Han Jin Weiyang

When the snow covered the Liangzhou plateau in the first year of Yongxing, the white flags of Liu's Wubao wailed in the wind. The clan leader was killed in officialdom, the family caravan was robbed, and the granary caught fire—the murderer turned out to be a soldier from the Governor's Mansion? ​​The candlelight flickered in the ancestral hall, and the elders and disciples knelt on the ground, all looking towards the scholar in green shirt behind the curtain.​​ He is Liu Heng, the younger brother of the deceased clan leader. His brother's coffin lay quietly in front of the hall, with his widowed sister-in-law and young nephew standing beside it. The life and death of the entire family depended on him at this moment. When he raised his head, there was a trace of desolation in his eyes that no one could understand - it was a look that should not belong to a scholar. It was the compassion of Liu Xie, the Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, who was a prisoner in the Weiyang Palace a hundred years ago and saw through the world. In the snowy night, when he took over the blood-stained family seal, he faced not only the Qiang cavalry surrounding the fort and the refugees knocking on the door, but also the burning eyes of the whole clan, old and young, who were entrusted with life and death, as well as the lonely figures of his widowed sister-in-law and nephew behind him. ​​This time, he is no longer writing edicts for the emperor, but holding a sword for the common people.​​ When the governor's letter of recruitment was thrown into the brazier, and when the beacon fire of Wubao illuminated his hand holding the sword for the first time, the tribesmen saw—— The scholar took off his green shirt and put on his black armor, and the rules of the troubled times were rewritten.