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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 mystery. A bizarre murder case had sent an affectionate young miss who was blinded by love and a cold and proud young maid to him. Were they really innocent people who were involved in this? The West Lake Broken Bridge was full of mysteries. Fate was tied by a thread. The truth was just inches away.
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Chapter 001: Returning Home in Glory
Southern Song Dynasty, Qi Kingdom, Qiantang, Xiling Bridge. First
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 Jiangnan's countryside. 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 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 as 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 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.
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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.
"Aiyo!" The three girls in the carriage were caught off guard. They 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 Qingting also 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 under 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.
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 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 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 in Qinhuai. Beside the Peach Leaf Ferry, a young man waved a small fan and walked over slowly. 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-neck 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 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 wasn't smiling, there was a slight smile on his face. It was slightly upturned and 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 Subdistrict Department of the Song Dynasty. The Subdistrict Department was in charge of the city streets. Its functions and status were similar to the urban management of 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, greenery and cleaning, and handling illegal road occupations.
Those who could do this were either scoundrels like Niu Er, who could control people, or smooth and slick, 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 was eloquent, alert, and had good kung fu. 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 and 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 and offended a big shot. It wasn't that he met a scoundrel with a background and couldn't continue working. It was because the head of the Subdistrict Department, Master Li, had taken a fancy to him and wanted to marry his daughter to him. Translator: Timothy _ Editor: GlobeGlotter
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 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. He was very well-informed. He knew the head of the department's precious daughter 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 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 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 was unwilling to give in no matter what.
However, he didn't know what was wrong with this Master Li's brain. He didn't understand the principle that forcefully twisted melons won't be sweet. He actually threatened to resign from his job. Yang Han naturally refused to give in. 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 Yang Han, she was happy. Girls love pretty boys. Who didn't love to see a handsome young man? She and her father took care of this shop. Every time Yang Han came, the duck blood and vermicelli soup was 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 load. 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 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 shop. 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 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 our Peace Building Manor's magistrate, Master Li, for recognizing me. 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, you're now a steward in the magistrate Master Li's estate. I'm afraid your status isn't lower than Li Zongsi's, right? "
Yang Han smiled faintly. It wasn't good for him to flatter himself. However, 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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