She doesn't believe in fate.
Traveling from modern times to this strange dynasty that has no recorded history, she was abandoned by her biological father like a pair of worn-out shoes and depended on her mother for life - Shen Tinglan never lowered his head in every incident.
She disguised herself as a man and went through the provincial examination, the general examination, and the palace examination. She won three yuan in a row.
On the day she won the first prize, she thought all the hardships would come to an end.
My mother could not wait for this day.
Three years after Ding You returned to the court, everything was turned upside down.
There is a noble family on the left who is entrenched like a tiger, and on the right there is a sycophant who uses the imperial power as a sword, but she has no roots and no foundation, walking on thin ice in the cracks, walking alone in the darkness.
She doesn't expect high-ranking officials and generous salaries, she just wants to keep her purity.
But in the court, there is no one who is alone.
Losing again and again, being unable to retreat again and again - she finally remembered the answer she had told her mentor when she first entered the officialdom.
"I'm only afraid of one thing."
"If you live a busy life, you will lose all you have learned."
From that moment on, she stopped hiding.
Speak up for the weak and establish a government for justice, even if the road ahead is doomed.
Later, she finally believed it - this was her life.
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On her way back to Beijing, Shen Tinglan picked up a broken "sword".
This is a "sword" that has been carefully polished for fifteen years, and is specially designed to take human lives.
He didn't speak after he recovered from his injury. Granny Wang thought he was mute, but Shen Tinglan didn't think so.
Later, he finally spoke and told Shen Tinglan that his name was Eleven.
"Eleven?" Shen Tinglan frowned slightly, paused, and then solemnly said: "This is not a name, just a code name."
Eleven was stunned.
In his nineteen years of life, this was the first time someone said such a thing to him.
"... What's the difference?" He asked.
"The code name can be you or him, it can be Eleven or Twelve." Shen Tinglan looked at him with calm and serious eyes: "But the name can always be you."
Eleven thought for a moment, "Then I don't have a name."
"After seeing you for several days, I suddenly told you to leave."
She frowned, "Since you are just a passer-by, how about I ask you to leave?"
He didn't respond or refuse, it was his acquiescence.
From then on, the sword also had a name, called "Jianli".
Intention: Destiny is frivolous and should be like a lonely wandering
