Zhentang

Late Tang Dynasty, Chang'an. The embers of the prosperous age have gone cold, and ghosts walk in the daylight. The factions in the imperial court are fierce, the palace is as deep as the sea; the loyalty of the rivers and lakes has withered, and the chivalry is covered with dust. Li Wuyan, a little bad guy who abides by corrupt laws, thought he could survive alone in this crumbling world. Until a murder case of a musician involving palace imprisonment, like a spark, splashed among the dry rivers and lakes and the crumbling temples. The blood letter of "executing justice for heaven" is the smoke of conspiracy and an accusation of despair. When the law becomes the plaything of the powerful, when loyalty becomes an empty slogan, To just go with the flow and take a share in the empire's funeral? Or will he use his arms as a chariot and become a martyr with only a few words in the history books? He drew his horizontal sword, but it was not pointed at a specific enemy. In front of him was the torrent of the entire era. Behind him are hundreds of millions of silent common people. This time, Xia is not a king or a vain name, but only cares about life and death. This time, it is not the fate of the country that is being suppressed, but the last bit of eternal candlelight in people's hearts.