The bloody dynasty where the light of swords and the fragrance of ink intertwine, a life-and-death struggle that spans time and space
After Xiao Han, the modern king of special forces, fell off a cliff, he opened his eyes and turned into a "floating corpse" on the banks of the Jozhao Dynasty river. The frail scholar Lu Mingji dragged him back to his dilapidated study and exchanged his last half a coin for the medicine. One was a sharp blade who was forced to stay in another world, and the other was a lonely minister with a blood feud. Xiao Han looked at Lu Mingji's profile coughing up blood and still writing down a piece of paper, and suddenly thought of his sacrificed comrades - in this world of cannibalism, someone had to split it open.
He taught the refugees to use tactics to clear up wasteland, quenched the residual sword with vinegar, and transformed the censor's carriage into a mobile evidence library. However, Lu Mingji fell deeper and deeper into the deadlock of the previous dynasty. His pen to impeach corrupt officials cut into his flesh and blood, and he still chuckled at Xiao Han on the prison rack: "If I die, can you be my knife?"
When the imperial examination case revealed the mystery of the blood edict from twenty years ago, and when the "Hidden Scale Guard" was betrayed by his best friend, Xiao Han clutched Lu Mingji's blood-stained official robe in the rain of arrows: "I will fight through this court for you, but you are not allowed to die." The man grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and his eyes were filled with fire: "What I want is never my comrades."
The collision of cold iron and hot blood, the game of intrigue and sincerity——
The sharp blade will eventually rust, and the bright moon will always hang in the sky
