Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 1 Girl, calm down!
[Give you a chance to travel back to ancient times, choose six from twelve, what would you choose? ]

First: Golden Kidneys (Your flesh will rot in the earth, but your kidneys will last forever.)
Second: Pistol (Unlimited Ammo)

Third: Grenade (unlimited supply)
Fourth: All the famous poems, articles and classics in history (including modern times, which exist in the form of memory and will not be forgotten!)
Fifth: 10 kilograms of high-yield conventional rice, corn, wheat, potato, etc. seeds (can be saved)
Sixth: bulletproof vest (invulnerable to swords and guns)
Seventh: Medicine Box (contains various common medicines and tools, refreshed monthly)
Eighth: Seasoning box (contains thirteen spices, MSG, cooking oil, iodized salt and other common seasonings, refreshed monthly)

Ninth: The formulas for the curved plow, the three-piece cavalry suit, cement, gunpowder, tea-making, wine-making, and papermaking (exist in memory and will not be forgotten.)
Tenth: Women's underwear (including stockings and other sex toys, updated monthly, can make your ancient life colorful.)
11th: Tank (Unlimited Fuel)

12. A beautiful sweet girl (you can do whatever you want)

The smell of disinfectant in the ward was always so pungent. Song Yan lay on the bed, holding his eyelids with difficulty, trying not to fall asleep. His eyes were a little dazed. Although the heating was on in the ward, the indescribable loneliness always made him feel chilly. Three days ago, the little girl in the bed next to him was sent to the emergency room and never came back. He was the only one left in the huge ward.

sleepy!

Ever since he saved a child from the wheel and suffered a serious head injury, he has become extremely sleepy. The doctor said that every time he falls asleep, he may never wake up again, and he may either die or become a vegetable.

He shook his head and looked back at the phone screen. Not long ago, he clicked on a video on TikTok that involved traveling to the end of the world and choosing three out of six. After that, there were more and more similar recommendations. However, others were choosing three out of six, but you were choosing six out of twelve?

Golden Kidney? You have to choose, as it will determine your happy life after traveling through time.

Pistols, grenades, bulletproof vests, tanks...you can choose them all to save your life in critical moments.

A medicine box? A must. With my body, if I caught a cold, with the medical level in ancient times, I would probably die on the spot.

Spice box? You have to choose. Most of the food in ancient times is not suitable for you.

Crop seeds? Required. This is something that can change the times.

Poetry and prose? A must, as this was crucial to whether one could thrive in ancient times. The only ancient poems he could memorize were the common ones. He could barely remember "Song of Water Melody" and couldn't even recite "Song of the Wine." He couldn't even recognize all the characters in "Ode to the Goddess of Luo River."

Women's underwear? You don't have to choose it. The dressing style of ancient women also has its own unique charm.

Sweet girls? You don't have to choose. As long as you can become a big boss like Liu Yong, you can get free sex in brothels and there should be no shortage of girls.

Curved plow, gunpowder, tea-making, winemaking recipe? You don't have to choose one, after all... we can just Baidu it first.

As Song Yan thought about this, he found himself quite greedy and wanted everything.

I was getting more and more sleepy.

After thinking seriously for a long time, Song Yan casually typed a few numbers in the comment section: "Pick, pick, pick. Let me choose every day. If I choose, will you give it to me?"

I turned off TikTok, opened Baidu and typed in "Quyuanli". It wasn't that I thought I could really travel through time, it was just a sudden curiosity.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yan's eyelids had become extremely heavy. The words on the screen seemed to have turned into tiny tadpoles, swimming back and forth. Even with the brightness set to the highest, the screen became gray.

After exhaling slightly, Song Yan slowly closed his eyes.

I'm probably going to die!

Unfortunately, I haven’t seen the Chinese national football team win the World Cup yet.

……

The nineteenth year of Ninghe!
On the banks of the Yiluo River.

The oriole sings in the wutong tree, spreading its wings and gazing at the clear sky; new buds emerge from the mud and the grass turns green, and the warm wind blows through the willows and into the thick shade.

There was a young man by the river, with a slender figure, a face as white as jade, and lips as red as if painted with vermilion. Every glance he had was elegant, and every gesture he made was graceful. Even though he was wearing a coarse linen shirt with patches on top of patches, it could not hide his handsomeness.

"How come the numbers I just casually wrote down are one, four, five, seven, eight, and ten?"

Golden kidneys, poetry books, crop seeds, medicine box, spice box, and women's underwear.

"If only women's underwear could be replaced with guns!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Fifteen years ago, I woke up and traveled to this world. I became the ninth son of Duke Song in Ningping County, Songzhou Prefecture, Ningguo, a newborn baby.

He also changed from Song Yan to Song Yan.

This world also has the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Lao Tzu, Confucius and Mencius, but it was not the Qin Emperor who ultimately unified the world, but the King of Chu. Later, the Xiang family usurped Chu and established the Han Dynasty.

Just like a butterfly flapping its wings, history changed its course.

The Han Dynasty lasted for three hundred years, but then the country collapsed and the Six Barbarians invaded China. The Central Plains fell into darkness for two hundred years, with widespread grief and suffering.

Amidst the chaos, a fierce man emerged, rising from a beggar, driving out the barbarians, ending the troubled times, and establishing the Great Wu.

The Great Wu lasted for more than two hundred years, and the sacred artifact collapsed again, which led to another hundred years of chaos, and eventually evolved into the current situation of the four kingdoms of Ning, Chu, Zhao, and Liang.

There was no prosperous Tang Dynasty, no weak Song Dynasty, and no Li Bai, Du Fu, or Su Dongpo. Relying on the poems and essays that were engraved in his memory, Song Yan believed that he could make a name for himself in this world. If that didn't work out, he could open a restaurant or a clinic and still make a lot of money.

But reality gave Song Yan a heavy blow.

At the age of six, he began his education at the clan school. A single compliment from his teacher resulted in both him and his mother being poisoned without warning that very night. Song Yan, with his strong kidneys and superior detoxification abilities, survived, but his mother became mentally retarded.

At that moment, Song Yan finally understood.

For him, being talented is not a good thing. The more talented he is, the faster he will die.

Some families will carefully cultivate their illegitimate sons who are talented and may become assistants to the legitimate family in the future. However, for the mistress of the Song family, all illegitimate sons are threats to the legitimate family and must be eliminated. After all, she already has eight sons and does not need side branches.

Since then, Song Yan and his mother have lived in a dilapidated courtyard in the backyard of the Duke's Mansion. It can be said that their life there is more like imprisonment. In the past nine years, Song Yan has never stepped out of the courtyard.

During these nine years, Song Yan lived in poverty.

Even the maids and servants lived better than him. They could buy two new sets of clothes a year, but he only had one set every three years. The clothes were too small and could not cover his body, which was really unacceptable, so he just threw him a set of loose old clothes.

In winter, the maids and servants could still use charcoal fires to keep warm, but he could only hide in the corner, curled up in those tattered pieces of cloth, and resist the invasion of the cold wind.

Sad, lamentable, pitiful. Only after being drunk can one know the strength of wine, and only after death can one know the weight of life.

After dying once, Song Yanbi learned that everyone should value life more.

He lived a cautious life. He would never finish his meals in one go. Instead, he would eat a little first, then sit quietly for an hour, and only send the food to his mother after making sure it was okay.

He had even become somewhat accustomed to this kind of life. Although his mother was silly and foolish, her eyes were still gentle when she looked at him.

But just six years ago, when lunch was delivered, my mother, who had been sitting stupidly in the yard, rushed over like crazy, snatched the lunch away, and stuffed it into her mouth in big mouthfuls.

That night, his mother passed away silently. When he woke up in the morning, his body was cold and stiff beside him. Even though she was dead, his mother still held him tightly.

He died suddenly of illness. This was the result of the investigation by the Duke's Mansion.

At that moment, Song Yan felt cold all over, feeling aggrieved, depressed, distressed, hesitant, angry, fearful, and all kinds of emotions surged into his heart, including... hatred.

Why didn't he choose carefully before? If he had a gun, he could kill all the people he hated; if he had a grenade, he could blow the entire Duke's Mansion into pieces; if he had a tank, he could crush the entire Duke's Mansion...

However, there is no if.

My mother was of humble status, just a concubine, and was not qualified to be buried in the Song family's ancestral tomb after her death.

A mass grave, a pit, a straw mat, that's all.

Song Yan knew that it was his turn next.

He wants to survive, but he is alone, has no support, and no power. How can he break the deadlock?

After living in fear and pretending to be crazy for several years, Song Yan was finally allowed to leave the Duke's Mansion, with the reason being... to pay tribute to his deceased mother.

What is coming will eventually come.

Song Yan was a little curious. How would that stepmother get rid of him?
At this moment, Song Yan suddenly heard a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps. His eyelids raised slightly. He did not go to the mass grave, but chose the completely opposite direction. Could it be that he was still caught up by the other party?

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a group of short men wearing gray robes, belts around their waists, and holding Japanese swords, dressed like Japanese ronin.

Song Yan originally thought that these Japanese ronin came to kill him, but he soon discovered something unusual. The Japanese pirates who were usually brutal and cruel, burning, killing and looting in coastal areas, now had panic on their faces. They ran forward at a rapid speed, turning around and looking back from time to time.

It was as if there was some ferocious beast following behind him.

"Shh!"

At this moment, a cold light flashed behind several ronin, and a sharp sword instantly emerged from the neck of one of the ronin, piercing directly from the back of the neck to the throat.

The ronin's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and his body was stiff in place.

laugh!
The sword was drawn and blood splattered.

The ronin's body went limp and he fell to his knees.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-stained long sword was seen shaking in mid-air, accompanied by a sharp sword sound, and drops of blood instantly flew off the sword.

Like a rainstorm falling sideways.

Puff puff puff puff...

A deathly silence followed. If you look closely, you'll notice a tiny hole pierced by blood on each ronin's head.

After three breaths, the bodies of the six ronin fell to the ground!

Horror!
It was not until this moment that Song Yan finally saw the figure behind the ronin. After just one glance, he could not take his eyes off it.

The Luo River is shimmering and the waves are clear!
The girl by the Yiluo River is dressed in white, with a slender and graceful figure; her shoulders are as sharp as a knife, her waist is as slender as a rope; her skin is as white as snow, and her black hair is like a waterfall.

With her face covered by a veil, she looks like a fairy in a painting!

After a long time, Song Yan finally came back to his senses, and then he was excited... He must become my disciple.

Although Song Yan knew that martial arts existed in this world, he had never imagined that the strength of martial arts masters was so terrifying. The blood beads flying off the sword could pierce through the skull.

If I could become this woman's disciple and learn a few skills from her, I might have the capital to make a living in this world.

Song Yan felt a surge of heat in his heart, and immediately clasped his hands together and said loudly, "Miss..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of white before his eyes, and a fragrant breeze blew towards him. The girl, who was originally more than ten meters away, now appeared in front of Song Yan. The closer he looked, the clearer her skin became. Her skin was as delicate as cream, and her pores were almost invisible.

She smells great.

Inadvertently, Song Yan saw the girl's eyes. Her pair of black pupils were slightly flushed, her eyes were charming, and her breathing was rapid... Her burning eyes stared at Song Yan, as if there was something on Song Yan that attracted her.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this girl was poisoned by some weird poison?
Odd*combination*scatter?
Before Song Yan could ask anything, a slender hand had already landed on his shoulder. Song Yan felt his body tremble violently. The girl in white grabbed his shoulder and slipped into a cave not far away.

Wait, what's this development?
I am planning to take you as my teacher, right?

Hiss...the sound of cloth tearing.

The white thick pants fluttered like snowflakes, and the long legs were round like pillars and crystal clear like jade!
"Girl, calm down..."

Blinking his eyes, Song Yan said this, but before he could finish his sentence, a fragrant breeze blew on his face and his lips were blocked.

Even through the veil, I can still feel the softness of her cherry lips.

……

At this moment, the crabapple blossoms are filled with white dew and the peach blossoms are welcoming the spring breeze.

That tremor was like the fragrant sweat sticking to the hair, and the hazy starry eyes accompanied by the singing of swallows.

Chapter 1, new author’s new book, please collect it


(End of this chapter)