South Song Chronicles # 33
Summary:
He was just a small servant, but he was involved in an ancient mystery. 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? West Lake Broken Bridge. Strange. Love connected by a thread. The truth was right in front of him.
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Content:
Chapter 001: Returning Home in Glory
South Dynasty, Qi Country, Qiantang, Xiling Bridge.
The moon hung high in the sky and the night fog curled up on the road.
An oil wall carriage approached from afar, speeding along a small road in Jiangnan. There was a pair of lanterns in front of the carriage. As the carriage bumped along with the rolling wheels, the delicate "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 behind her, 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 as 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 moon, 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. 33 starters
"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, 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 immediately lifted the curtain, bent over, and stood on the carriage. Bai Su and Qingting also followed. The three of them stood at the front of the carriage and looked up at the sky. When they saw the strange scene in the sky, they were immediately 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 emitted from it.
It swayed in the air as if it had no strength to support itself. Suddenly, 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.
On the other hand, Su Yaoyao, Bai Su, and Qingting couldn't dodge in time, so the golden light passed through their bodies. The three beautiful girls swayed a little and fell to the ground.
The golden light disappeared and so did the golden wheel in the sky. 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 crying eyes. The grass was like a carpet, the pine trees were like a cover, and the path was silent.
The oil wall carriage stopped there and the two horses snorted blankly as if 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 Taoye 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. But 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 in the Song Dynasty. The Street Department was in charge of the city streets. Its functions and status were similar to the urban management of the later generations. It was just that the urban management of the Song Dynasty had many functions. It was almost a combination of policing, environmental protection, taxation, fire control, price inspection, industrial and commercial law enforcement, greening and cleaning, and handling illegal road occupation.
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. But 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 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 commoners lived the best and wealthiest lives.
If you didn't have the ambition to become a Marquis or conquer the world, you just wanted to be a commoner. Or if you only had the ability to be a commoner, then you were born in the Song Dynasty and had cultivated merit for several lifetimes. In other dynasties, the commoners' lives were far inferior.
Therefore, Yang Han, a small town enforcement officer in Jiankang City of the Great Song Dynasty, 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.
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 job of the head of the Department. To be able to become the son-in-law of the head of the Department, there should be smoke rising from his ancestors' graves.
However, Yang Han was also a smooth and slick character. He was very familiar with the City Fox, Society, and Rats of Jiankang City. His eyes and ears were very well-informed. He knew this precious daughter of the Lord Si better than the Lord Si himself. How could he agree?
Master Li's daughter was called Li Xiu. She was born beautiful, but she wasn't 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's 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 didn't want to be a scrubbing pot for that surnamed Mu. Being pointed at behind his back would invite ridicule. Therefore, Yang Han used all his skills and didn't hesitate to sully himself. He refused to submit no matter what.
However, this Master Li didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He didn't understand the principle that a forcefully twisted melon wouldn't be sweet. He actually threatened to resign from his job. Yang Han naturally refused to submit. Therefore, he lost his job. These two days, when people on the street mentioned the missing Yang Han, many people couldn't help but sigh. They felt sorry for him, but they didn't expect that he would 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 it was Yang Han, she was delighted. Girls liked to be pretty, who didn't 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 add a spoonful of pepper for him. She immediately agreed crisply 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's pancreas. "
Old Fan was a person who carried a pole and sold cooked food. Yang Han was familiar with him. When he heard him 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 are you getting rich now?"
Yang Han had been waiting for him to say this. He glanced around arrogantly, and when he saw that everyone had pricked up their ears, he smiled reservedly, "Not really, not really. It's just that I'm indebted to the magistrate of Peace Manor, Lord Li, 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 isn't lower than Master Li's, right? "
Yang Han smiled faintly. It wasn't good to flatter himself, but he didn't deny it either. Clearly, 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?
He was returning home in silken robes!
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