Qingshan Mou: Records of an Lonely Official in the Late Tang Dynasty

In the third year of Zhonghe, Suzhou was engulfed in blood and fire. Chen Zhao, a brown-shirted scholar, knelt on the ruins holding the blood-stained copies of "The Art of War" and "The Analects of Confucius" - his mother's silver bracelet was still warm, but the fragrance of Qingtuan in the alleyway was gone. He walked north, hoping to find a wise master who could "make peace with Confucianism", but he ran into the whirlpool of the feudal town's melee: In the city of Heyang, Zhuge Shuang's "grace of knowledge" was wrapped in the light of his sword, and the eldest son Zhuge Zhongfang's butcher knife was pointed at the soldiers and the people; during the night attack on the grain camp, he used military skills to repel Li Keyong's cavalry, but because he said "do not kill indiscriminately", he became a "nerd" in the eyes of the powerful; when the medical girl Su Wei handed over the hemostatic medicine, she said "Bianzhou may have a way for you", but Zhu Wen's Bianliang City was rumored to be full of corpses of soldiers who had surrendered. When Zhuge Shuang died of illness and Heyang collapsed in the blood and fire of seizing the throne, Chen Zhao took the money sent by Meng Kai and fled - the military book in his arms taught him that "war is never tired of deceit", but the Analects of Confucius was engraved with "The benevolent love the people". In troubled times, should he be Zhu Wen's sharp sword and carve out hegemony for the feudal town? Or should you stick to your obsession of "saving the people" and become a useless minister under the dying candle of the Tang Dynasty? When the lights of the posthouse in Bianliang were shaking, he suddenly understood: the "choice" in this troubled world is never to choose a wise leader, but to choose "how to live with a conscience" - but how much is conscience worth in the face of swords and guns? —————————————————————— ​