Introduction to "Han Yan's Blood Coagulation" (full version of 300 words)
The mentor is dead.
The hospital said it was an emergency, so he came and went quickly. The colleagues sighed a few words, and when the etiquette was over, everyone dispersed.
Chen Yan didn't believe it.
The candlelight flickered in the mourning hall, and he knelt for three days, finally waiting until the dead of night. The coffin lid was pushed open a crack, and the teacher was lying inside, his face was ashen, but his right hand was tightly clenched - after he opened it, there was a piece of broken porcelain with blood in his palm.
The blue and white intertwining lotus pattern and the warm glaze were a gift only found in the inner court.
But his mentor, Lu Wenyuan, was an old Hanlin who lived in poverty for most of his life. The only things he used in his home were coarse porcelain dishes. This piece of broken porcelain is not from this room.
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door. The eunuch "passed by" late at night, and across the white banner, he left a sentence:
"Some things are gone in the past."
It was a warning and a temptation.
Chen Yan knelt back on the futon, his back straight. He knew that from this moment on, the seemingly peaceful career and the mask of gentleness and thrift could be torn off.
From the low-priced land deeds in Qingtianzhuang to the unjust case of the imperial examination in the year of Wuwu, he followed the unfinished investigation of his mentor and approached the abyss step by step. The clerk in the archives hesitated to speak, the head of the household department made an inexplicable show of goodwill, and the sister of the suffering master cried out in the rain - every step forward was followed by a dark shadow.
He can only continue to wear the mask of "nerd" and walk on the edge of a knife.
Because my mentor's last words are still in my ears:
"See more, think more, talk less."
——Speak less, because it is useless to say it.
If you continue to investigate, you may die. If we don't investigate, our mentor will die in vain.
