Linyuan Cixue

A hundred years after the Great Recession, aristocratic families occupied 70% of the world's land, and the poor family's ten years of living in poverty were nothing more than a letter of recommendation. The year Shen Qingci entered Beijing, the blood of one hundred and seventy-three lives of the Shen family had not yet dried. He hid all the blood feuds in his family and entered the court with a gentle and gentle appearance. In three years, he became the Grand Tutor and became the most unworthy official in the eyes of the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty. When he laughs, he is like spring breeze turning into rain, but when he falls, he sees blood at every step. The palace banquet at the end of the year was shocking. In the name of stability, he tore away the fig leaf of the aristocratic family's monopoly, and spread the ills of land annexation, official corruption, and the loss of military power on the palace. The aristocratic family changes color, the vassal king looks sideways, and the general presses his sword - the five forces have a showdown. And the man on the dragon throne was always looking at him. Lu Linyuan, Emperor Dajing, was the loneliest and most dangerous person in the world. He needed a knife to cut down the family, win over the vassal kings, and control the military, and Shen Qingci happened to be the sharpest and hardest knife to hold. I can give you a world without the oppression of aristocratic families. But remember - in this world, everyone's surname is Lu. You can be my sword, but you cannot be someone else's flag. Shen Qingci bowed and agreed, but there was ice in his eyes that could not be melted away. He thought he had counted everyone. Count the greed of the family, the ambition of the feudal lord, and the vacillation of the generals. The only thing I didn't expect was that the man sitting at the top would deliver an unguarded secret order on a snowy night; that he would say I believe in you in front of thousands of people and lay a dragnet in the dark; that when his life was hanging by a thread, he would give up his dignity as an emperor and return to his army to save him. I hate you to die. Shen Qingci said. But I hate this world to be rotten even more. From the capital court to the disaster-stricken areas in the south, from the rebellion of the vassal kings to the war in the north, they competed, tested, and stood side by side on the tip of a knife. He is the flag of the humble family, and he is the lock of the imperial power. They are each other's most dangerous enemies and the only sober opponent in this deadlock. Within the palace walls, there was singing and dancing. Outside the palace walls, people are buried in snow and starving. When the weight of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains presses on the shoulders of two people, when the bones of the old dynasty lay the foundation of the new world They will eventually understand: This world can never be cured by one person's benevolent government, but only by relying on millions of people to have a way to survive. The rest of each other's lives are fate and the way back. Intention: This world can never be cured by one person's benevolent government. It is only because tens of millions of people have a way of living that we can be stable.