"After being struck by lightning, a 'future chat box' appeared before my eyes - the bizarre adventures of the Southern Heroes of the Northern Song Dynasty."
As a fourth-grade sword-carrying guard of the Kaifeng Mansion, I have killed evil thieves and protected officials' silver, so I am used to the treacherous world.
But after the thunderous incident in Jingyou's third year, I completely broke my guard - a translucent box floated out of thin air in front of me, with lines of text jumping inside, accompanied by the crisp voices of the girls: "Did Mr. Zhan practice sword practice today? [Hold your chin]" "No one can refute Nan Xia's appearance, right? [Wang Chai]" "Do you think Zhan Zhao likes Lian Green Tea, Big Butterfly, or his childhood sweetheart junior sister? [Answer]"
At first I thought it was the sequelae of a lightning strike, so I drew my sword and struck three times, but the blade went through the frame.
It wasn't until I was checking a serial theft case that a reminder "Be careful of smoke in dark alleys" suddenly popped up in the box, and I happened to escape the thieves' plot. I was shocked to realize that this was not an evil spirit, but an "echo" from thousands of years later.
The girls in the group know my swordsmanship, know that there is no heater in the check-in room in Kaifeng Mansion, can even predict the cases I want to investigate, and analyze the emotional lines of those around me every day.
They said I was a flower in the Song Dynasty, but I looked at the text that was constantly written in the frame: "Zhan Zhao is in awe of Mr. Bao, and relies on Mr. Gongsun for his medical skills and wisdom. So, does he fall in love with green tea, the big butterfly, or the junior sister? [Eating melon]", and suddenly I understood - the concern that spans thousands of years has always been two-way, and it is this concern that is always mixed with some "emotional analysis" that makes me confused.
The following is the story of me and this group of "future friends", about chivalry, about warmth, and about a bond that travels through time and space.
——Zhan Zhao recorded in Kaifeng Mansion housekeeping
Intention: imagination