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Author: Yue Guan New book: Southern Song Dynasty Strange Stories
Southern Song Dynasty Strange Stories
Content summary:
He was just a small servant, but he was involved in a thousand-year-old secret. A bizarre murder case, a passionate young lady with no brains for love, and a cold and arrogant little servant girl sent to him. They, are they really just innocent people involved? West Lake Broken Bridge, treacherous. Love is linked by a thread. The truth, is only a few feet away.
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Chapter 001: Returning home in glory
Southern dynasty, State of Qi, Qiantang, Xiling Bridge.
The moon hung high in the sky, the night mist curling up on the road.
An oil walled carriage approached from afar, lightly speeding along a small road in the Jiangnan countryside. A pair of lanterns hung in front of the carriage, following the rumbling wheels of the carriage, the delicate and graceful 'Su' character on the lantern flickered.
The carriage was draped with a light muslin curtain, and a coachman sat in front of the carriage, holding the reins. The moonlight was like water, illuminating the land not dark. More importantly, he was already familiar with this road, even with his eyes closed he could walk on flat ground, so the night did not affect the speed of the carriage at all.
The curtain rose and fell with the wind, occasionally revealing three beautiful figures in the carriage. In the middle was a young girl in crimson robes, her hair was misty and her steps were slightly shaky. Looking from behind, one could only see her slender neck, like an elegant swan.
The girl on the left was dressed in white, the girl on the right was dressed in green. Looking at her clothes and hairstyle, she was dressed like a maiden, obviously the maid of the crimson robed beauty in the middle. However, looking at the three people sitting together, walking under the moonlight, and the clear and melodious laughter along the road, it was clear that they were like sisters.
The girl in the middle was Qiantang's number one courtesan, Su Yaoyao. The two girls on her left and right were her maidservants, Bai Su and Qing Ting, who were as close as sisters. The three girls were going to meet Childe Ruan of the official's family. Tonight, Childe Ruan had set up a banquet and invited all the local scholars and beauties. They were unparalleled in poetry and literature.
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All of a sudden, the originally frosty night sky changed, turning from a cold, pale white to a myriad of golden rays. It was 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, suddenly couldn't see anything. He panicked and hurriedly pulled on the reins. The two horses were suddenly pulled by him and stood up on their hind legs. Their four hooves, which were as big as the mouth of a bowl, slammed heavily on the ground and stopped the carriage.
"Ouch!" The three girls in the carriage were caught unprepared and almost fell out because of the sudden stop of the carriage. Fortunately, the three of them were sitting together. Although the three of them were light, how wide could an oil walled carriage be? Therefore, they did not roll out of the carriage. It was fine if they fell and messed up their hair, but if they were to hit the ground with their faces, it would ruin their beautiful faces that would make others feel pity for them.
"Old Huang, what's going on?"
Su Yaoyao was a little angry. She covered her face with her hand to block the strong light. Immediately, she lifted the curtain, bent over, and stood on the carriage. Bai Su and Qing Ting followed her out. 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.
They saw a huge golden wheel-like object, which looked like a king holding a golden wheel, hovering in the air. The bright light was emitted by it.
It swayed in the air, as if it couldn't support itself anymore. Suddenly, the golden wheel-like object exploded. The huge shock wave was like circles of ripples, quickly spreading out in all directions. The coachman, Old Huang, cried out in shock and rolled off the carriage, burrowing head first into the bottom of the carriage.
Su Yaoyao, Bai Su, and Qing Ting 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 the golden wheel in the air also disappeared. There were a few fires near and far, and smoke rose. The night returned to being cold, quietly shining on the three beautiful bodies.
The night dew was crystal clear, and the orchid dew was like crying eyes. The grass was like a carpet, and the pine trees were like a blanket.
The oil walled carriage stopped there, and the two horses snorted in a daze, as if nothing had happened.
Time flew, and five hundred years later …
The moon rose above the willow branches, and the lanterns were first lit. It was the time when Qinhuai was bustling. Beside the Peach Leaf Ferry, a young man waved a small fan and slowly walked over. Many people on the road would greet him warmly when they saw him, "Brother Han." The young man also smiled and returned the greeting, very polite.
This Brother Han was dressed in a round collar robe with a leather belt around his waist. He wore a pair of legless bandana on his head, and there was even a beautiful rose in his hair. It made his handsome face look a bit devilish. However, it couldn't be helped. This was the custom of the Great Song. From the emperor to the commoners, as long as one was a man, they liked to wear flowers. First class
The young man in front of them was tall and had delicate features. When he wasn't smiling, there was a hint of a smile on his face. His lips were slightly curled up, and he was very likable. He had a pair of black and bright eyebrows, which made his eyes look especially lively. It was as if he could speak when he looked around. He was different from those greasy men who insisted on wearing flowers. When girls and 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 Jiankang Prefecture of the Great Song. The Street Department was in charge of the streets of the city. Its functions and status were similar to the city management of the later generations. However, the city management of the Song Dynasty had many functions, including police, sanitation, taxation, fire protection, price inspection, industrial and commercial law enforcement, greening and cleaning, and handling illegal road occupation.
To be able to do this, one had to be a hoodlum like Niu Er, who could control people, or one had to be slick, clever, and quick-witted. However, when he really had to fight someone head-on, he also had to be good with his fists. Not only did he have to be flexible, but he also had to be soft and hard.
Yang Han belonged to the latter. He was eloquent, quick-witted, and had good kung fu. Although he was a commoner at the bottom of society, the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty was the dynasty in which the commoners lived the best and wealthiest.
If you didn't have the ambition to become a marquis or conquer the world, and only wanted to be a commoner, or if you only had the ability to be a commoner, then being born in the Song Dynasty meant that you had accumulated several generations of merit. In other dynasties, the commoners' lives were far from comparable.
Therefore, Yang Han, a small city management of the Jiankang City of the Great Song, lived a rather interesting life. Unfortunately, three days ago, he lost this lucrative job.
It wasn't because Yang Han enforced the law impartially and offended some big shot. It wasn't because he met a hoodlum with a powerful background that made him lose his job. It was because the head of the Street Department, Master Li, had taken a fancy to him and wanted to marry his daughter to him.
The head of the Street Department was equivalent to the "captain of the city management". He was a member of the yamen, and people like Yang Han were recruited by the head of the Street Department. Therefore, to be precise, Yang Han was carrying the rice bowl of the head of the Street Department. To be able to become the son-in-law of the head of the Street Department, he must have been blessed by his ancestors.
However, Yang Han was also a smooth and slick person. He was very familiar with the city foxes of Jiankang City and had very good eyes and ears. As for the precious daughter of the head of the Street Department, he understood it better than the head of the Street Department himself. How could he agree to it?
Master Li's daughter was called Li Xiu. She was quite pretty, but she wasn't very decent in the imperial examinations. From what Yang Han had heard, this Miss Li had a few lovers. She even had an abortion for the sake of one of her lovers, a scholar named Mu Si. The two of them were still together, and their relationship was unclear.
As the saying went, one would rather marry a prostitute than an unfaithful one. Yang Han was also a man of ambition. He didn't want to be a scapegoat for that Mu Si and be criticized behind his back, making others laugh at him. Therefore, Yang Han used all his means and didn't hesitate to sully himself, refusing to give in no matter what.
However, he didn't know what was wrong with this Master Li. He didn't understand the logic of forcing a melon to not be sweet and actually used the threat of quitting his job. Yang Han naturally wasn't willing to give in. Therefore, he lost his job. These two days, when the people on the streets mentioned Yang Han who had disappeared, many people couldn't help sighing and feeling sorry for him. They didn't think that he would actually appear in the evening.
There was a restaurant beside the Peach Leaf Ferry. Yang Han walked in and picked a table to sit at. He called out, "Shopkeeper, a bowl of duck blood and vermicelli soup, a tray of crab roe buns, and a jiao of wine!"
Du Xiaoniang, who was wearing an apron, saw it was Yang Han and was delighted. Girls loved to be handsome, who didn't love to see a handsome young man? She and her father took care of the restaurant. Every time Yang Han came, the duck blood and vermicelli soup was full of ingredients and they were even willing to add a spoonful of pepper for him. She immediately agreed crisply and started to busy herself. On the computer side of the fastest update:
Yang Han turned his head and saw Old Fan passing by carrying a load. He hurriedly called out, "Hey! Old Fan, come in, cut me half a tael of lamb and a set of pig pancreas. "
This Old Fan was a person who carried a load and sold cooked food. Yang Han was also familiar with him. When he heard him call him, he immediately plucked up his courage and entered the restaurant. He put down the load and the chopping board on Yang Han's table. He picked up a piece of lamb and started to cut it. As he cut, he said with a smile, "Brother Han, you've found a better job elsewhere. Where are you making a fortune now?"
Yang Han was waiting for him to say this. He looked around proudly and saw that everyone had perked up their ears. He then smiled reservedly, "Not really, not really. I'm just indebted to Jiankang Prefecture's Old Judge Li's appreciation. I'm now a small steward in Li Manor."
Old Fan was shocked and exclaimed, "Aiyo! That's great! The grand chancellor's doorstep is a seventh-ranked official. Brother Han, you're a steward in Old Judge Li's manor. Your status probably won't be lower than Chief Supervisor Li, right? "
Yang Han smiled faintly. It wasn't good for him to flatter himself, but he didn't deny it either. It was obvious that he had tacitly agreed with what he said. In the first place, why else would he be dressed up in flowers with a perfume pouch tied around his waist and appear in such a distinguished manner in the place he used to be in charge of?
Returning home in glory!
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