The moment Shen Zhibai closed his book on modern history and opened his eyes again, he became a bastard waiting to die on the bed in the Yongning Marquis Mansion of the Song Dynasty.
In the name of denying relatives, poison is hidden, and the family is divided - he thought this was a desperate situation.
Until the snowy night of the Lantern Festival, facing the bustling lights of Bianjing, he silently wrote half a poem from the future.
In the darkness, someone suddenly stopped.
Zhao Mingyan knew from birth that he was an anomaly.
He was born into the seventh prince of the Song Dynasty, hiding the soul of the military genius of the Ming Dynasty and the anxiety of saving the world.
He pretended to be idle and secretly weaved a web until the word that shouldn't exist split time and space like thunder.
What he saw was another lonely burning spark.
"Join forces with me." He extended his hand to him. "It's not about saving a dynasty, it's about reshaping a civilization."
Intention: When the smoke clears, the picture of the prosperous age slowly unfolds in their hands——