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That year, a clear song played by a guitar sounded by the Qinhuai River. From then on, the nightlife of the Ming Dynasty scholars began to become unique. Programs such as super men, super women, and singers began to fill the amateur cultural life of ordinary people.

In the Jinluan Palace, the officials and ministers looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the Yiwen in their hands. After a while, the white-bearded minister trembled and said softly: "Why don't you invite Privy Wang to come over and take a closer look?" The official replied angrily: "Ignore him. That boy is angry with me now. I don't believe it. Without him, King Butcher, we won't be able to eat this pig with hair on it." "Your Majesty, be careful what you say." "Be careful, P. Every one of you counts today. If you don't translate these bird songs, no one will be able to leave here."

"Those who love him regard him as a god, and those who hate him think he is just pretentious." With a pair of sharp ghost eyes, meticulous thinking, and an absolutely rich imagination, intern Wang Dong gave everyone a big surprise as soon as he appeared at the crime scene. A series of unsolved cases with no clues, a confusing web, and keys to solve the puzzle are coming one after another. Whether to continue or choose to escape, Wang Dong was confused after his internship expired.