Zhaoming Chronicles

Realistic female knight vs. Idealistic doer Copywriting: Question: If the truth is buried, why seek for it? Ming Wan replied: Use the sword as a pen to write the word justice. The price: hiding one's name, fighting life and death, walking alone in the dark night. Question: If the laws are ignored, how can we deal with ourselves? Jiang Lou replied: Use your body as fuel to burn the light of the Dharma. The price: burdened by the rich and powerful, severed ties with close friends, and sent to faraway states. Let me ask again: How can knights and scholars shake the world? Ming Wan & Jiang Lou: The temples are high and the rivers and lakes are far away, but the wind rises at the end of Qingping. ---------- Jiang Lou, a new academician, did a stupid thing. He beat the drum and complained to Sun Yujie, the chief minister of the dynasty, about riding horses. At the Qingquan Banquet, all the dignitaries looked at him as if he was nothing. In the palace examination, he ranked second in the list, and he was sent to the bitter and cold frontier. From the capital to the border, the only person willing to protect him is a female knight whose origin is a mystery and who demands a high price. The top swordsman Ming Wan did something stupid. She traced the truth back then and met a stubborn scholar. Later, by chance, he was rescued and the scholar proposed an escort deal. Anyway, since the destination is the same, let's get on the road. So this way— What Jiang Lou is going to is Minzhou, where various forces are complicated. What he wants to uphold is that the legal principles are clear and will never be destroyed in the world. What Ming Wan is looking for is ironclad evidence of old cases that can overturn the court. What she wants to prove is that heaven is fair and her reputation is clean. Later, they rewritten the rules in the fish scale atlas, guarded justice on the water transport docks, and dug out silverfish from the frontier army's rations. He used the program to tear apart the shady curtain, and she used the edge of her sword to protect the evidence. So the farmers complained according to the law, the merchants paid taxes according to the regulations, and the subordinate officials respected the files. Justice has seen the light of day, laws and regulations have become flesh and blood, and everyone begins to believe that this world can really make sense. ---------- Small Theater On the road from Beijing, a remote inn. Ming Wan held the bloody sword and pushed open the scholar's door. Jiang Lou: "Miss Ming, what are you doing late at night?" Ming Wan: "I'm here to inform you that there were a total of 17 major and minor assassinations, nine interceptions of bandits, and three cases of poisoning, all of which have been dealt with. According to the agreement, each additional critical incident will be worth fifty taels of silver." Jiang Lou was silent and dipped his pen in ink: "Please advise." Ming Wan nodded, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a whisper from behind him: "Thank you very much." She didn't stop and just said: "It's your job. Remember to settle the account." On a winter night in Minzhou, the charcoal basin is almost exhausted. Jiang Lou took off his official robe and put it on the child who was huddled in the corner. When he turned around, he saw Ming Wan putting his fur cloak on his shoulders. "I'm not cold," he said. "I'm hot," she answered shortly. The next day, there was an extra line on the ledger: "Bing Ye gave me a cloak, which cost me twenty taels of silver." Jiang Lou wrote and commented: "According to the "Eight Chapters: Official Code", the prefect's annual salary is two hundred and forty taels. It can be paid off in ten years." The page came and was added with Juanxiu Zhu's comment: "Yes. Interest is waived." Purpose: To enforce the law, hold the green edge, and jointly create a clear and bright future for all generations.