In the tenth year of Xianchun's reign, a corpse floated outside the city of Ganzhou.
The ring on the hand of the deceased was engraved with the secret pattern of the Quanzhou company——
Song Rilong, the general judge, was ordered to investigate the case. The boss, Zhizhou, was pressing hard, and there were doubts everywhere in the file.
Xin Yi, a woman who makes medicine on the street, makes a living with her younger brother by selling herbal medicine. The student was squatting outside the cell and counting ants, and was attracted by the guards. He delivered meals to the cell every day, along with a few words. He didn't know that those words would kill his sister.
A corpse leads to an old case that was sealed twenty years ago.
A ring leads to an exiled avenger.
Song Rilong wrote a poem on Yugutai: "Every year I try to wither the city, like a monk living in a broken nunnery." He thought he was checking others, but he didn't know that every stroke was written in his own destiny book.
The street children are still singing the folk song: "The water of the Ganjiang River flows from both ends, flowing to Lin'an without looking back..." The singer doesn't know that this song will soon be stopped.
Life is still counting ants.
When the truth finally surfaced, Song Rilong discovered——
The case he investigated was investigated twenty years ago. Leave a sentence:
"Some cases, in the end, you are the one who is being investigated."
But the torrent of history has already arrived. The Yuan army moved south, and Yashan was approaching.
Sheng climbed up Yugutai with something.
A flower bloomed in the crack of the stone.
The ants are still crawling.
Climbing so slowly.
But they crawled through the entire Southern Song Dynasty.
Just like raw.
