In Chang'an City in midsummer, the sun is like fire, and the streets and alleys are filled with the strong smell of dust and sweat. At the end of every street, there seems to be an unsolved mystery. In the crowd, the cries of vendors, the sound of carriage wheels, and the laughter of children intertwined into a bustling symphony, but behind the noise, there were unknown secrets.
Di Renjie, a famous official during the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, is walking in the streets of Chang'an today. Different from the majestic appearance of ordinary officials, his appearance is ordinary, even a little thin. Despite this, his eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything in the world and penetrate every fog.
That day, Di Renjie was about to return to his mansion, but the silence was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps. A scholar in shabby clothes hurried over, his face panicked and his forehead soaked with sweat. He grabbed Di Renjie's sleeve and his voice trembled: "Sir, help! Please save me!"
Di Renjie stopped, raised his eyes, and looked at the scholar quietly. "Why are you so panicked? Tell me what happened."
