Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 1 This Knife is Gentle

“Nunu was born in the north and has always heard that southerners are elegant and refined. Now that I have met a gentleman, I find him to be indeed handsome and elegant.

Although I am a humble servant, I would like to recommend myself to you. If I can spend one night with you, I will be satisfied!"

Wugu Lun Yingge's face was full of tenderness and she walked slowly towards Yang Yuan while speaking in a very seductive tone.

She was in her prime, with her hair in braids and a bun, and a ruby ​​heart-shaped pendant on her forehead.

A few small braids hang playfully on her shoulders, her eyes are like lacquer, her lips are as bright as rouge, her skin is as white as fresh snow, her nose is small and her lips are upturned, she is full of aggression.

She was wearing a lake green jacket with narrow sleeves and brocade edges, and a pair of silver-white underpants, which showed off her graceful figure.

She was not wearing shoes or socks. Her slender, nail-painted feet walked in a straight line like a cat on the soft carpet.

The swaying waist thus has a moving rhythm, three parts deliberate and seven parts natural.

Because it is three parts deliberate, it reveals a kind of immaturity that a girl deliberately does. Because it is seven parts natural, it further highlights the natural capital of a beauty.

Yang Yuan took a few steps back cautiously until his body touched the incense table behind him.

Yang Yuan had no choice but to stop after knocking a few citron fruits from the lacquer tray to the ground.

Yang Yuan didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in what this little girl from the Jin Kingdom said.

Where did he get his handsomeness and elegance from? He looks like this now?

A straw hat, a short brown shirt, a wrinkled sweat towel and a bamboo water bottle tied around the waist!

He was wearing a pair of crotchless trousers, leggings with billowing waves, and a pair of straw sandals that were about to unravel...

Although he does look good, this appearance has nothing to do with being elegant, refined, handsome and romantic.

There must be a trick! But what does this Jin noble lady want from him? He is just a takeaway boy.

That’s right, there was already some takeout business during the Song Dynasty.

The only difference is that ordering takeout at this time is called "suohuan", and the delivery guy is called "xianhan".

Yang Yuan took this business order from Houshi Street in Lin'an City and delivered it all the way to the foot of Gaoting Mountain. Is the girl planning to pay off her debt with sex?
That doesn't make sense. This is the Banjing Inn, an inn specially built to host envoys from the Jin Dynasty.

Just from the horseshoe-legged incense table that he is supporting with one hand, one can tell that the owner of this place is of noble status.

The incense table has three compartments, high, medium and low. In the lower compartment is placed an exquisite rattan jar with a few seasonal flowers randomly inserted in it.

In the middle was a lacquer plate containing a dozen juicy citron fruits.

At the top was an exquisite little incense burner, with animal smoke rising from it.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, every stool, table, and desk are made of golden nanmu with beautiful texture and gorgeous color.

Phoebe nanmu has been widely used by dignitaries in furniture making since the Song Dynasty.

Although Banjingguan was an inn specially built by the Song Dynasty court to receive envoys from the Jin Dynasty, the owner of this room must be an important member of the Jin Dynasty's diplomatic delegation since it could use such expensive and exquisite furniture.

Would she be so hungry as to fall in love with a lazy man who was just sending "sou huan"? She was not a Japanese woman who came to the Song Dynasty to be a child.

Any man with a bit of common sense would not believe in the pie that falls from the sky, even if this pie is particularly bright and dazzling.

What's more, Yang Yuan came to this era by accident from the 21st century more than a year ago.

In Yang Yuan's original world, he was a crisis public relations officer at Youqiu Media. After just over a year in the industry, he had already made a name for himself and was highly regarded by his boss.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the careful guidance of his master.

His master is Yan Min, who is six years older than him. She is the top gold medal public relations officer of "Youqiu Media" and an elegant and intellectual urban beauty.

With Sister Min's dedicated teaching, Yang Yuan has also been around and seen a lot of things, so how could he be seduced by such clumsy and immature means?

As Yingge said these embarrassing lines, a blush appeared on her white jade-like face.

It was so shameful to imitate the lines in the Song Dynasty vernacular novels. If Yang Yuan was not going to be a dead man soon, she really couldn't open her mouth.

"Hehe, my dear, don't hide. I just want to spend a night with you, not eat you."

Yingge pointed a finger at Yang Yuan's chest coquettishly.

The girls in Song State all modestly called themselves "Nujia", and "Nu Nu" was an affectionate self-proclaimed name used in situations where they were acting coquettishly or foolishly.

Yingge has studied Chinese studies in depth, she understands.

Because of Yang Yuan's retreat, Yingge became more courageous. She placed a soft hand on Yang Yuan's shoulder and breathed sweetly:
"It's May, and the weather in the south is already very hot. I have prepared some fragrant water. Little Master, go take a bath first, okay?"

Wugu Lun Yingge pouted to the side.

Next to it is a screen with a marble relief of a lotus pattern, and there is a faint mist rising from behind the screen.

From this angle, you can also see a corner of the oval bathtub sticking out from the side of the screen.

Yang Yuan raised the lacquered food box in his hand and said, "My dear, I am just a messenger. I am not a messenger!"

Wugu Lun Yingge was amused by Yang Yuan and laughed. She tilted her head and looked at him like a bird.

Below the ingot-shaped earlobes, the pair of small and exquisite golden acorn earrings jumped lively on her shawl braids because of this action.

"My dear young master, you are too honest. You are not as brave as Nunu. Isn't Nunu beautiful enough?"

Wugu Lun Yingge winked at Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan increasingly felt that there was a big conspiracy hidden in this.

Banjingguan was an important place for entertaining envoys from the Jin Dynasty. Logically speaking, a leisurely person like him was not allowed to enter.

When he sent "Suohuan", he only wanted to send him to the gate of Banjing Hall.

Unexpectedly, they were led by a little maid named A'man, and the Song soldiers guarding the gate did not dare to stop them.

He actually got here and met this girl who was pretending to be a nymphomaniac.

Although Yang Yuan was not clear about her purpose, he instinctively felt that a huge crisis was about to happen.

"Miss, please respect yourself. I..."

Before Yang Yuan finished speaking, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside: "Girl, girl, the little prince is coming."

It was her voice, that of Ah Man, the little maid who had led him here. Yang Yuan immediately recognized her identity from the voice of the person who was calling out. Wu Gulun Yingge was immediately anxious. What about a woman chasing a man? The words of the Song people were all lies. She was so shameless, but this stinky man didn't take the bait!
Wugu Lun Yingge was furious. She took a step forward suddenly, raised her hand, and her green sleeves fell down. The boot knife she held behind her wrist appeared and was placed on Yang Yuan's neck.

"If you, a lazy man, were to be tempted by my beauty, I would have no regrets even if I died. But you refuse to be fooled!"

The knife hit Yang Yuan's cheek. Yingge sneered, "You are just an ant. Why do you have to struggle?"

"Ants should accept their fate? Miss, haven't you heard that when a common man gets angry, blood will splatter five feet. If this blood is the blood of an emperor, then is a common man still an ant?"

Yang Yuan calmly asked back: "But I don't understand, I have no grudge against the young lady, why do you want to kill me?"

Yang Yuan didn't think the girl in front of him was joking. Although there was no murderous intent in the girl's eyes, there was a hint of indifference towards life.

She really... didn't care about Yang Yuan's life.

It has been more than a year since Yang Yuan came to this era. Now it is the 24th year of Shaoxing, and Zhao Gou is the emperor.

Based on what Yang Yuan had seen and heard over the past year, he was very clear that for the nobles of the Jin Dynasty, which was still a slave country, the concept they had been taught since childhood was that slaves were not considered human beings at all.

In their eyes, the Song people were no different from their slaves.

Because he was sure that the Jin woman in front of him was serious, Yang Yuan became calmer.

In dealing with countless crisis events, he has long understood one thing: the more critical the situation, the calmer one should be.

Otherwise, you may miss your only chance to turn the tables.

"No, no, no, I won't kill you!"

Wugu Lun Yingge smiled: "I won't kill you myself. The people who want to kill you will be here soon, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise I don't mind doing it myself."

She got me here by ordering takeout, and there were at least seven or eight idle men delivering the call in Qingshi Lane.

In other words, this "I" is random, as long as it is a man, she does not have a clear goal.

She said she wasn't the one who was going to kill me, but if I tried to resist or run away, she wouldn't mind doing it herself.

She wanted to use her sex appeal to seduce me into taking a bath. Obviously, if I was bathing when the little prince Ah Man mentioned came, it would be more favorable to her...

Yang Yuan quickly sorted out a few key points from the limited information, and then made the most reasonable inference:
"Are you trying to fabricate a scandal to taint yourself, young lady?
Could it be that the little prince is the person you want to get rid of but can't?
Could it be that the young lady has an unhappy engagement with him?"

When Yang Yuan saw Wugun Yingge’s eyes suddenly widen, he knew that he had guessed right.

Yang Yuan's mind raced as he immediately lowered his voice. Although the situation was urgent, his voice was still clear and deep.

Psychologically speaking, such voices are more convincing.

"Girl, you killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred of your own, how will this benefit your reputation?

Besides, wouldn't you feel guilty for taking the life of an innocent person?

From then on, I felt guilty, lost my appetite, and became depressed..."

Wu Gulun Yingge's red lips twitched slightly at what he said: "It's not... it doesn't have to be that serious..."

"How can it not be serious? After all, you are such a kind girl."

This... Yingge felt that it was a bit difficult to refute what he said, so she had to remain silent.

Yang Yuan continued, “What’s more, even if you achieve your goal, your reputation will be ruined.

With such a bad reputation, would your parents be furious?
If you meet a man you really like in the future, how will you feel comfortable expressing your feelings to him?"

"Well……"

Wugu Lun Yingge frowned at what he said. She understood the logic of what Yang Yuan said.

But...if she doesn't take drastic measures, she has no hope of breaking off the engagement with the Wanyan family. What can she do?
She is also desperate!

Yang Yuan struck while the iron was hot and said, "Actually, young lady, you don't have to use this method that will hurt both sides. I can help you."

Wugu Lun Yingge looked at Yang Yuan suspiciously: "You?"

Yang Yuan puffed out his chest slightly: "Yes! It's me! To be honest, Youqiu Media, the gold medal PR, it's me!"

Wu Gulun Yingge asked doubtfully: "What media, what public relations?"

"That's not important. You just need to know that besides being a food delivery guy, I also have another identity, the guide of the Youqiu Division."

Yingge's eyes suddenly narrowed, and there was a hint of murderous intent in her eyes: "Are you a secret spy from the Song Kingdom?"

The tip of the knife at my throat tightened and a stinging sensation spread across my skin.

Yang Yuan quickly explained: "Miss, you misunderstood. Youqiusi is a gangster organization that specializes in helping people get rid of disasters and troubles for money."

"Don't scare me!" Yingge sneered.

Yang Yuan said: "Every word I said is true. I can really help you. I have a way to make you achieve your goal without having to defile yourself."

"Really? What can you do?" Ugun Yingge began to doubt.

At this time, the anxious voice of the little maid Ah Man came from outside the door: "Miss, I saw the little prince, he is about to enter our yard."

"Ah Man, follow the plan!"

Wugu Lun Yingge gave an order to the outside, then looked at Yang Yuan: "I'm sorry, it's too late."

"It's still in time!" Yang Zhi suddenly raised a finger and pushed the boot knife on his neck outwards.

The blade of the boot knife was very sharp. Although Yingge had no time to use force, the sharp blade cut Yang Yuan's fingertips.

Yingge shouted, "What are you doing?"

Yang Yuan did not answer. He turned around and rushed to Miss Yingge's embroidered couch. From the half-lifted curtain, Yang Yuan saw a handkerchief next to the embroidered pillow.

Because Yang Yuan threw himself onto the bed, Wugun Yingge, who thought he was going to escape, failed to stop him. She froze in place and stared at Yang Yuan in a daze.

Yang Yuan rushed to the embroidered couch and grabbed the snow-blue double-sided orchid embroidered handkerchief beside the pillow.

Then, he quickly smeared the blood on his fingertips on the snow-blue handkerchief.

Then, Yang Yuan turned around and raised the bloodstained handkerchief in his hand towards Ying Ge, his eyes curved into two beautiful arcs...

(End of this chapter)