Wine-Cold Night: the Night Watchman of the Ming Dynasty

I stared at the bright golden "pile of brocade ash" in front of me for a long time. It seemed to be pieced together from countless broken old dreams, with sharp edges and sharp edges, exuding the scent of old ink and the faint smell of blood. The moment the fingertips touched, countless strange afterimages flashed through my mind: a lonely grave on a snowy night, a severed ear in a boudoir, poisoned wine in the court... Later I learned that this was not an illusion, but a "picture" - the mental marks left by those who died unjustly and persisted until death in the cracks of reality. And I am the "White Noble Scholar" chosen by fate. In order to survive, I can only step into these solidified historical slices, face the madness and tragedy that spans hundreds of years, and repair the regrets that have been covered up by official history. Zhuangzi said, an empty room produces whiteness, and auspiciousness ceases. But is it really salvation to put one's heart under house arrest in an eternity of death? The night is about to fall, but let's see how long I can stay awake as a mortal. [First-person immersive suspense] + [Exploring the history of the Ming Dynasty] + [Rules-based puzzle solving] (This book does not have a harem, and the protagonist is not invincible. It focuses on historical destiny and rules-based puzzles. A new writer from Qidian is here, so please take care of me.)