The Strange Stories of the Southern Song Dynasty
Summary:
He was just a small servant, but he was involved in an ancient secret. A bizarre murder case had sent an affectionate young miss and a cold and arrogant little maid to him. Were they really innocent people who were involved in this? The West Lake Broken Bridge was full of mysteries. Love was tied by a thread. The truth was right in front of him.
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Chapter 001: Returning Home in Glory
The Southern Song Dynasty, Qi Country, Qiantang, Xiling Bridge.
The moon hung high in the sky and the night fog curled up on the road. 33.
An oil wall carriage approached from afar, speeding along a small road in Jiangnan. A pair of lanterns hung in front of the carriage. As the carriage bumped along with the rolling wheels, the delicate and beautiful "Su" character on the lanterns swayed.
The carriage was draped with a light veil and a driver sat in front of the carriage holding the reins. The moonlight was like water, illuminating the ground. More importantly, he was already familiar with this road. Even with his eyes closed, he could walk on it like it was flat ground. So, the night did not affect the speed of the carriage at all.
The veil moved with the wind, occasionally revealing three beautiful figures in the carriage. In the middle was a girl in a red dress. Her hair was cloudy and her steps were light. Looking from behind, one could see her slender neck like an elegant swan.
The girl on the left was white, and the girl on the right was green. Based on her clothes and hairstyle, she was still dressed like a young girl. Obviously, she was the servant of the beauty in the middle. But seeing the three of them sitting together, walking under the moonlight, and their crisp laughter, it was obvious that they were as close as sisters.
The girl in the middle was Qiantang's number one courtesan, Su Yaoyao. The girls in green and white on her left and right were her sisters, Bai Su and Qing Ting. The three ladies were traveling at night to meet with Young Master Ruan, an official's family. Tonight, Young Master Ruan had set up a banquet and invited all the local talents and beauties.
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Suddenly, the frosty night sky changed from a cold pale white to a golden light, as if a sun that had been sealed for ten thousand years had suddenly broken free from its shackles and leaped into the sky.
The coachman, Old Huang, who was driving the carriage, suddenly couldn't see anything. He panicked and hurriedly pulled on the reins. The two horses were abruptly reined in by him and stood up on their hind legs. Their four big hooves heavily smashed onto the ground with a "pa" sound, abruptly stopping the carriage.
"Ouch!" The three girls in the carriage were caught off guard and almost fell out of the carriage because of the sudden stop. Fortunately, the three of them were squeezed together. Although the three girls' bodies were light, how wide could an oil wall carriage be? Therefore, they didn't roll out of the carriage. If they fell and messed up their hair, it would be fine, but if they fell and hit the ground with their faces, it would ruin their beautiful faces.
"Old Huang, what happened?"
Su Yaoyao was a little angry. She covered her face with her hand and blocked the strong light. She lifted the curtain, bent over, and stood in the car. Bai Su and Qingting followed. The three of them stood at the front of the carriage and looked up at the sky. As soon as they saw the strange scene in the sky, they were stunned.
He saw a huge golden wheel-like object that looked like a heavenly king was hovering in the air. The light that was as bright as the sun was radiating from it.
It swayed in the air as though it was unable to support itself. All of a sudden, the golden wheel-like object exploded. The huge shock wave was like ripples that quickly spread in all directions. The coachman, Old Huang, cried out in surprise. He rolled out of the carriage like a lazy donkey and dove into the bottom of the carriage.
However, Su Yaoyao, Bai Su, and Qingting couldn't avoid it in time. The golden light passed through their bodies. The three beautiful girls swayed and fell to the ground softly.
The golden light disappeared and so did the golden wheel in the air. A few places in the distance were set on fire and smoke rose. The night returned to its cold state and quietly shone on the three beautiful bodies.
The night dew was sparkling and translucent. The orchid dew was like a crying eye. The grass was like a carpet, the pine trees were like a canopy, and the path was silent.
The oil wall carriage stopped there and the two horses snorted blankly as though nothing had happened.
Time flew by. 500 years later …
The moon was high in the sky and the lanterns were lit. It was a lively time in Qinhuai. Beside the Peach Leaf Ferry, a young man waved a small fan and slowly walked over. Many passersby on the road would greet him warmly, "Brother Han." The young man would return their greetings with a smile and was very polite.
Brother Han was dressed in a round-necked robe with a leather belt around his waist. He wore a legless headdress, and there was a beautiful rose in his hair. It complemented his handsome face and made him look a little devilish. However, there was nothing he could do. This was the custom of the Song Dynasty. From the emperor to the commoners, as long as they were men, they liked to wear flowers.
The flower-wearing young man in front of him was tall and handsome. Even when he was not smiling, there was a slight smile on his lips. It was slightly upturned and very likable. His pair of black and shiny eyebrows made his eyes look especially spirited and lively. It was as if he could speak as he looked around. He was different from those men who were covered in grease and insisted on wearing flowers. When young ladies and young wives saw him, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.
This person was called Yang Han. Three days ago, he was a member of the Nanjing Street Department of the Song Dynasty's Jiankang Prefecture. The Street Department was in charge of the city's streets. Its functions and status were similar to the urban management of the later generations. However, the urban management of the Song Dynasty had many functions. It was almost a combination of policing, environmental protection, taxation, fire protection, price inspection, industrial and commercial law enforcement, greening and cleaning, and handling illegal road occupation. 33 Quickest
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Those who could do this were either a scoundrel like Niu Er, who could control people, or a slick and slick person, who knew how to steer according to the wind and was alert and clever. However, when he really had to fight with people, he had to be a good fighter. Not only could he bend and stretch, but he also had to be soft and hard.
Yang Han belonged to the latter. He had the gift of the gab, was alert and clever, and also had good martial arts. Although he was a small person at the bottom of society, in the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty, the common people lived the best and richest lives.
If you did not have the ambition to be a Marquis or conquer the world, and wanted to be a common person, or if you only had the ability to be a common person, then you were born in the Song Dynasty. You had cultivated merit for several generations. In other dynasties, the common people's lives were far inferior.
Therefore, Yang Han, a small urban management of the Song Dynasty's Jiankang Prefecture, lived a good life. Unfortunately, three days ago, he lost this fat job.
It wasn't that Yang Han had offended some big shot, nor was it that he had met some scoundrel with a powerful background, so he couldn't do it anymore. It was because the head of the subdistrict department, Mr. Li, had taken a fancy to him and wanted to marry his daughter to him. 33 Quickest
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The head of the department was equivalent to the "Captain of the Urban Management Team". He was a member of the yamen, and people like Yang Han were all recruited by the head of the department. Therefore, to be precise, Yang Han was the head of the department. To be able to become the son-in-law of the head of the department, it should be a blessing from his ancestors' graves.
However, Yang Han was also a smooth and slick character. He was very familiar with the city's fox and rats in Jiankang Prefecture. He was very well-informed. He knew the head of the department's precious daughter better than the head of the department himself, so how could he agree?
Master Li's daughter was called Li Xiu. She was born beautiful, but she was not very restrained in the imperial examination. According to the news that Yang Han heard, this Miss Li had several lovers. She even had an abortion for one of her recent lovers, a scholar named Mu Si. Until now, the two of them were still hooking up with each other, and their relationship was unclear.
As the saying goes, it is better to marry a prostitute and live a good life than to marry a red apricot over the wall. Yang Han was also an ambitious man. He would not be a scrubbing pot for that surnamed Mu. If he was pointed at behind his back, it would be a laughingstock. Therefore, Yang Han used all his skills and did not hesitate to sully himself. He was unwilling to submit no matter what.
However, this Master Li did not know what was wrong with his brain. He did not understand the principle that a forcefully twisted melon would not be sweet. He actually threatened to resign from his position. Yang Han naturally refused to submit, so he lost his job. These two days, when the people on the street mentioned the missing Yang Han, many people could not help but sigh. They felt sorry for him, but they did not expect that he would actually show up this evening.
There was a restaurant next to Tao Ye Du. Yang Han walked in, picked a table, and sat down. He raised his voice and said, "Shopkeeper, a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup, a tray of crab roe buns, and a jiao of wine!"
When Miss Du, who was wearing an apron, saw that it was Yang Han, she was delighted. Girls liked to be pretty, who did not like to see a handsome young man? She and her father took care of this restaurant. Every time Yang Han came, the duck blood and vermicelli soup would be full of ingredients. They were even willing to put in a spoonful of pepper for him. She immediately agreed in a crisp voice and busied herself.
Yang Han turned his head and saw Old Fan passing by with a pole. He hurriedly shouted, "Hey! Old Fan, come in, come in. Cut me half a tael of mutton and a set of pig pancreas. "
Old Fan was a person who carried a pole and sold cooked food. Yang Han was familiar with him. When he heard Yang Han's call, he hurriedly mustered up his courage and entered the restaurant. He put down the pole and the chopping board on Yang Han's table. He picked up a piece of mutton and began to cut it. As he cut, he smiled and said, "Brother Han, you're looking for a better job. Where did you get rich now?"
Yang Han was waiting for him to say this. He arrogantly glanced around. When he saw that everyone was listening attentively, he smiled reservedly. "Not really, not really. It's just that I'm indebted to Master Li, the magistrate of Jiankang Prefecture, for his appreciation. Now I'm a small steward in the Li Estate."
Old Fan was shocked. He exclaimed, "Aiyo! That's amazing! A seventh-ranked official in front of the Prime Minister's door. Brother Han, now that you've become a steward in Master Li's Estate, I'm afraid your status won't be lower than Master Li's, right? "
Yang Han smiled faintly. It was not good for him to flatter himself, but he did not deny it. It was clear that he tacitly agreed with Old Fan's words. Originally, why else would he be dressed like a flower with a hairpin and a sachet tied to his waist? Why else would he appear in the area he was previously in charge of?
Returning home in silken robes!
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