Various small brain holes in comprehensive film and television

Mrs. Wen traveled through time. Although her name is Mrs., she is a serious man.

By the way, he traveled through time and found himself as Wen Shichu in The Legend of Zhen Huan.

How did he find out?

First, he was washing his face when he opened his eyes. Opposite him was a bronze mirror, and the person reflected in the mirror looked exactly like the actor he had seen on the TV show.

Secondly, after realizing that something was wrong, a bunch of memories suddenly flooded into his mind, all of which were the life experiences from Wen Shichu’s perspective.

But the point now is, doesn't he have to go from being a wife to being a boss?

Mrs. Wen subconsciously covered his private parts. Don't worry, although he has never used that place in modern times, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want it anymore.

At this time, Wen's mother called him outside the house to ask about Zhen Huan.

"Chu'er, the list of contestants has already been submitted to the Zhen Mansion. Do you still want to meet Zhen Huan?"

Mother Wen spoke softly and asked Wen Shichu carefully. She thought he should go after all. Alas.

Her son is really obsessed with Zhen Huan. He goes crazy whenever she is mentioned. His father Wen passed away several years ago, and no one can control this stupid son.

Mrs. Wen recalled Wen Shichu's memory. He now planned to dress up carefully, and then bring the ancestral jade pot to the temple to ask for Zhen Huan's hand in marriage.

But now that Mrs. Wen was here, she only went so far as to quickly wash her face.

He has much better eyesight than Wen Shichu.

He would not go, because Zhen Huan was being selected as a concubine and a reserve concubine for the Emperor.

If he went, he would be competing with the emperor for the woman. The emperor in the play was the most petty-minded, and he didn't want to make others hate him.

"No, my son has given up."

Wen Shichu pretended to be heartbroken.

Hearing that he couldn't go, Wen's mother was surprised that her son had become smart.

Seeing her son sad and lonely, Wen's mother felt distressed. Her son was still so stupid, but he was her biological son after all.

Sometimes Wen's mother was really puzzled. Who did her son inherit this obsession with women and disregard for etiquette from?

Herself? She's smart.

Father Wen? Thinking about how Father Wen treated her when he was young, Mother Wen was silent. Well, it must be him.

Wen Shichu looked around the entire Wen Mansion. The once bright colors of the roof, walls, column bases, etc. had faded, and the exquisite carvings were covered with dust.

The Wen family was once glorious, but now they are in decline.

When Wen's father was alive, he became a popular imperial physician in the palace with his miraculous medical skills. Unfortunately, he was involved in the secret affairs of the harem and could not escape.

With the help of Zhen Yuandao, he managed to save his life, but he was no longer an imperial physician.

Wen Shichu, who had just arrived, could not accept it. In modern times, he started from scratch through his own research and raised himself to several levels.

Although we are not at the bottom of society now, the food, clothing and housing we have are incomparable to before.

Looking at Wen's mother again, her clothes were clean and tidy, but the sleeves and collar, which were stained white by washing, could not hide her financial difficulties.

No, absolutely not.

Wen Shichu has two hobbies: money and power.

If you have power, money will come.

When he traveled through time, he didn't become a royal nobleman, that was his bad luck, otherwise he would have fought for the top position.

Now he is just a small imperial physician, and the room for promotion is so small, so he wants to be the biggest one!

The head of the Imperial Medical Service, Zhang Mi, just wait, here I come, hahahahaha.

Wen Shichu stood in the yard, imagining himself punching Zhang Mi and becoming the emperor, reaching the pinnacle of his life, and laughing up to the sky.

Mother Wen shook her head, and her son became even more confused. Oh, she should go and cook quickly.

A stupid son is still your own son. No matter how stupid a son is, he is still your own son.

A stupid son is still your own son. No matter how stupid a son is, he is still your own son.

These two sentences kept turning over and over in Wen's mother's mind. She kept persuading herself to hold back, hold back, and not hit her son. Her son was already stupid, and he would become even more stupid if she hit him.