in himself and believed in Wen Qu.
"You're deaf! I just want to be a fan, and I don't want to be a court painter. Besides, I'll draw you in!" Wenqu picked the cheapest inkstone and hit him.
"Draw me and you?"
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"Are you sick?"
The boring and sensitive veteran cadre He Aizhao × the open-minded and slow fellow wife Wen Qu
Intention: To achieve great things and benefit the world