"I was the one who hurt you before, now let me protect you, even the ends of the earth and the mountains and rivers will be my gift.
—Luo Junchuan (A gentleman’s heart is full of boundless ambition, and it can hold the flow of a hundred rivers. From the poem “Presented to Zhang Duangong” by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty)
"You hurt me, and you were so deliberate in treating me well, how could you just leave like that?
— Gong Chenliang (Auspicious day, auspicious day, the emperor will be happy. From Qu Yuan’s ancient poem “Nine Songs: Donghuang Taiyi”)
Song Nan woke up drowsily, and when he opened his eyes he saw the curtains above his head that exuded an aristocratic atmosphere.
——The reason why it is said to be full of aristocratic atmosphere is simply because there is a night-shining pearl the size of a child's fist embedded on the top of the curtain, which makes the already well-made curtain even more dreamy.
Song Nan groaned, sat up, and looked around.
The years he spent living in the Song family had allowed Song Nan to discern the value of things, but precisely because of this, he was astonished by the extravagance of the owner of the house:
That plain table, if she wasn't mistaken, was probably made of agarwood... Such a large piece of agarwood was used to make a table... Song Nan thought about it and felt that this person must be generous, wealthy, and powerful... (*...*)
And then there was the teapot and water cups on the table. Their exquisite bottles showed off their worth, which they couldn't agree on. Song Nan couldn't bear to drink water from them. You know, these were definitely the top collections of the old man in the Song family. Besides, he wasn't drinking water, he was clearly drinking money, okay?!
Who is such a spendthrift?
As Song Nan was thinking, a maid rushed into her room with her head lowered and knelt at her feet trembling.
The little maid was absolutely terrified, her voice trembling: "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, you woke up in the middle of the night. Is there something wrong?"
Song Nan looked down, and the poor little maid, who was already trembling, trembled even more violently when she felt Song Nan's gaze. Suddenly, her legs went weak and she sat down.
The little maid quickly got up and kowtowed three times to Song Nan, begging for mercy as she kowtowed: "Prime Minister, please spare me, please spare me, I didn't mean to do it, I won't dare to do it again!"
As the little maid spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
Song Nan was given a headache by the noisy sound. She rubbed her temples and said impatiently, "Go down. Don't do it again next time."
The little maidservant seemed not to understand and just stood there staring at Song Nan.
Song Nan waved his hands impatiently: "Go down quickly! Do you want me to repeat it a second time?!"
The little maidservant seemed to wake up from a dream, kowtowed to Song Nan several times, and crawled out of Song Nan's room as if she was being chased by a wild beast.
His head felt heavy, Song Nan rubbed his eyes and lay down again.
"Master, do you want to accept the plot of this world?"
Sanduo's voice appeared in her mind, and Song Nan suddenly remembered the words she heard before she fell into a coma. It seemed that Sanduo was communicating with her in her head.
Song Nan said "hmm" softly.
"Master, you don't have to speak. As long as you think about it in your mind, I can hear it! This seems to be what you said, communicating with spiritual consciousness."
Song Nan ignored it and adjusted her posture, waiting for her first mission to begin.
A large number of memories flooded into Song Nan's mind, and she couldn't help but groan, but fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly.
A minute later, Song Nan began to sort out the memories she received.
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