Poems Prophesy the Ming Dynasty

Lin Xi, a modern man with a master's degree in classical literature, traveled through the Ming Dynasty and became a helpless scholar. I wanted to copy poems and become a talented scholar, but I didn't want to write down a sentence that turned out to be a "prophecy" that stirred up the world. The sentence "holding the green front with three feet" was regarded by the government as irrefutable evidence of rebellion; half a piece of "Song under the Fortress" alarmed the border generals to search for people thousands of miles away; and a poem about "Raising Bamboo" caused a sudden uproar in Donglin Party disputes. Every word is like a blade, and the poems are like prophecies, forcing him to embark on a bloody and desperate road. From the frightened bird fleeing in panic, to the lone traveler carrying a sword and traversing the rivers and lakes, Lin Xi discovered that these poems from the long river of memory are strangely resonating and fulfilling the world. They can be life-threatening charms, or they can be turned into swords that break the situation. Between the conspiracy in the temple and the war in the world, he dealt with heroes, beauties, loyal ministers and shadows, using poetry as his blade and his heart as his chess piece. When the clues of all the poems finally come to an end, the torrent of history rolls forward. Is the power of prophecy a prophecy, a curse, or the only basis for him to rewrite his destiny? Let's see how a scholar, in the dusk of the late Ming Dynasty, settled the world with a full volume of poems.