She is a clear stream in troubled times, with the ambition to control water and stabilize the mountains. In one volume of "Water Control Sutra", she wrote about the context of rivers in the world.
She is Qin Tian Sicheng, who is in charge of the dynasty's destiny. A black sandalwood bead can calculate all the world's chess games.
Thirteen years ago, in Jiangnan Academy, paper kites rode the wind.
Yun Gui's eyes reflected with waves, and he vowed to make the world free from floods: "I want everyone to be able to fly kites under the sun!"
Entropy's arithmetic beads clicked softly between his fingers, silently recording the pure flame.
Thirteen years later, heavy rain poured down and the embankment collapsed and people died.
The seven counties of Qingyang Prefecture are all formed into Zeguo, and the lamentations of all the people float on the turbid waves. Eight hundred thousand taels of disaster relief money, is it life-saving money? Or a reminder?
Yun Gui was imprisoned, his prison clothes stained with blood, and what he coughed up was not only the pain, but also the ashes of heinous accusations of corruption and the collapse of his ideals: "You knew they were greedy for life-saving money!"
In Qin Tian Prison, the cinnabar is like blood.
Entropy's fingertips traced the cold memorial, and his eyes penetrated the fog of data. She understands everything - the false reports of rivers, the flow of money, and the ghosts of people's hearts. As soon as the abacus moves, the answer is determined.
The ink pen fell, and a dazzling red circle circled not only the name of an old friend, but also a vital chess piece: "This person can be used." It is an understatement, but it can determine life or death.
The prison is dark and gloomy, separated by iron bars.
The former flood control officer huddled in the rotting grass, looking at the torrential floods and countless innocent souls. She grabbed the cold fence and asked in a hissing voice the figure whose mysterious clothes were like ink and not stained by dust: "Why?! You know everything!"
Entropy looked down at the prisoners, his eyes unwavering, as if he was examining a problem to be solved. What she handed over was not a helping hand, but a cold verdict: "Yun Gui's dereliction of duty caused the embankment to collapse and he should be executed."
"People's suffering is not poetry, it is a problem to be solved."
The entropic voice penetrated the despair of the prison, with metallic coldness and unquestionable logic:
"And your life is just one of the chess pieces."
A shocking corruption sweeping the government and the public pushed two former classmates to opposite sides of fate.
Will the sincere passion of an idealist eventually be annihilated in the cold chessboard of machinations?
Can the precise calculation of a rational person be able to clear the clouds in the torrent of filth?
When the ambition of water control falls victim to power struggles,
When the friendship between old friends turns into a bargaining chip for murder,
When all the people's chess games are played out, the true love must be sacrificed in the end...
Can they break free from this fateful prison?
Or maybe, this was destined from the beginning——
Dead end.
Two heroines · Ancient power schemes · Ultimate BE aesthetics
The idealist's lament VS the prison of the rationalist
"Counting All Life" - The chess pieces have fallen, and a dead end is about to begin.
Intention: I don't know
