In the winter of the third year of Qingli, a batch of crossbow arrows mysteriously disappeared from the accounts.
Twenty years later, Shen Yu, editor of the Museum of History, saw cracks covered by ink in the pile of old papers.
The crack points to one name: Qi Guogong Zhao Jue.
——The most elegant and idle clan in Kaifeng City, a master of calligraphy and painting connoisseurs, a fringe member of the royal family who is always gentle and indifferent.
It is also the deepest chess piece in the Xixia spy network, "Qingluan".
Shen Yu approached him to seek the truth.
Zhao Jue wins over him in order to make a living.
In the fragrance of tea and the rhyme of paintings, every sentence is sharp; in the light of a sword on a snowy night, they protect each other time and time again.
He smiled and asked: "Editor Shen, if history is just lies, what's the point of pursuing the truth?"
He asked back: "Zhao Huaijin, if life is all disguise, what's the point of living?"
Until the border war breaks out again, the mother country orders him to steal the border defense map.
Until the flames of the History Museum burned the sky, he blocked the life-threatening arrow for him.
That night, he took off his mask: "I am a Xixia spy."
That night, he burned the secret notes: "I am... Your accomplice."
