Li Zheng, a graduate student in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature, had just finished his graduation thesis "An Examination of the Evolution of Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties". He woke up lying in a leaky adobe house and became a poor scholar in a remote mountain village in the Dayan Dynasty who could not even afford paper and ink. Good news: the original owner is a scholar. Bad news: The county exam is in three days, and the fate of the whole family depends on him. Looking at the tattered elementary school reading book on the table, Li Zheng's mentality collapsed for three seconds, and then he calmed down - he had five thousand years of Chinese poetry in his mind. In this alien world where the cultural context was just beginning to emerge, wasn't this the best plug-in? In the county examination, the examiner was stunned by the song "Ode to the Goose". During the imperial examination, an "Inscription on a Humble Room" attracted many copies throughout the city. He crushed him all the way through the provincial examination and the general examination, until he was selected as the number one scholar in the palace examination, and the name "Li Qinglian" resounded throughout Dayan. Celebrities all over the world rushed to make friends, dignitaries and nobles crossed the threshold, his poems were composed and sung, and his articles were regarded as standards. Everyone said that this boy's talent only comes out every five hundred years. But Li Zheng gradually discovered that copying poems brought more than just glory and wealth. Above the court, the undercurrent of the old and new parties is raging, and his sharp edge has pierced the vital points of some people. A secret letter from an unknown source was delivered to my hand, and every word contained a warning. What made his spine shiver even more was that among the fragments of the ancient book, he found a name that should not belong to this world. Someone else had been there before him. And that person died without a complete body. Li Zheng clutched the secret letter, his hands shaking slightly. He just wanted to make a living as a copycat, so why did he end up in a life-or-death situation? But now, he had no choice but to go up.
Poetry can shock the world, and it can also calm mountains and rivers.
