Sou Fan Jin: O Esplendor da Dinastia Ming Após a Aprovação no Exame Imperial
“Ontem, carruagens luxuosas e cavalos de raça; hoje, campos de milho ao vento do outono. Quem é forte ou fraco, tudo acaba em vão, marionetes manipuladas no teatro... Jamais poderia imaginar, após uma bebedeira, que acabaria por atravessar para a dinastia Ming do romance ‘Histórias dos Literatos’. E ainda me tornar o próprio Fan Jin, depois de passar nos exames imperiais! Diante deste mundo estranho, Fan Jing sentiu-se tomado por uma mistura de emoções. Daqui para frente, será que devo viver com modéstia e serenidade, como uma nuvem errante, explorando quantas formas existem para escrever o caractere de ‘funcho’, Ou trilhar um caminho árduo até o topo, levando uma lâmpada eterna para iluminar os passos das gerações futuras...”
Sou Fan Jin: O Esplendor da Dinastia Ming Após a Aprovação no Exame Imperial
“Master Fan, hurry back! Congratulations on passing the provincial exam! The whole house is buzzing with the news!”
The voice echoed in his ears, pulling Fan Jing back to reality.
He raised his hand to wipe his dry eyes and looked down, only to find a scraggly old hen cradled in his arms.
Instinctively, Fan Jing tightened his grip.
He felt as if he were holding a bundle of dry sticks—far from comfortable.
A closer look revealed the hen’s eyes were dull and weary, carrying a world-weariness in their gaze.
Even its clucking was low and sorrowful, like a starving refugee whispering in despair.
Its feathers were dull and lifeless, without a hint of sheen; the small, bead-like eyes held a faint glimmer of relief.
Fan Jing scanned his surroundings and was struck as if by lightning.
“What place is this?”
If he guessed correctly, he was standing in a market in ancient times.
People bustled about—laborers, peddlers, and merchants shouting and hawking their wares in a continuous cacophony.
What on earth was going on?
Fan Jing clasped his head, a throbbing hangover making him groan in pain.
Then, memories flooded in, forcefully invading his mind and churning rapidly.
Like a film playing frame by frame, Fan Jing glimpsed the memories of the original owner.
He swallowed hard.
I am a real estate businessman from a provincial city in the twenty-first century, once riding the wave of fortune, only to be mercilessly cast down when the tide turned.
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