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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? The West Lake Broken Bridge was full of mysteries. Love connected by a thread. The truth was just inches away.
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Chapter 001: Returning to Home in Glory
Nan 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, galloping lightly on a small road in the countryside of Jiangnan. There was a pair of lanterns 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 thin veil and a driver sat in front of the carriage holding the reins. The moonlight was like water, illuminating the ground and not making it dark. 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 swayed 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 only see her slender neck like an elegant swan.
The girl on the left was in white, and the girl on the right was in 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 like sisters.
The girl in the middle was Su Yaoyao, the number one dancer in Qiantang. The girls in green and white to her left and right were her maids, Bai Su and Qingting. The three women 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 scholars and beauties. (first, domain name (please remember _ three))
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All of a sudden, the frosty night changed from a cold, pale white to a golden light, as if a sun that had been sealed for thousands of 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. In a panic, he hastily pulled on the reins. The two horses were abruptly reined in by him, and reared up on their hind legs. Their four big hooves heavily smashed onto the ground with a "pa" sound, and abruptly stopped the carriage. Starter
"Aiyo!" The three young 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 young girls' bodies were light, how wide could an oil wall carriage be? Therefore, they didn't roll out of the carriage. It was fine if they fell and messed up their hair, but if they were to choke on their faces, then it would ruin their beautiful faces that made people feel pity for them.
"Old Huang, what's going on?"
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 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. That dazzling light was emitted from it.
It swayed in the air as though it couldn't support itself. All of a sudden, the golden wheel-like object exploded. The huge shockwave 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 under the carriage.
However, Su Yaoyao, Bai Su, and Qingting couldn't dodge in time. The golden light passed through their bodies. The three beautiful girls swayed and fell to the ground.
The golden light disappeared, and so did the golden wheel in the sky. A few fires lit up near and far, and smoke rose into the air. The night returned to its cold state as the light 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 for Qinhuai. Beside the Peach Leaf Ferry, a young man waved a small fan and walked over slowly. 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 pair of 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 young man in front of him was tall and handsome. Even when he wasn't smiling, there was a slight smile on his face. It was slightly upturned, making him 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's name was Yang Han. Three days ago, he was a member of the Nanjing Street Department of the Song Dynasty. The Street Department was in charge of the streets of the city. Its functions and status were similar to the urban management of later generations. However, the urban management of the Song Dynasty had a lot of functions. It was almost a combination of patrolling, environmental protection, taxation, fire protection, price inspection, industrial and commercial law enforcement, greening and cleaning, and dealing with illegal road occupations.
Those who could do this were either ruffians like Niu Er, who could control people. Or they were slick and slick. When the wind blew, they were alert and clever. However, when they really had to fight with people, they had to have a good fist. Not only could they bend and stretch, but they 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 had good martial arts. Although he was a commoner at the bottom of society, the three hundred years of the Song Dynasty were the best and wealthiest dynasty among all the dynasties.
If you didn't have the ambition to become a Marquis or conquer the world, and wanted to be a commoner, or if you only had the ability to be a commoner, then you were born in the Song Dynasty. You had cultivated merit for several lifetimes. In other dynasties, the lives of commoners were far inferior.
Therefore, Yang Han, a little urban management officer in the Song Dynasty's Jiankang City, lived a good life. Unfortunately, three days ago, he lost this fat job.
It wasn't that Yang Han was impartially enforcing the law and offended some big shot. It wasn't that he ran into some ruffian with a strong background and couldn't do it. It was because the head of the Street Department, Master Li, took 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 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 ancestral grave.
However, Yang Han was also a smooth and slick person. He was very familiar with the city's foxes and rats. He was very well-informed. Regarding this precious daughter of the head of the Department, he knew better than the head of the Department himself. How could he agree?
Master Li's daughter was called Li Xiu. She was born beautiful, but she didn't behave properly in the imperial examinations. 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, one would rather marry a prostitute and live a good life than marry an unfaithful lover. Yang Han was also an ambitious man. He didn't want to be a scapegoat for that person surnamed Mu. He would be ridiculed by others behind his back. Therefore, Yang Han used all his tricks and didn't hesitate to sully himself. He was unwilling 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 position. Yang Han naturally refused to submit, so he lost his job. These two days, when people on the street mentioned Yang Han's disappearance, many people couldn't help but sigh. They felt sorry for him, but they didn't expect him to 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 love pretty boys. Who didn't love 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 a spoonful of pepper for him. She immediately agreed in a crisp voice and got busy. Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Yang Han turned his head and saw Old Fan passing by with a load. 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 load 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 carrying 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 was waiting for him to say this. He arrogantly glanced around. Seeing that everyone was listening attentively, he smiled reservedly. "Not really, not really. It's just that I'm indebted to our Jiankang Prefecture's magistrate Master 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-rank official in front of the Prime Minister's door. Brother Han, you're now a steward in Magistrate Master Li's Estate. I'm afraid your status isn't lower than Head Li's, right? "
Yang Han smiled faintly. It wasn't good for him to flatter himself, but he didn't deny it either. 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?
He was returning home in glory!
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