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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? West Lake Broken Bridge, strange and treacherous. Love is tied by a thread. The truth is just inches away.
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Chapter 001: Returning to Home in Glory
Southern Song Dynasty, Qi Kingdom, 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, moving 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 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. Judging from 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, traveling under the moonlight, and their crisp laughter, it was obvious that they were like sisters.
The girl in the middle was Qiantang's number one dancer, Su Yaoyao. The girls in white and green were her maids, 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. On the computer side://
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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. In a panic, he 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.
"Aiyo!" The three girls in the carriage were caught off guard and almost fell out of the carriage because of the sudden stop. Luckily, the three of them were squeezed together. Although the three girls' bodies were light, how wide could an oil wall carriage be? Hence, 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, it would ruin their beautiful faces.
"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 Qing Ting followed. The three of them stood on 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.
A huge golden wheel-like object that looked like a heavenly king was circling in the sky. The dazzling light came from it.
It swayed in the air as though it had no strength 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 driver, Old Huang, cried out in surprise. He rolled off the carriage like a lazy donkey and dove into the bottom of the carriage.
However, Su Yaoyao, Bai Su, and Qing Ting couldn't dodge 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 sky. A few places in the distance were set on fire and smoke rose. The night returned to its cold state as it quietly shone on the three beautiful bodies. Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The night dew was sparkling and translucent. The grass was like a carpet, the pine trees were like a canopy, and the path was silent.
The oil wall carriage stopped and the two horses snorted in a daze 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 Bridge, a young man waved a small fan and slowly walked over. Many passers-by 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 a beautiful rose by his temples. It complemented his handsome face and made him look a little devilish. However, there was no helping it. This was the custom of the Song Dynasty. From the emperor to the commoners, as long as one was a man, they liked to wear flowers.
The young man in front of them was tall and had delicate eyes. Even when he wasn't smiling, there was a slight smile on his face. He was very likable. His pair of black and shiny eyebrows made his eyes look particularly spirited and lively. He seemed to be able to talk as he looked around. He was different from those men who were covered in oil and had to wear flowers. When young women saw him, they couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
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 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 control, price inspection, industrial and commercial law enforcement, greening and cleaning, and dealing with 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. 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 was eloquent, alert, 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, 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 generations. In other dynasties, the lives of commoners were far inferior.
Therefore, Yang Han, a little urban management of the Song Dynasty's Jiankang City, lived a very interesting life. Unfortunately, three days ago, he lost this fat job.
It wasn't that Yang Han was impartial in his enforcement of the law and offended a big shot. It also wasn't that he met a scoundrel with a strong background and couldn't continue working. 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 department was equivalent to the "Captain of the Town Security 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 more precise, Yang Han was the head of the department. To be able to become the Master Li's son-in-law, 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's fox and rat society in Jiankang City, and his eyes and ears were very well-informed. He knew the Master Li's precious daughter better than the Master Li himself, so 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 marry a red apricot over the wall. Yang Han was also an ambitious man. He didn't want to be a scapegoat for that surnamed Mu and be criticized behind his back. Therefore, Yang Han used all his means and didn't hesitate to sully himself. He refused to give in no matter what.
But this Master Li didn't know what was wrong with his brain. He didn't understand the principle that forced melons won't be sweet. He actually threatened to resign from his job. Yang Han naturally refused to give in, so he lost his job. These two days, when the people on the street mentioned the missing Yang Han, many people couldn't help but sigh and feel sorry for him. They didn't 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 steamed 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 handsome young men? 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.
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 someone who carried a pole and sold cooked food. Yang Han was also 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 was waiting for him to say this. He arrogantly glanced around and saw that everyone was listening attentively. Only then did he smile reservedly. "Not really, not really. I'm just 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 and 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 up like a flower with a flower 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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