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At dawn, Song Nian washed and dressed with the help of two obedient maids. In the process, he pretended to accidentally touch Qing'er's chest and pinch Cui'er's buttocks, then slowly left with the two maids blushing.
I thought I had already traveled back to ancient times to escape the life of a corporate slave, but I didn't expect to still have to report for duty at seven in the morning. Song Nian sighed. He no longer went to work in an official sedan chair as he did before. Instead, he left someone to watch over the mansion and leisurely strolled to the Secret Service Bureau.
The Secret Service Bureau was only half a street away from the Song mansion. It would take just the time to drink a cup of tea to walk there. After the commotion at Qujiang Garden last night, he felt that his enemies were lurking in the shadows. He needed to lure them out. The feeling of the Gui Dao given to him was very familiar, as if it was the same as the one used to assassinate someone that day. However, he was not certain yet, afraid of alerting the enemy, so he planned to wait until they revealed themselves.
His ' Director' is a nominal position. It sounds good to supervise the officials and monitor the rivers and lakes, but in fact, he has no official position and relies entirely on the power granted by the royal family. It is equivalent to a temporary official position responsible for specific tasks, rather than a formal civil servant position. Therefore, he is different from those "outer court officials" and does not need to attend the morning court.
There are 3,000 people in the Secret Service Bureau, but only half of them are actually capable of fighting. The remaining half are spies scattered around to gather information. There are twelve team leaders and two deputy commanders within the organization, making it a simplified version of the Jinyiwei.
In theory, Song Nian should have been a eunuch. His first two brothers were eunuchs in the palace, but somehow he was saved from that fate by Qiu Ru'e under the pretext of carrying on the family line. This reason was also approved by the late emperor, after all, Qiu Ru'e had accompanied the late emperor in countless military campaigns and achieved numerous merits, so it would not be right for him to die without leaving any descendants.
When Song Nian arrived at the study, he looked at the piles of documents on the table and felt a severe headache. His daily work consisted of reading the reports sent by spies from various places, to see if there were any signs of rebellion or if certain important figures were going to places they shouldn't or meeting with people they shouldn't.
It's so hard to go through all this messy information, and I still have to arrange for the training of the troops in imperial capital. He knows nothing about training soldiers, so he plans to leave this task to the deputy envoy Chen Hu. Before becoming the Secret Service Bureau, Chen Hu was a figure in the martial arts world, skilled in using a pair of "Water and Fire Imprisoning Dragon Rods," two extremely heavy rods resembling wolf's teeth. He was known as "Flying Tiger" in the martial arts world. Later, he heard rumors about Song Nian and wanted to compare skills, but was defeated by Song Nian. Song Nian thought he was talented and allowed him to stay as a deputy envoy.
There is another deputy envoy who is also from the martial arts world. It is said that he used to associate with his adoptive father. Song Nian only knows his name, Yi Xunfeng, and that he is a lecherous old man. Last time he went to a brothel, he was detained, and it was Chen Hu who went to get him out.
Chen Hu arranged for military training, and then Song Nian went to the arsenal of the Secret Service Bureau and found sleeve arrows. He tied the arrow quiver to his forearm, with the front end close to his wrist, and covered it with his sleeve so that outsiders couldn't notice. He originally wanted to make firearms, but after more than ten years in society, he had already forgotten those chemical formulas. Now he could only find a few sleeve arrows for self-defense.
Although using hidden weapons seemed despicable to those in the martial arts world, his life was more important. He dared not use excessive force now, fearing that he might lose control one day. Anyway, he didn't want to be the "Yumen Yanwang" for the rest of his life. His reputation didn't matter, and after finishing his business and earning enough money, he would disappear without a trace.
When it comes to making money, he still has no clue. After handing everything over to Chen Hu, he left work early and went to Xuande Street to see what kind of business to do and to find a suitable shop.
Xuande Street is the most prosperous street in the imperial capital, with a bustling long street, bustling with people, shops lining both sides, bright signs, and awnings competing to attract the attention of passersby. Vendors along the street are hawking their wares, and the aroma of various snacks fills the air, making passersby salivate.
In the streets and alleys, there is a bustling scene with a constant flow of vehicles and pedestrians. Street performers play music that is pleasing to the ear, while shops selling gold and silver, silk fabrics, and porcelain wares line the streets, creating a dazzling display that could easily overwhelm the senses. The prosperity of this street is no less than that of the modern society in the previous life.
Dressed as a scholar with a folding fan in hand, he strolls through the streets, pretending to be a leisurely scholar. Eventually, he arrives at the Flower and Willow Lane, where the courtesans come out to attract customers. Each of them is exquisitely made up, with delicate features and a charming demeanor. Some lean against the windows, adorned with jingling bells, and lightly open their vermilion lips, like orioles emerging from the valley, causing passersby to stop and stare.
"Sir, come up and play for a while." Suddenly, a woman at the window upstairs coquettishly smiled, extending her jade arm and waving a handkerchief. Song Nian couldn't help but glance at her with worldly eyes. It seemed that there was no law against soliciting prostitutes, and most of the laws were similar to those of the Tang Dynasty in his impression, which made him a little restless.
Song Nian felt a wave in his heart, thinking that this girl looked pretty good. Various images appeared in his mind, and he felt a bit shaken... It was really because he didn't know the taste of flesh after crossing over. And he had teased two maids in the morning, but they were still young, which only fueled his desire even more.
Now he almost feels that he can accept any female creature... He struggled a little in his heart and decided not to visit prostitutes. It's not that he looks down on them; the women of this era are all pitiful. They are pitiful, and Song Nian doesn't want to be associated with that... The hygiene conditions are very unscientific. Although there are no various viruses, some traditional diseases are still quite prevalent. If you catch a bad mood, it's easy to bring trouble into your own home. Song Nian is still very afraid of trouble.
So Song Nian silently endured and continued to walk, not showing any impatient or lecherous behavior. After passing the Flower and Willow Lane, he soon saw the inner city commercial area selling clothes and spices... Many high-ranking officials and nobles live in the inner city, so there are a lot of silk and satin fabrics, as well as many luxury goods, which will not lose their market due to the turmoil in the world.
Suddenly I caught a whiff of fragrance, a delightful scent that intoxicated the senses. I turned to see a spice shop nestled in the bustling market, with an ancient and elegant plaque hanging above the lintel, bearing the three characters "Fragrant Charm Pavilion" in bold and extraordinary calligraphy. Inside the shop, the soft lighting illuminated neatly arranged wooden shelves displaying a variety of spices, each with unique shapes and vibrant colors.
The spices in the shop, whether in fine powder, tough roots and stems, or dried flower petals, all exuded a lingering fragrance that filled the air and intoxicated the senses. Suddenly, Song Nian thought of the two maids at home who dressed modestly. When he had wanted to buy clothes for them before, they had refused, saying that they couldn't wear anything too fancy while working. Now, he decided to buy some spices for them to put in sachets, so that they could enjoy the refreshing scents.
Thinking of this, Song Nian lifted his foot and prepared to go in and take a look. He also thought about what kind of business to do. It seems that no matter what era it is, women's money is the easiest to earn.
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