When pen and ink meet sword and gun, the revenge and redemption of a survivor
In the blood and fire of the fall of the old dynasty, three-year-old Yao Anonymous crawled out of the culvert. His father's dying instructions, "Stay alive and see the world clearly," became an obsession engraved in his bones and blood.
After studying hard at Qingdeng for fifteen years, he used his pen as a blade and knocked on the door of the court with the sharp edge of "suppressing military power". He rose from a poor scholar in the south of the Yangtze River to the number one scholar in the Song Dynasty. Qiong Lin's banquet said, "Swords and guns can destroy the city, pen and ink can build the heart", which not only attracted the attention of the emperor, but also attracted the jealousy of the generals.
His encounter with the northwest general Musu Shanhai was originally a confrontation between civil and military forces, but in the sand and war, he forged a close relationship of "having the utmost sincerity and living up to his family and country." One was in charge of the government and protected the country with military force; the other was in charge of the army and protected the country with force. They thought they could support the Song Dynasty together, but in the end they could not escape the fate of the dynasty's collapse.
The Jin army's iron hoofs trampled through the capital, his mother died in front of his eyes, and the imperial seal bent his spine. From being the number one scholar to being a prisoner, from being an exiled criminal to being a new noble of the Jin Dynasty, Yao Anonymous struggled in the whirlpool of power and gradually drifted away from his close friends. When the moonlight from Yueyang Tower once again filled the blade, he realized: the most painful thing is not the destruction of the country and the family, but the swordsmanship of close friends.
"Anonymity is not nameless, and history will remember it" - his pen can tell the rise and fall of previous dynasties, but it cannot understand the treacherousness of people's hearts; his knife can pierce the enemy's chest, but it can cut away the fetters and guilt. This ancient history soaked in blood and tears hides the perseverance of a scholar in troubled times, and also hides the answer to the question that every era asks: When ideals collide with reality, and when friendship is trapped in positions, how can we live up to our original aspirations and our country?
