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Magnificent Mountains and Rivers
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Daqian First year of Tianlong, spring, Youzhou, Taihe District
The sound of metal and leather rang out on the noisy street, and people looked up one after another. They saw a small group of imperial guards wearing silver scale armor, holding long spears to escort a magnificent official sedan. This lineup must be for someone of great wealth and status. Indeed, as soon as the person in the sedan was seen, everyone quickly moved to the side of the road, bowing respectfully.
"It's Song Nian," a voice in the crowd on the roadside said. Upon hearing this name, the noisy street suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere became tense, not daring to make a sound.
In the official sedan, there was a handsome young man with a sword-like brow, starry eyes, and a straight nose, as fair as a jade tree in the wind. He was dressed in a dark night-colored martial attire, exuding an imposing air. The attire was embroidered with gold and silver threads in the shape of fierce beasts, adding to his unparalleled nobility. He was holding a fan and appeared to be a carefree young noble, lightly closing his eyes as if meditating.
Three days ago, at midnight, in the wild burial mounds on the outskirts of Youzhou, a few old pine trees stood among the desolate graves. The branches were withered and twisted, resembling ghostly hands reaching out. After circling in the sky for a few rounds, a crow landed on a raised burial mound. The soil looked fresh, as if it had just been buried.
At a certain moment, the crow foraging on the grave suddenly startled, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.
Only to see the soil on the grave move, and five pale fingers stretched out from the ground. A figure slowly rose from the soil, dressed in tattered clothes, covered in dust, with a pale face like paper, hollow and lifeless eyes. He stood up slowly, as winter had just passed and the late spring night was still cold. The breath he exhaled carried a white mist, proving that he was very much alive.
Chen Qiang Looking at the surrounding scene, it feels like a graveyard.
Am I dead?
Have I become a ghost?
Chen Qiang quickly pinched his own face, feeling the pain, then turned around to look at his shadow in the moonlight!
False alarm, thankfully still alive!
Later, Chen Qiang became angry: "I was just having an appendectomy, how could these unscrupulous doctors bury me alive!"
Then he was startled because he realized that the voice he heard was not his own. He was already in his thirties, but the voice sounded like that of an eighteen-year-old boy.
He touched his body again, feeling strong and solid muscles. Although he often went to the gym, he knew that he hadn't reached the point of having an eight-pack abs.
Did he travel through time? Did he just have appendicitis and farted himself?
When the thought crossed his mind, Chen Qiang felt a little dazed. In his mind, a scene emerged: Under the dusk, a tall figure stood before him, dressed in night clothes with a masked face, only revealing eyes that glinted with cold light. In his hand, he held a gleaming long knife, pointing it at himself and saying, "Song Nian, your body is weak and powerless. Why struggle? Rest assured, I will give you a quick death and bury you in a good feng shui spot."
I saw the person across from me wielding a long knife, swinging it towards Song Nian. Song Nian tried to resist, but the soft energy in his body had dissipated, leaving him with no strength to raise his hands. He could only watch helplessly as the long knife pierced through him.
Night fell, silent and still. Song Nian lay in a pool of blood, eyes wide open, filled with defiance and anger, refusing to close in death.
Chen Qiang woke up, touched his body, and opened his clothes. His skin was as smooth as jade without any wounds, but he felt restless in his heart, as if there was pent-up resentment, like the frost of late autumn, condensed and unyielding.
He knew that this resentment was accumulated from his past life, filled with unwillingness and indignation at being killed by someone. He covered his heart and said, "Today, borrowing your body, I will be reborn. From now on, I am you. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely find the mastermind behind the scenes and avenge you. I hope you can rest in peace under the nine springs!" After speaking, Song Nian touched his head. Although he didn't know if this oath would be effective, the resentment in his heart was somewhat alleviated.
"Song Director, Song Director."
The calls from outside the sedan chair brought Song Nian back to reality. He pulled open the curtain to look outside and saw a burly man with a beard riding a horse, bowing respectfully to him and saying, "Song Director, we have arrived at the destination." He recognized this man as Chen Hu, a lackey of his predecessor at the Secret Service Bureau.
Secret Service Bureau is a department established by the late emperor to supervise the officials and oversee the martial arts world. The current Secret Service Bureau is Song Nian, known as the "Jade-Faced King of Hell." His martial arts skills are extraordinary, but he is cold and seems to have no friends, so he has many enemies and is quite detested.
Song Nian sighed helplessly. He originally thought that even without any special abilities after crossing over, he would be fine, but he kept being hated. For the sake of his safety, after finishing his tasks, he planned to live in seclusion, write poetry, brew wine, produce perfume, earn money, and marry a beautiful wife, which would be better than being a spy leader.
After getting out of the sedan, Song Nian looked at the magnificent mansion in front of him and couldn't help but feel amazed. It was his first time coming here. The grand archway had a golden sign that read " the Qiu mansion," and imposing guards surrounded the area, all displaying the nobility of the mansion's owner.
Accompanied by the guards, Song Nian arrived at the front of the mansion. He didn't intend to make such a grand entrance, but he felt uneasy without a few lackeys. He used to think that his martial arts skills made him invincible, but then he got taken down by a surprise attack.
As soon as he arrived, the guard outside bowed and opened the door for him, saying, " eunuch has been waiting inside for a long time. He said that when Director arrives, he should go to the study to find him for an important matter."
Song Nian nodded and said, "Okay, lead the way."
Qiu Ru'e, Song Nian's adoptive father, previously Song Nian inquired about his adoptive father and learned that he was a eunuch who served the late emperor, accompanying him in battles and contributing to the establishment of the country. After the founding of the country, he was granted the title of Duke of Nanhai, making him the only eunuch to receive such an honor in Daqian and earning him great respect. Feeling that his family's legacy would go unfulfilled, he took in three adoptive sons, with Song Nian being the youngest and hence called Song San.
Approaching the study, Song Nian gestured for the guards to step back, then knocked on the door. A deep, resonant voice from inside said, "Come in."
Song Nian It's still the first time I've seen my nominal adoptive father. His hair is streaked with white, but his body is strong and imposing. Standing at over eight feet tall with a waist that can be embraced, he resembles an ancient pine tree as he stands at the writing desk, holding a brush to write. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't seem like a eunuch.
"San'er, you're here. Come, come, take a look at how father's calligraphy is coming along." Qiu Ru'e Upon seeing Song Nian enter, a kind smile appeared on his face. Who would have thought that such an old man was the most trusted eunuch by the late emperor, capable of shaking the court to its core with a single move.
Song Nian leaned over and looked at the characters on the table, praising, "As graceful as flowing clouds and water, as powerful as penetrating through paper, each character is like a precious gem, truly awe-inspiring." Song Nian spoke the truth, Qiu Ru'e was born with a pen in hand, so his calligraphy is definitely exceptional.
Qiu Ru'e sat upright in his chair, calm and composed, lightly holding a teacup. The water in the cup was full but not overflowing, his hand moved as if playing a musical instrument, lightly tapping the edge of the cup. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, it disappeared without a trace, without a sound, only the sound of a droplet falling.
Song Nian I was originally reading, but suddenly my whole body shivered, and my body reflexively lowered my head. I only heard a swoosh behind my head, and a drop of water hit the wall, leaving a small dent.
Song Nian looked incredulously at Qiu Ru'e, but Qiu Ru'e didn't care. He sighed and said, "You never used to understand flattery. Since you were assassinated, Father feels like you've become a different person. If it weren't for this reaction, Father would think you've been replaced."
Song Nian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He had crossed over from another time and didn't know anything about the habits and personality of his previous self. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and narrowly escaped being killed by the eunuch. It seemed that he would have to be more careful in the future, make more mistakes, and speak less.
Qiu Ru'e picked up a cup of tea and looked at Song Nian, asking, "San'er, do you know why I called you here today?"
"I don't know, child."
"Today I called you here to arrange your marriage."
"Oh...huh??" Song Nian looked at Qiu Ru'e in astonishment and asked, "Marriage? With whom?"
"Present Your Majesty," Qiu Ru'e took a sip of tea and casually replied, "In the early years of the late emperor's military campaigns, five princes either died in battle or were killed by enemies. When the late emperor passed away, there was only one daughter to inherit the throne. However, as the emperor is still young, just turned eighteen, and has not yet been married, the court officials suggested that Your Majesty choose a man to assist and accompany you. A week from now, a marriage will be arranged. As your father saw that you and I are of similar age, he took the liberty of signing you up."
Song Nian has already stirred up a storm in his heart. He had originally planned to resolve his grievances and then make a fortune in obscurity, but instead, he finds himself drifting further and further away. Moreover, he knows that in history, the only female Empress, Wu Zetian, had countless male favorites. If he were to marry the female Empress, then even Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf would have to make a cartoon about him.
"What? You don't want to?" Qiu Ru'e looked at Song Nian's expression and raised an eyebrow slightly. "You're not getting any younger. It's time to settle down and establish a career."
"No, the child is not unwilling," Song Nian hurriedly said, "It's just that as a humble warrior, what virtues and abilities do I have to dare to marry into the royal family?"
Qiu Ru'e smiled and said, "Don't belittle yourself. Your literary and martial skills are outstanding, and your appearance and temperament are also unparalleled."
"But..." Song Nian was about to speak when Qiu Ru'e shot him a glance, causing him to Yan'er the rest of his words.
Qiu Ru'e held a teacup and chattered on: "In the eyes of outsiders, my father's power is overwhelming, but it is only built on the foundation of the royal family. Compared to those deeply rooted and centuries-old aristocratic families, it's just a drop in the bucket. This time, Your Majesty is seeking a marriage alliance, and you must go all out. With the support of the royal family, we will have more confidence compared to those big families."
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