In the Ming Dynasty 1498, my restaurant connects two worlds.

Chapter 126 Welcome to the Ming Dynasty

Continuing his journey from the service area, Song Xiaoyi habitually turned on the car radio, only to find it was FM 97.5, playing an electronic dance track with an explosive rhythm.

"What kind of monster is this?!" Zhang Mengjin drew his sword again and slashed at the trumpet above and to the side.

"No, no, no... don't be nervous!" Song Xiaoyi frantically turned off the radio. "This is... fairy music, for entertainment, damn it—this is really something—"

Wen Zhengming, however, shook his head thoughtfully as the music started, remarking, "Although the sound is noisy, the rhythm is well-structured, resembling the lingering charm of the Hu Xuan dance."

Zhu'er turned her head and looked at Zhang Mengjin wielding his sword and Wen Zhengming shaking his head. She couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her shoulders swayed back and forth, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Song Xiaoyi drove on and off, turning what should have been a six-hour journey into a twelve-hour drive. As night fell, the van finally entered the Beijing city area.

As dusk settled on Chang'an Avenue, Song Xiaoyi was stopped by a traffic policeman...

Song Xiaoyi was dumbfounded; traffic was restricted today!

Call and ask for more people...

While waiting for reinforcements, Qiu Ying pressed her face against the car window, her nose slightly flattened, her eyes wide open, reflecting the dazzling neon lights outside, and murmured, "Is this the Heavenly Palace?"

"This is the capital of the Immortal Realm." They were finally approaching Donghua Gate, and Song Xiaoyi felt a bit teasing again.

Fifteen minutes later, the problem was finally resolved, and the bread truck continued on its way.

The van drove past the Forbidden City, its red walls and golden tiles appearing exceptionally enchanting under the streetlights.

"The Forbidden City!" Wen Zhengming exclaimed excitedly.

"Brother Wenbi, have you been to the capital?"

"I came here with my father in the sixth year of the Hongzhi reign."

Outside Donghua Gate, Mr. Shan and Mr. Wu were already waiting at the entrance.

Song Xiaoyi didn't get out of the car, nor did he turn off the engine. He beckoned to Old Shan through the driver's side window and said in a low voice, "This is the car I mentioned before—"

"Okay, drive right in."

Everyone got off the car. "This really is the Forbidden City!"

"The Imperial Palace!"

"Stop talking and follow me. Shifu, come to your uncle. And you, Mengjin, don't keep drawing that broken sword of yours so easily—" Song Xiaoyi was most afraid of these two clowns, so he pulled Zhang Mengjin and Xiao Qiuying to his side.

The group of eleven walked back to Donghua Gate, where Elder Shan and Elder Wu came to greet them. Elder Wu first bowed to "Ancestor" Wu Yunqiu, and then greeted several people he knew.

"Hello, Mr. Wu!" Finally seeing someone she recognized, Zhu'er waited until Mr. Wu had finished greeting everyone before taking his arm. "So you know all these people?"

"hehe----"

On the other side, Song Xiaoyi pulled Old Shan aside, "With so many people, how are we going to get in? Have you made arrangements?"

"It's all arranged. The back door is open. We'll each take a few people and go in batches."

"Alright. Shifu, Mengjin, and Miaolan, let's go first."

Including Mr. Shan and Mr. Wu, a total of thirteen people arrived at the courtyard.

"Mr. Shan, this passage will need to be dismantled after we take people there in a bit," Song Xiaoyi said to Mr. Shan in a private room. "But there's a 30-day cooling-off period between dismantling and rebuilding this passage. Please calculate the time carefully; after 30 days..."

It's about 7 o'clock now. Let's meet at the Crown Prince's residence, which is your resting room.

"Okay, I understand. In these 30 days, Lao Wu and I will do some research and prepare supplies for you."

"Yes, there's also the internal auction. I've already registered it with National A. You and Mr. Wu should remember to do the pre-auction promotion as we agreed beforehand."

"If you can't open the gate for 30 days, how are you going to get the rails and carriages you need?"

"There's no rush over there. The East Garden is too big, and renovations in the Ming Dynasty are very slow. As long as the track location is preserved, laying it later won't be a problem. But for your Forbidden City, will the cover-up plan be approved?"

"No problem, I've reported it truthfully, and they said they understand—"

"Including the Yongle Encyclopedia and the Tongdao Pass?"

"It only involves the Yongle Encyclopedia. But your access won't be kept secret for long."

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"I know, actually—"

Suddenly, several melodious bird calls came from outside the courtyard.

"Mr. Shan, please wait a moment. The people from National A are here. I'll go open the door."

Sure enough, eighteen strong young men dressed in Ming Dynasty attire, led by Wu Huai, some climbed over the wall and others sneaked in through the back door. Once inside the courtyard, they immediately rushed into the main hall. The 18 men were disciplined and did not utter a single word.

"No—Brother Huai, what's this—you're also planning to—go over there?"

"I'm not leading the team; you can't command this reinforced platoon. Besides, the leader gave me a mission to experience it firsthand, and I have to report back truthfully."

"Okay, you're the best, it saves me a lot of trouble."

"Old Shan, you see? It's not a matter of not being able to hide it for long, but rather that I've given up on hiding it altogether. If it weren't for the limit on the number of people, there would be far more than this many people here."

"So, you're saying I can do whatever I want in my lounge?"

"Not really, but at least we can't let tourists know the truth."

This trip will take a month, so there are many things I need to explain to Elder Wu and Elder Shan, and I also need Elder Wu to keep an eye on what's happening at Taoye Ferry.

Song Xiaoyi also greeted Wu Huai, reminding him that nothing could go wrong at Taoye Ferry.

They chatted on and on until after 8 p.m., when Song Xiaoyi finally pulled Zhu'er aside and said, "You told your aunt, right? We're going to a secret location to film a movie; there might be no cell phone signal there."

"Don't worry, I told you so. It's too late to remind you now, it's already half a year too late."

"Then you should give your phone to Old Wu." After saying this, Song Xiaoyi handed his own phone to Old Wu as well, since he was familiar with Uncle Cao...

Fatty Cao and He Dayu still need this phone to contact each other.

"Are you really going to confiscate their phones?? What about theirs? And theirs too—"

"None of them brought their cell phones."

"Okay—what place is so mysterious?"

"That place is indeed a mysterious place, very mysterious—"

"Let's go. Is everyone ready? Brother Huai, are your men alright?"

"no problem!"

"Alright, follow me, let's go!"

"No, Xiao Yi, is that all?"

Wu Huai brought up the rear and was the last to pass through the teleportation channel. After seeing Wu Huai emerge, Song Xiaoyi called for Lao Song to retract the temporary channel. Wu Huai nervously closed his eyes as he entered, but when he opened them, he found himself still in the same room.

"Is this all? Where else do you want to go?"

"No—no—"

"Why don't you go outside and take a look before you speak?"

Wu Huai and several soldiers curiously pushed open the door and stepped out of the bedroom. The courtyard was the same, but the scenery was completely different!

It's snowing again in the capital of the Ming Dynasty!

"How can there be such a thick layer of snow?!"

"What! Snow?!" It was Pearl's voice. "It really is snowing! Such thick snow! Where are we?"

"Hasn't it snowed in the capital?"

Pearl finally realized something was wrong. She went outside and saw that the snow was waist-deep. She turned back inside and found Song Xiaoyi, grabbing his arm and asking loudly, "Brother Xiaoyi! Where are we?"

Don't panic.

"Welcome everyone to the twelfth year of the Hongzhi reign of the Ming Dynasty!"