Lonely Wutong Deep Courtyard Locks Qingqiu

Wen Shijin lived with his mother on the largest flower boat in the south of the Yangtze River since he was a child. He was considered by outsiders as the son of a prostitute. When he was sixteen years old, his mother fell ill. In order to earn money for his mother's medical treatment, Wen Shijin studied while doing the dirtiest and most tiring hard work. At this time, a wealthy businessman who came to Jiangnan to do business spent money to solve his difficulties and also paid for him to continue his studies. As a deal, Wen Shijin became that man's book boy, which is what the world calls his favorite. Even though the wealthy businessman treated him well, Wen Shijin remembered his mother's last words. He had to get rid of his humble status and find a way out for future generations. After the three-month transaction ended, Wen Shijin left a letter and embarked on the road to the capital. A few years later, Wen Shijin went from the joint examination to the palace examination. When entering the coveted Jinluan Palace, Wen Shijin never expected that the wealthy businessman he met in Jiangnan would be on the high platform now—— He said: "Raise your head and let me see your face." —— In fact, Wen Shijin's journey to the capital was not smooth. In the first year, the yard where he rented was robbed, and the owner escorted him to the capital government office. He insisted that he, the son of a prostitute, was a thief. Wen Shijin looked at Mr. Fu Yin in the courtroom and kowtowed his head until his flesh was bloody. "It is expected that a son of a prostitute would commit theft." No one listened to his excuse. Only one of his Highnesses, the Crown Prince, took off his shackles, stood in front of the dirty prison, and said to him: "Can I help you——" Lei: The strong and beautiful woman is controlled by Intention: None