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Zhou Hexuan returned to the era of the Republic of China.
He couldn’t lead troops to fight, he didn’t understand science and technology, and he didn’t like to be in politics or business, so what else could he do? Alas, copy books and poems to mess around.
Who would have thought that just copying it would become a great writer, and the turbulent current situation pushed Zhou Hexuan forward.
Some people worship him, some people hate him, and some people want to kill him, and they want to get rid of him.