Yumen Shuang

(There is no heroine, and the dynasty is fictitious. If you don't like it, don't criticize it.) The frost outside Yumen Pass is like a knife, and the knife is hidden in a scabbard under the green shirt. If you ask what this body is like, half of "Mencius" is a sword. After three hundred years of existence, Dayu has become like an old and decaying beast. The fortunes of aristocratic families are determined by their rank. There is no poor family in the upper class, and no noble family in the lower class; the annual interest rate of the money accumulated in the temple is 60%, and the compound interest eats up all the land in the world; the empty talk of cliques harms the country, and the annual coins at the border are surrendered. The four great nobles controlled the court, Yuan Xia and Tian Lang were eyeing the northern frontier, and the nineteen-year-old emperor on the dragon throne was busy writing poems for the newly painted "River, Mountains, Misty Rain". No one knew that a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, wearing a green shirt that was not old yet, was walking towards the Imperial Academy. He is not seeking fame. He went to collect debts.