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On the day he graduated from university, Song Qishan died unexpectedly. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in ancient times as the youngest son of Lord Song, the Minister of Revenue.
The boy had been frail from birth and suffered from a condition known as "loss of soul." Even at twenty, he was as dim-witted as a three-year-old, couldn't recognize his own parents, and would only call for his big brother whenever anything happened.
Even so, everyone in the Song family treasured the boy, giving him fine clothes and food and looking after him with care. They never scolded him.
Song Qishan, whose parents had both died and who had worked his way through school, wept with gratitude: Heaven has eyes!!
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Lately, everyone in the Song household has discovered that the young master, who had suffered from loss of soul for twenty years, has miraculously recovered on his own. Not only does he behave just like an ordinary person, he also brings almost unbelievable good luck to those around him.
Lord Song went out to buy his youngest son a sweet pastry and accidentally avoided a runaway horse that was injuring people in the street, escaping a bloody disaster;
The eldest son of the Song family, Song Tingyuan, who works at the Dali Temple, casually helped his younger brother catch the thief who stole his money pouch, only to discover that the thief was a notorious highwayman wanted by the authorities for three years;
The whole Song family went out for a celebration after their youngest son recovered and accidentally avoided a bloody political struggle that would have implicated countless people.
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The whole capital is saying that the youngest Song son is a hidden genius who has kept his talents concealed for twenty years, living quietly apart from the world. In truth, he is blessed with tremendous fortune, surrounded by purple auspicious energy. Anyone who offends him is doomed to terrible luck, while anyone who helps him is bound to hit the jackpot.
For a while, the capital's powerful families flock to him, nearly tearing down the Song residence's doors. Hearing that Song Qishan likes men, they immediately offer up their pampered young masters.
But they are all turned away by the eldest Song son.
Song Tingyuan, Vice Minister of the Dali Temple, opens the case files and assesses each one in turn:
"A lecher. No."
"A compulsive gambler. No."
"Armed and wounded several people. Still at large... Come with me to the Dali Temple for a little chat."
Song Qishan: ovo
Song Qishan: It's great to have a big brother. He looks out for me and keeps bad matches away.
Song Qishan: ...Wait a second, why are you in my bed, big brother?
The fiercely protective, gentle, and cunning top × the cheerful, lively bottom who leans on his big brother
Younger-brother-con × older-brother-con
Reader's guide:
· 1v1, bottom's POV, happy ending. The bottom was adopted into the family, and the top and bottom are not related by blood. The bottom is a normal person, not an idiot!
· The ancient and modern versions of the bottom are the same person. While the ancient version suffered from loss of soul, he was a fragile university student in the modern world.
· I want to write a warm, sweet story about a family bickering and getting along. There will also be some everyday life at the Dali Temple, but cases are solved through luck, not brains.
· No switching, no reverse pairings, no dream pairings, no control kinks, and no unusual fetishes 🚫🚫🚫
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