Master Qingshenduan Lan Tingji

During the prosperous period of Qianlong, the capital city was ablaze with lights, but in the darkness there were shadows of blood. Lan Tingji, a junior official in the Ministry of Justice who came from a poor family, was in his early thirties, his green shirt was washed white, but his eyes were as bright as knives. He does not believe in ghosts and gods, and is not afraid of powerful people. He only believes in ironclad evidence. While others would judge the case and ask for confessions, he would judge the case and look at the scene: a drop of blood, a strand of hair, and a footprint could all allow him to see the truth. There is only a silly and big guard Tie Yong beside him, who has ruthless sword skills but a heart as straight as the wind in the north of the Great Wall; and there is Linglong, whose origin is unknown, who can change his appearance and has a silent weapon, but always appears in the most critical moments. In ten years, Lan Tingji traveled from the capital to the south of the Yangtze River, from beyond the Great Wall to the Miao territory, and from the Forbidden City to the island of Taiwan. Headless murder, traceless snow, poison magic, Yellow River burst... Every time a strange case is solved, a hole is opened in the big net hidden in the dark. The net is called "Youlanhui", killing people and leaving a blood orchid behind them seems to mock the justice of this world. The gentler He Shen smiled, the colder the back of Lan Tingji felt. He knew that he was fighting against the most powerful hand in the entire court. But he never retreats. Every time he went to court, he only asked himself: If the truth is let go today, who will seek justice for those innocent souls who died in the dark night? He is not a god, just a mortal, but he insists on wearing this green shirt cleanly, even if it is stained with blood in the end, he will never bow his head. This is not the legend of a great master, but the story of a lonely man competing with the entire era. In the end, success, failure, honor and disgrace are just a sigh. But in that sigh, there were countless lonely souls of the Qing Dynasty who had been wronged. Intention: Under the shining golden surface of Qianlong's prosperous era, there are countless bones, blood and cries crushed by power. Lan Tingji's story is not to praise a perfect master, but to describe how a mortal clings to the weak but stubborn light in his heart in a dirty world. He knew that he could not defeat the entire era, nor could he defeat traitors like He Shen, nor could he defeat human greed and fear. But he still wants to fight, not for fame or fame, not to leave a name in history, but for the simplest yet most extravagant words: injustice has its owner, every debt has its owner. There should not be lonely souls who die due to injustice in this world. He never relied on the gods or the emperor's wisdom to resolve the case, but only relied on a pair of eyes, a heart that refused to bend, and legs that never retreated. He believes that although the truth is late, it must not be absent; although justice is small, it must not be silent. Even if in the end, he himself became the crushed dust of that era, at least he tried his best to let a few more lights shine in the darkness, so that the silent souls of injustice knew that someone had fought for them with anger and reason. This is not a hymn of heroes, but the persistence of a lonely person. It is the tragedy of doing something when one knows it cannot be done, and it is the foolish courage of drawing one's sword even though one knows that the chances of victory are slim. It is also in the darkest era, how one person uses his own life to exchange for the rest of countless wronged people. In the final analysis, the purpose of this novel is only one sentence: Even if the world is turbid, I am the only one who is pure; even if ten thousand people yearn for power and wealth, I insist on wearing this green shirt even if it is stained with blood and it will not fade.