Witnessing Bone Scraping at the Beginning of the Chapter, My Strategy Shocked Jiajing

A real piece of Machiavellian writing! History is so long, but it is so short in books. There are always some people who are worthy of our stop. This year, Yan Song was in power. This year, Xu Jie was patient and ready to go. This year, Zhang Juzheng was thirty years old. He was planting bamboo and raising cranes in Lezhi Garden in his hometown, watching the bloody storm in the capital with cold eyes. In this year, Yang Jisheng died in Xicheng. Before his execution, he wrote a poem: "The heroic spirit is still too weak, but the loyalty will shine through the ages." Also in this year, a young man named Xu Huaijin came to the capital from Jiangnan. He just wants to study peacefully and wait for spring. He didn't know that the moment he stepped into the city gate, the gears of fate had already begun to turn. Someone is trying to get him into the game. Someone wanted to kill him. Some people saw the shadow of an old friend in him. Someone saw his own ambition in his eyes. In the capital city in October, the blood in the West Market has not yet dried up. Yan Song's followers were all over the court, incense was burning in Xu Jie's study, and Tang Shunzhi's donkey clattered out of Zhangyi Gate. And he, a student of the Imperial College, knocked on the door of that simple mansion with a letter from his teacher. Sitting inside the door is the man who will unseat Yan Song ten years later. "Do you know how to survive in this twilight without getting lost or being crushed?" Machiavellianism, passion, master-disciple, brother, a life-and-death bond. A young man rises and falls in the torrent of history.