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"Ah!" Shi Jin exclaimed as he sat up, drenched in cold sweat. He clutched his chest, feeling the stabbing pain in his heart gradually fading. "This is bizarre, why is it this dream again, and so vivid."
Lately, he has been troubled by this recurring dream, and at this moment, he still feels the icy chill of the bullet piercing his heart. Being killed every day is really not a good experience. He went to the hospital and the doctor said it was due to his high level of stress.
The pressure of farting is great. In times of peace, what pressure can a junior staff officer without any authority have? I took some medicine, but it didn't seem to have any effect. "Shi Jin, Shi Xiu, Lady Hou, three great gods, can you help me get a good night's sleep?"
He muttered to himself and wanted to get up to drink some water. When he reached out to turn on the light, he touched something. With a clang, the object fell to the ground.
He muttered a curse under his breath, "ill fortune."
Suddenly, a faint light rose in the darkness, revealing some vague images in the room.
"Hmm?" Shi Jin was puzzled, looking around suspiciously.
No, this is not my bedroom, right?
There was a sound at the door, and the light suddenly turned on, causing Shi Jin to squint.
A woman entered carrying a lantern.
He suddenly widened his eyes.
The woman was dressed in a green robe and a flowing skirt, with her hair styled in double buns, wearing ancient-style clothing.
"Is this... a dream within a dream?"
He furrowed his brow and closed his eyes.
Footsteps approached the bed and stopped, a rich fragrance wafting into his nostrils.
Is this really a dream? I can even taste it in my dream.
Then a soft voice sounded, "Darling, it's time to take your medicine!"
Shi Jin felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but open his eyes to look at the woman.
The girl is not very old, probably around sixteen or seventeen, and she is beautiful. At the moment, she is holding a bowl and bending over to look at it. Shi Jin cannot see what's in the bowl, but he can smell the scent of Chinese medicine.
Shi Jin His eyes lingered on her ample chest as he suddenly asked, "Beauty, is your surname Pan?"
The spring was bright and beautiful, with bustling pedestrians and a carriage slowly making its way through the crowd.
"Darling, who exactly is Mrs Pan?"
Shi Jin turned his gaze back from outside the car and glanced at the woman beside him.
The beauty is not surnamed Pan, and the darling is not surnamed Wu.
This is his personal maid, Dujian, the big-breasted girl from last night. After a night of nonsensical conversation, Shi Jin quickly realized the fact that he had traveled through time. It wasn't a historical journey; he had entered a book, becoming Shi Jin from Water Margin, the Nine-pattern Dragon.
Mom's disapproval, no wonder she keeps appearing in my dreams every few days. Maybe this is where our relationship should end.
Dujian I'm very curious about the beautiful woman with the surname Pan mentioned by Shi Jin last night, and I asked Shi Jin several times.
"Oh, she's nobody. I was just teasing you yesterday!"
Shi Jin casually replied, "Pan Jinlian shouldn't have married Wu Dalang yet."
"Hmph! I don't believe you! It must be the girl from Nuan Yuge. I'm going to tell Madam that you're not behaving!" Dujian scolded him with a stern face.
Shi Jin smiled bitterly in his heart. After absorbing the memories of the original owner, he naturally knew where the Nuan Yu Ge was located, a well-known brothel in Bianliang City. Yes, this is Bianliang City in the East, not Shi Family Village.
Shi Jin ended up here because of his mother, who hasn't been angered by him yet. His mother's family is in Bianliang, and this time she brought Shi Jin to visit relatives. After the country bumpkin Shi Jin arrived in the capital, he was instigated by several cousins to sneak off to a brothel, where he caught a cold, much to his mother's extreme displeasure.
Shi Jin gave a few light coughs, immediately causing Dujian to change his expression and gently pat his back.
"Master, you should go back quickly! I can go get the medicine by myself."
In the morning, Dujian was going to the pharmacy to get medicine, and Shi Jin was eager to learn about the local customs and practices at this time, so he naturally insisted on going together.
Dujian can't stop, so I called a car, and the two of us went together. Shi Jin shook his head and said, "It's okay, the house is too stuffy." As he spoke, he took her hand.
Dujian Her pretty face blushed slightly, and she gently struggled a bit. Seeing him holding her tightly, she let him be.
Shi Jin is the only son. She has been by Shi Jin's side since she was eight years old, being raised as the head maid.
The two of them were already close, and in the past two years, their bodies have developed even more, with a prominent front and a raised back. Shi Jin has also entered adolescence, and she seems more eager by the day, not knowing when she will be married off.
Shi Jin smiled slightly, caressing Dujian's delicate hand. The old society is truly wicked, but I like it!
The world at present is different from the world in books and even from history, starting with the mismatched timeline.
At this time, it is the eighth year of the Yuanfu era. According to the timeline, Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, should have already ascended the throne, but Emperor Zhezong is still alive and well, and Zhao Ji is still just King Duan. The country is peaceful, and the Great Song's national strength is strong, so even the small bandits are not a threat. However, Emperor Zhezong still has no son, only a daughter.
This situation really makes Shi Jin scratch his head.
Rebellion, did he get his head stuck in the door?
He is now Shi Jin, the young master of Shijiazhuang, the son of a landlord, a typical rich second generation with a family fortune. He belongs to the ruling class.
Isn't rebellion going to bring trouble upon himself? Only a naive fool from a book would act that way, burning down his own foundation in one go and ending up with nothing.
"Bad ghost scholar should stay away!" Shi Jin cursed Zhu Wu in his heart, muttering to himself.
Will the catastrophe of the Jingkang Incident still happen twenty years later?
Maybe I can go to the south earlier, after all, there are still several hundred years of Southern Song Dynasty to come.
"What bad scholar? Are you talking about the young master?" Dujian asked with big eyes blinking.
Since last night, Dujian has felt that the young master seems a little off, acting strangely.
"Ah, they count too," Shi Jin said vaguely. Those kids aren't good people either, using him as an ATM. As a result, Shi Jin got a nickname, but he's still a tender young chicken. "Good! Good!"
A shout interrupted Shi Jin's thoughts as he raised his eyes to look outside. The carriage had reached the vicinity of the Great Xiangguo Temple, where it was becoming increasingly lively. He saw a crowd gathered ahead, with a man performing tricks with a stick in the center.
Shi JinSpirit lifted, focused gaze.
I saw that man, although thin, wielded the stick with great spirit.
As he moved and turned, the stick seemed to come alive like a monstrous python, creating a strong wind.
Another person joined in the fun, walking around the perimeter holding a candle. From time to time, the man would use the tip of a stick to extinguish the flame, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
Dujian Seeing him so engrossed, I knew his temperament, and it seemed he wouldn't budge from that spot.
She looked up and saw that the pharmacy was not far away, so she said, "Dalong, you watch over here, I'll go get the medicine."
Shi Jin nodded, and the two got off the car. Dujian went to the pharmacy to get the medicine, while Shi Jin walked to the edge of the crowd to watch the stick play.
The man in the field was playing very hard, and the cheers were endless. Shi Jin watched for a while but was a little distracted.
The original owner was obsessed with martial arts. He started practicing at the age of seven and had exceptional talent. Although only fourteen years old, he already had some skill and insight. Coupled with his youthful vigor and love for fighting, he had gained some reputation in the village. This time, when he returned to Bianliang, claiming to visit relatives, he actually beat up a dandy from a county town. The man had some background, so his stepmother was afraid he would cause trouble again and sent him to visit relatives to avoid trouble.
The person in front of me may be making a scene, but he's still a cut below. Seeing this, Shi Jin couldn't help but feel a little bored. "It's just a lot of empty show."
He shook his head and murmured softly to himself. Thinking that he still needed to inquire about the whereabouts of his master, Wang Jin, it would be good to see him early. "This gentleman has keen eyesight, he must also be a martial artist!"
A steady voice suddenly sounded beside me.
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