Mountain River Blade

It was a sword named "Shanhe Blade". The edge of the blade split through the thousand-year-old frozen soil of the noble families, and also cut off the return home of hundreds of thousands of soldiers; the blade carried the steps of the blue clouds of the poor families, and also crushed the rugged backbones of the homeless people. Shen Yan, a powerful minister who had been regent of Dayan for ten years, put a noose around his mentor's neck with his own hands, and signed a city alliance at Yanhui Pass, which was a loss of power and humiliation to the country. The world called him a traitor to the country, his colleagues collaborated with the enemy, and the refugees called him a butcher. He silently laid out a chess game across the temple and the border under the thumb of thousands of people, but he didn't know that someone was secretly making a move under the chess board - Youzhou's top-secret defense line was leaked by a traitor, and the blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians was stained with the yellow sand. A last-minute letter printed with bloody handprints, a bronze box from the Mohist treasure Xiezhi, and an ancient sword without an edge engraved with the word "Zhi Ge". He crawled forward in the mud of power and intrigue, hiding his edge with a broken pen, and exchanging infamy for opportunities. Finally, on the banks of the Sanggan River, he buried Beidi's ambitions and his last retreat with a shocking fire. Right and wrong, merits and demerits are difficult to write down in history. When the smoke cleared and the lights of thousands of houses were lit again, the man who had been saddled with all the infamy had quietly disappeared at the end of the long river. He left behind a picture of "Farming and Weaving" with the smiling faces of farmers, and eight words: "The heart of the sky is full and the moon is full, and the branches are full of flowers and spring." This is a Machiavellian story without an emotional line. A lonely minister, staggering between ideals and mud, tempered his blade with blood, and used his body as salary to write his life's wishes into a volume of human fireworks.