In the sixteenth year of Jiading in the Southern Song Dynasty, on the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lin'an City, Long live Lane, the Duke of Ji State's Mansion.
At that time, Emperor Zhao Kuo of the Southern Song Dynasty was in the late period of his reign. Ninety-six years had passed since the disgrace of Jingkang and the Song Dynasty's migration to the south.
It was around midnight, when my hypersensitive nerves suddenly started to tremble. I lifted my heavy head from the pillow. Half asleep and half awake, I subconsciously spread my arms, only to encounter the smooth...
"ah……"
Zhao Hong was shocked and turned his head. A snow-white woman's body came into view next to him. She had a slender waist and long legs like jade pillars. The thin bed sheet only covered the buttocks and above...
This is really heart-pounding...
This is where?
what's going on?
No, no! Isn't he teaching in the northwest? How could he appear in a woman's bed?
There is no air conditioning in the room, and I don’t know why it’s not hot?
This is an extremely hot year in the history of the world. Rivers and lakes have dried up and fires are frequent. How can we be so comfortable in a reinforced concrete metropolis?
He recovered his thoughts and looked around. The room was at least one hundred and eighty square meters. With the weak candlelight, he could see that all the furniture and decorations were...
Understated luxury!
The furniture is antique, elegant and upright, the porcelain and lacquerware are pure in color, uncarved, simple and elegant, even the carpet is in light color, and is surprisingly harmonious with the landscape paintings on the wall.
Zhao Hong, who has lived in two generations, looked at everything in front of him in amazement. He covered his lower body with the quilt and tiptoed out of bed. He came across the extremely delicate and smooth nanmu dressing table beside the wall. The face reflected in the antique bronze mirror made him feel frightened and disappointed.
He is really so young, this can't be a fake face, right?
Although I don’t have the abdominal muscles of later generations, my skin is firm and I look ten years younger.
Is this a gift from God, or is he blind?
Is this him?
"Your Highness, are you going to court? It's still early!"
The woman spoke authentic Suzhou dialect, but was extremely kind. Hearing this made Zhao Hong's heart beat with fear, and sweat flowed down his face.
He went to university in Jiangnan, and several of his classmates were from Suzhou and Hangzhou, so he understood most of the Suzhou-Hangzhou dialect.
Your Highness?
Or Dian Xia?
Suddenly, the big yellow cat lying lazily in the corner of the room stood up, looked at Zhao Hong with wide yellow eyes, and called out "meow".
Zhao Hong was startled, took a step back, tripped over the low stool behind him, and sat down on the ground with a pop.
Fortunately, the tapestry was thick enough so my butt didn't bloom.
"Your Highness!"
Almost at the same time, someone shouted in the room and at the door.
The woman on the bed got out of the bed, picked up some clothes, and quickly caught up with her.
"Your Highness, why are you so careless?"
The beauty on the bed said, and together with the two young women who entered the room dressed as maids, they dressed the naked Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong remained motionless and allowed the other party to dress him. He was very embarrassed but could not refuse.
This kind of extravagant and lustful enjoyment surprised him and was...exciting.
How could they dress themselves in the middle of the night?
Are you going out?
The sound of "chirping" sounded, and Zhao Hong looked up in surprise. It turned out that there were more than a dozen kinds of birds raised in cages, hanging on the thin brocade frame.
There are several small colorful woven cages, and inside they seem to be...crickets!
What kind of playboy is this? He still plays with these things?
"Your Highness, why did you get up so early? Are you going to court?"
The beauty asked while dressing Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong nodded and said nothing.
He didn't dare to speak, for fear that if he spoke, he would make a joke.
Your Highness should not be Dian Xia, so what is the purpose of going to court?
Is he a prince of a certain dynasty?
The beauty is naked, with a snow-white body, uneven body shape, a white and charming face, and her whole body is full of primitive temptation. She can be said to be a natural beauty.
Zhao Hong's nosebleed was almost dripping.
Even though he knew that the other party had ulterior motives, Zhao Hong couldn't help but look up and down, feasting his eyes.
As for food and sex, no one is an expert outside the world of mortals. They can be pure and have as few desires as possible.
What's more, he's still... his pillow partner.
"Your Highness, as a noble official, God will protect you. You don't have to worry too much."
Thinking that Zhao Hong was worried about the health of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the beauty added another sentence.
"In the past few years, the health of the officials of the Great Song Dynasty has become worse and worse. No one knows which day it will..."
Official? Ninety-five Supreme?
Zhao Hong was secretly surprised and understood a lot.
Only the Song Dynasty was called "official family". Only then did he realize that he might have traveled to the Song Dynasty, but he didn't know if it was the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty?
Zhao Hong suppressed the shock in his heart, quickly put on his clothes, sat at the table, and looked at himself in the mirror.
He has a young and handsome face, a black hard-winged headdress, a round collar and big sleeves, a jade belt around his waist, and black satin boots. He is gentle and elegant.
He pinched his cheeks, tugged at the bun at his temples, twisted his arms, and slapped himself hard, all kinds of self-abuse, the pain was so painful that he woke up.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
The beauty asked suspiciously, and both she and the maid looked at Zhao Hong in surprise.
"Give me a glass of red...a glass of water!"
Under the self-abuse, Zhao Hong wanted to laugh and laughed loudly.
Is this really worn? Or was God playing a joke on him?
Whoever can defeat the years will be the winner of destiny.
Out of tune with reality, worthless and impoverished, he actually returned to his youth and became... a powerful man born in Rome!
There was no water, but a glass of wine was placed in front of me. Zhao Hong picked it up, tasted it for a few times, and then drank it all in one gulp.
The wine tastes sweet, slightly fruity and aromatic, and seems to be fruit wine.
Even this wine glass is warm and delicate, and it is indeed an antique.
No one would joke with him like that. Sure enough, he had entered the door of rebirth.
Song Zhi is enchanting, but unfortunately has a big belly and frivolous feet. His rich net worth and frail body have already made his neighbors in the north salivate.
well! Who are you?
"Your Highness, the time has come and it's time to go to court."
A man's voice sounded outside the door. He seemed young and a little...serious.
"Li Tang, when His Highness is ready, he will naturally call you!"
Zhao Hong was stunned. Before he could speak, the beauty frowned and opened her mouth.
What a domineering... mistress!
The beauty spoke, but the people outside the door stopped urging and fell silent.
"Your Highness, remember to return home early after going to court."
The beautiful woman squeezed Zhao Hong's shoulders, lay on his back, pressed her face against Zhao Hong's, and whispered softly.
"What, you can't bear to leave me?"
There was a beautiful woman beside him, with a warm and fragrant soft jade. Zhao Hong unconsciously picked it up a little bit and touched the beautiful woman's smooth and slender hand. The sultry feeling in his bones was unconsciously exposed.
"Your Highness, you are so bad!"
The beauty whispered softly, and Zhao Hong pulled his arm. The beauty's face turned red, she was unsteady, and she fell into Zhao Hong's arms. She hugged Zhao Hong's neck and kissed Zhao Hong.
This advantage would not be taken advantage of, so Zhao Hong was in a daze and began to kiss the beautiful woman passionately.
The two beautiful maids next to him looked at her with blushing faces.
This pervert, Your Highness, is too explicit and getting more and more slutty!
"Are you two also in love?"
Zhao Hong let go of the beauty and laughed.
If you continue to linger, you may lose control and finish your homework, but miss going to court.
Subconsciously, he felt weak. It seems that the original owner's private life was too decadent and he was a little weak.
Your body is your capital, you have to cultivate your character and exercise your body well.
Can't this time traveler "not go to court early"?
"Your Highness, it's almost the fourth watch."
Li Tang's voice sounded outside the door.
"knew!"
Zhao Hong arranged his official uniform and stepped forward. He took a few steps and then stopped.
"Put all the birds and crickets away in the room. When I come back, I... Your Highness doesn't want to see a small animal!"
Birds belong to nature, and you spend your youth playing with crickets. What kind of degenerate youth is this?
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The beauty looked at Zhao Hong in surprise, then nodded quickly and replied.
At this time, she had already put on her clothes, and her breasts were half exposed, so the temptation should not be too great.
Zhao Hong didn't dare to delay anymore, he didn't want to miss the morning court time.
As soon as you travel through time, you have to enter the palace to meet the king, participate in national meetings, and discuss world affairs, which is really direct and exciting.
Now, he was eager to know, who was he and what era was this?
Zhao Hong walked out of the room, and it was still dark outside. With the light emitted by the lantern, he glanced at the thin white snow on the ground, took a breath of fresh air, and shook his head slightly.
Fresh air seems to always be a benefit for travelers.
"Your Highness!"
In the darkness outside the door, a man in his twenties, wearing a round collar and black clothes, saluted Zhao Hong with his fists clasped. Seeing that he had a long sword hanging on his waist and a straight figure, he must be a martial artist.
This should be the guard named Li Tang.
Look at the guards next to him. Although they don't have helmets or armor, they are also dressed in black and have long swords hanging from their waists. They are very energetic.
"Li Tang, you guys, let me give you a test. Who can tell me which year of the Song Dynasty this is? What big things happened? If you tell me well, I will reward you."
Zhao Hong quickly found a very naive and direct reason to help him understand the current environment he was in more quickly.
"Your Highness, this year is the end of Gui Dynasty, the sixteenth year of Jiading, the new emperor of Jin Kingdom ascended the throne, and Song Jingang ended seven consecutive years of war."
After Li Tang frowned, he said to another tall and burly young guard next to him:
"Xu Sheng, come and tell His Highness what other major events will happen this year?"
Xu Sheng scratched his head and smiled, a little embarrassed.
It seems that this young guard is a bit shy and should be an honest person.
"Your Highness, for me, this is a big deal if you can become the prince and emperor as soon as possible and no longer have to suffer from the sullenness of Shi Miyuan's treacherous prime minister!"
Xu Sheng said it with an awkward smile.
In the 16th year of Jiading...Shi Miyuan...
Zhao Hong was startled and nodded subconsciously.
What the hell!
After a hangover, he unexpectedly came to this great era of great success in the middle and late Southern Song Dynasty!
In the 16th year of Jiading, 1223 AD, 96 years of the 152-year history of the Southern Song Dynasty have passed, and they are about to die.
At this time, under the rule of Zhao Kuo, Ningzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, the treacherous Prime Minister Shi Miyuan was in power, and the Southern Song Dynasty was in decline. "The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou." I'm afraid the reality is worse than this.
In the north, the Mongolian cavalry under Genghis Khan captured the city and was invincible. Xixia was on the verge of national annihilation and dying; the Jin Dynasty was driven to the south of the Yellow River and Shaanxi by the Mongolian cavalry, and was only a few years away from national subjugation and annihilation.
The Southern Song Dynasty suffered from many disadvantages and was barely surviving. As the sun set, it was about to usher in a hundred years of darkness and the fall of the Han nation.
And he was the dandy prince in the Song Dynasty royal family who was about to collapse the edifice of the Southern Song Dynasty.
According to his historical knowledge, he was also the only prince of the Song Dynasty Emperor Zhao Kuo.
He majored in history at a second-rate college and taught in the border area, which actually helped him understand this era.
Is this a mistake, or is it just bad luck?
"Li...Tang, it seems that your family gave you this name because they admired Li Tang's glory."
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and walked forward.
Li Tang, Li Yuan, Li Shimin, and Li Longji's prosperous Tang Dynasty around 120 years ago, and more than half of the rest were nonsense.
"Going back to Your Highness, my father was once a military staff member of Xin Qiji and Xin Jiaxuan. During the Kaixi Northern Expedition, the king's division was defeated, and Taishi Han Kanzhou was killed. He sent a letter to the Jin Dynasty. Xin Gong died in depression, and my father passed away not long after. Villain I was ignorant when I was young, but when I grow up I realize my father’s painstaking efforts.”
Li Tang replied softly, his brows still furrowed.
In the past, this prince never asked about such trivial matters. He was aloof and pure, and never looked down upon his subordinates.
what is it today? It doesn't seem to smell or taste right.
"Li Tang, your father is truly a loyal man."
Zhao Hong sighed sincerely.
Those who are concerned about the country and the people still have some conscience.
"Li Tang, and the rest of them, how long have you been with me?"
Zhao Hong looked at the dark surroundings and asked softly.
Shi Miyuan, a beautiful undercover agent, a civet cat for a prince, death and fame...
At this time, he no longer believed anyone, and he dared not trust anyone anymore.
"Your Highness, it has been three years since His Highness was named the prince in the thirteenth year of Jiading, and the little people have been following His Highness!"
Li Tang replied expressionlessly, glancing at the bedroom behind him unconsciously.
"Three years is not a short time!"
Zhao Hong nodded, raised his head and looked at the night sky, sighing secretly in his heart.
No need to ask, he 100% traveled through time.
[The history of the late Southern Song Dynasty inevitably involves various ethnic groups in China. This book only narrates that period of history, historical events, love and hatred, and does not mean any offense. Thanks. 】
