As long as I kneel down fast enough, the butcher knife can't catch up with me.
As soon as Dr. Su She, a doctor of literature, opened his eyes, he saw the Shura field of Baimayi disaster. The backbone of Datang was thrown into the Yellow River, and he was in the queue to be beheaded.
There is no system or military power. His only weapons are the 10,000 poems in his head and the prediction of the troubled times in these fifty-three years.
In order to survive, he wrote erotic poems for Zhu Wen, told fortunes for Li Keyong, sang with Li Cunxu, and befriended Shi Jingtang.
The world scolded him as having no character and being the most treacherous and polite scum of the Five Dynasties.
Only he himself knows that in this troubled world where rituals and music are broken down and people eat each other, he lives like a dog just to hold on to the last ray of incense for this dead civilization.
"The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping. You rebels, why don't you listen to me recite a poem before killing anyone?"
