In the seventh year of Xianchun in the Southern Song Dynasty, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, coinciding with the Lantern Festival.

In the city of Lin'an, the lanterns are colorful, the crowds are crowded, the sedan chair and horses are like dragons, and the prosperous and lively scene is like the prosperous Taiping Chang'an.

Compared with the crowds in the city, there are not many people outside the city, and the eleven city gates are the most popular inside and outside the city gates, especially at the Qiantang Gate, Yongjin Gate, Qingbo Gate, and Qianhu Gate.

This is because from these four gates, you can reach the world-famous West Lake, which is also the favorite place of Lin'an residents.

The magnificent scenery in the lake around the lake is like clouds, and the crowds are surging.

On the surface of the West Lake, there are also countless flower boats decorated with lanterns, and the literati and artists on the boats are chatting and composing poems, and the sound of seeking pleasure is endless.

Some people are happy, some are sad, some people are happy, some people are worried.

The sorrowful man is none other than Cheng Xiaohao, a modern youth from the 21st century.

"I'm definitely dreaming!"

Standing under a row of weeping willows on the shore of the West Lake, Cheng Xiaohao stared at the flower boats coming and going on the lake like a fool.

He could never have imagined that such a thing would happen when he went to a cultural fair.

He actually crossed over!

A cold wind hit, Cheng Xiaohao instantly felt that he had fallen into the ice cellar, he grinned with his teeth, stomped his feet and rubbed his hands, and shivered.

It's not a dream!

Cheng Xiaohao wanted to cry without tears, but he had to admit that his current self may not be in the original world.

The world I was in was the hot summer of July, and it wouldn't be so cold even in the middle of the night.

At this moment, he was wearing a collared Confucian suit prepared when he participated in the cultural fair with his classmates, and a cotton and linen fabric that was not very warm.

And because it was a hot summer, he only had a pair of boxer pants in addition to the loose and breathable collared Confucian dress outside.

The cold wind poured in from under the ground one by one, and his legs kept swinging in the cold.

The few wounds on the face that were cut by the nails were blown by the cold wind like a knife, as if they were sprinkled with salt, and they hurt like a heart!

"Shhhh It hurts, didn't she just pull her sleeve and wanted to ask about the situation, or she didn't stand firm and fell over, she knew that she avoided it and let her fall to the ground. Hiss... It hurts, as for being so ruthless. ”

This is the first time in his life that he has been slapped and scolded shamelessly.

Hum! If the woman hadn't apologized quickly enough, he wouldn't have spared her!

But for the sake of her apology and good attitude, and she also answered many of her questions, I won't bother with her.

It's just that if the woman wasn't joking, then he should really have crossed over......

It was a sad thing, and he hoped that the woman was tricking himself.

Ahh

What have I done, and why did you send me here? I want to go back, send me back, I don't want to cross.

Although I really want to yell out, there are still people passing by from time to time not far away, Cheng Xiaohao, who is a little thin-skinned, will still restrain his absurd behavior because of shame.

Let's find a shelter from the wind first. Looking left and right, he found a large tree that blocked the wind.

Staying under the big tree, Cheng Xiaohao frowned and didn't know what to do.

According to what the woman said, it seems to be the end of the Southern Song Dynasty now.

What! It was actually the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and General Yue Fei was gone, so what to fight with the Yuan Jin in the north.

Oh no, Kim is gone.

So how long can this Southern Song Dynasty live?

Cheng Xiaohao didn't know, because he was just a scumbag of marketing management, and he had almost forgotten the history of high school in college in the past few years.

I can't even remember whether I have memorized the history of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Alas, what are you thinking about, isn't it time to think about how to survive tonight? It's cold, if you don't find a warmer place to spend the night, you may freeze to death.

Let's go into the city, right?

But I don't have any money on me, just a mobile phone with no signal and not much power.

Otherwise, sell the phone? Maybe you can exchange a lot of money with its magic!

If you don't have a hundred taels of silver, you won't sell it. Perhaps, it can sell more.

Yes, I want to run a few more pawnshops, compare the price with three, and then get rich all at once! With money, it is possible to do many things that are difficult to do in modern times.

If you come here, you will be safe, and you have to have some fun in the suffering.

Cheng Xiaohao couldn't help but be happy, and happily reached out to touch his arms.

！！！

What about my phone?

When I woke up, I took it out and it was still there.

It's only an hour or two, and then it's gone.

Cheng Xiaohao rummaged through his whole body in a hurry, and he really couldn't find it.

Don't...... It's that woman!

It's just the moment when she seems to be pulled by herself, but when did she steal the phone from the pocket of her clothes? Why don't you feel anything about yourself?

Old thief! Hair can be!

But it was too cold, so cold that he didn't realize that his pocket was suddenly lighter.

This was too unlucky, and he felt that there would definitely be no second person as unlucky as him in the world.

It seems that tonight we have to grab territory with the flower children in the city.,I just hope that there are no guards at the city gate who strictly check their identities or something.。

Cheng Xiaohao endured the cold wind and walked along the West Lake to the place where the crowd gathered.

Although the cold wind was frozen, it couldn't stop his curiosity, let alone his gaze appreciating beauty.

Cheng Xiaohao, who walked to a remote place by the lake, was attracted by a flower boat near the shore.

It was a large ship that should be ten meters long, and it was full of colorful lanterns, and it was richly decorated, and through the open windows, you could catch a glimpse of the scene above, and among the warblers singing and dancing, those graceful women were very dazzling.

Looking at those young warblers and warblers, Cheng Xiaohao couldn't help but think of four words, West Lake Skinny Horse.

But looking at those lanterns, Cheng Xiaohao couldn't help but eat radishes and worry blindly: These lamps should be candles, what if they catch fire? Will the whole ship burn up?

However, Cheng Xiaohao stared at the scenery on the ship for a long time, and did not see any fire.

A chill hit from under his body, Cheng Xiaohao came back to his senses, hurriedly tightened his robe, and prepared to rush to the city.

Just as he was thinking this, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a scene that surprised him.

I saw that a big man seemed to have drunk too much, and suddenly fell down on the table, and after the other three people pushed the big man, they suddenly worked together to lift the drunk big man up, and then threw it straight into the lake!

There was a splash on the surface of the lake, and the drunken man seemed to be sober, or perhaps instinctive, as he struggled in the water.

The flower boat quickly turned around and headed off into the distance.

It's a murder!