I Took Judy to the Southern Song Dynasty

A thunderstorm occurred in Changling of the Ming Dynasty. Lin Yiyi, a takeaway rider and inventor of street fighting, blasted the obsession of Yongle Emperor Zhu Di into the Southern Song Dynasty. He fell to the ground with his clothes on, and the only things left in the box were his cell phone with a broken screen, a lighter and the cold braised chicken. Zhu Di was even worse: his soul possessed Zhao Gou, the knife's eye was still there, but his legs became weak first. One is a gossip who is afraid of death and loves imagination, the other is a murderer who wants to save face - one is called Judy, and the other is scolding Lin Ergou. Lin'an City seeks survival first: the local soap can make a living. I met Mr. Yi'an who sells calligraphy by the West Lake. The calligraphy is expensive, and the people are even more expensive. The soft shell in the palace is becoming more and more cruel every day - those who are arrogant will be beaten with a cane, and those who make false reports will be bloody. It's not a system ding-dong, it's half-baked common sense, an invention that can overturn, and a cowardly body that's holding it back. It's easy to read, but it's quick to slap in the face; whether it's a dog-headed monarch or a minister, or whether it's a year-end friendship, it's all carefully written. Two souls in Lin'an. Survive first, then mess this up.