It’s just early summer, and even after a rain, it’s still a little hot.

The bluestone road in Zihua Lane looked oily. In a small courtyard of a family at the bottom of the alley, a young scholar looked up at the sky in a daze.

Two months ago, Zhao Ping'an took time to take a nap while working, but he didn't expect that he would wake up in a dream and be in Changzhou, Northern Song Dynasty.

My thinking is my own, but what impressed me most at that time was that my hands were smaller.

I watched the reflection in the big water tank many times. The past self no longer exists. No matter how you look at it, I am a young ancient scholar who can be called beautiful. I am about eighteen. Thin is thin. The only thing I like is that "his" has delicate eyebrows, clear eyes, and a kind of likable aura.

At that time, Zhao Ping'an was anxious and had the idea of ​​wearing back the porcelain and calligraphy and paintings in the house until all the hope was shattered later.

After experiencing the early stage of extreme discomfort, since I haven't collapsed, I have to return to the key to survival.

Now Zhao Ping'an forces himself to calm down and observe at all times, trying his best to adapt to this strange and lazy Northern Song Dynasty time.

I dare not go to the riverside anymore. The ancient city outside was different from the ones I thought about. It was always full of dangers and I couldn’t find any good things.

The last time I was chased and bitten by a half-big wild dog, I couldn't beat it. Before jumping into the river and running for life, I was bitten by it on the foot.

This caused the world to feel very desolate during those days, and I was uncertain whether I would die of rabies.

What is known at present is that both parents die without relatives and no reason, and this small courtyard has a juren.

But the rice is really gone, and today's supper has not yet been settled.

"It's impossible to go back. If you plan to stop making trouble, then let's just do it."

After talking to the sky, Zhao Ping'an, who had the nap habit for the time being, slept on the recliner in the yard.

I almost felt itchy nose.

I woke up and saw that it was the little girl who turned five months ago and was teasing her with a feather next to her.

"Brother Ping'an has been sleeping again. I wonder if he can tell Baoer a story today?"

The body of this Northern Song scholar was also called Zhao Ping'an.

In addition, from the time I went through it, this little girl loved to come and listen to stories.

Zhao Ping'an was too lazy to ask why. Anyway, this cute little girl is very cute and she can't use up too many stories in her head, so she continues the tradition of telling her every day.

She loves to listen to any story, but she loves "White Snake" and "Zhao Zilong" the most.

This little girl occasionally has a conscience. Once, when Zhao Ping'an was taking a nap in the yard, it started to rain lightly, so she ran back to get a flower oil umbrella and supported it next to her. Zhao Ping'an deliberately slept for a long time, but she lasted for a long time.

Later, the little girl said, "I was afraid that Brother Ping'an would not sleep enough and his brain would not be clear and the story he told was not good."

What is said is true.

Once, I didn't sleep enough, and when I was unhappy, I told a rather abused story. The little girl burst into tears after hearing this.

The little girl's voice was very crisp: "Brother Ping'an always wears a mask and is lying flat here to bask in the sun. Is it just like Bao Longxin in the story, and only puts a 'blue sky mark' on his forehead, and does not want his whole face to turn black charcoal?"

Zhao Ping'an sat up and stretched his body, took off his mask and said, "Yes, Xiao Lingling, you have a good understanding, what do you want to hear today."

The little bell was the nickname Zhao Ping'an gave her, because there was always a bell tied around her neck and would ring everywhere.

It is true that you have achieved a very good level, but you can't control it so much, just call it easy.

Xiao Lingdang said: "There are seven or eight stories I have listened to now. Every story is always updated when it comes to the critical moment, so Baoer doesn't know what to listen to."

Whenever she is unsure of her mind, she will have a 90% chance of choosing Snake White. So Zhao Ping'an directly started talking about Snake White...

After listening to the story, Xiao Lingling was called back to have dinner.

Zhao Ping'an continued to be hungry, and for the time being, he had to think of a way to make a living.

The bad thing is that the body cannot do physical work. For the time being, I am not familiar with Wuwen, have no connections, and it is difficult to find teaching.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open again, and two men with knives walked in, wearing the clothes of a yamen officer.

They walked along the courtyard and observed.

One of the messengers said, "Zhao Ping'an, come with us and find you if you have something to do."

It doesn't seem to be able to refuse. In addition, Zhao Ping'an believes that as long as he is not arrested and locked up, he should be able to have free dinner at this time.

"Then let's go."

Get up and walk out...

The street scenes of the Northern Song Dynasty are considered to be wonders in ancient cities.

Changzhou is located in a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River. Even when it is approaching the evening, the streets are still bustling.

"Come and take a look, the newly arrived Tokyo hottest product."

"Don't miss it, please stay here, this little lady."

Various hawking sounds are coming and going in the street market. Whenever a young lady stops, the servants in the cloth shop will come out to take the initiative to attract customers.

There was actually a woman selling cat food under the big green tree in front of her.

There is also a thief-headed monk begging for alms.

Zhao Ping'an has no intention of appreciating these for the time being...

I went further and further away, and finally left the city. It also rained a lot, causing it to be wet in an instant.

It’s useless to worry now. Since I haven’t turned around and walked away when there are many people in the street market, I can only keep cautious and keep moving forward.

The reason why they are willing to go out of the city is that even if they want to fool people to take the blame, they are unlikely to find a registered juren in the county government, which is illogical.

"Go quickly, what are you going to do!"

The two policemen didn't have rain gear and seemed increasingly impatient.

While Zhao Ping'an speeding up, he also paid attention to important information along the way, including direction and other important information.

I continued to turn a few turns in the woods, and my eyes suddenly became clear.

A manor hidden in the forest appeared in front of you, and the red bricks and green tiles were the characteristics of authentic Song Dynasty wealthy families.

At the same time, there were many people outside the mansion, messing in the rain, and most of them seemed to be in the county government team?

"Bold madman, go quickly, you can't run away this time!"

Someone went there with a disheveled young man. He looked at each other in a hurry, and Zhao Ping'an felt that his emotions were strange.

Another coroner-like man directed the corpse-like object to the ox cart and left.

Is it still a worrying thing? This is obviously a dead crime scene?

So what does it mean to find "this body"?

Zhao Ping'an was not very panicked at the moment, but his expression became strange and hesitated: If he ran away now, he would not know what the consequences would be.
Chapter completed!