The morning before the day of the imperial wedding.
It was already night and something appeared into the girl's sight. It was so shiny. Like a star shining brightly in the night sky.
"Uhh...… Ahhh!"
The nanny, who sleeps outside the room, falls into a deep slumber and has no clue. Only the young lady inside the room was suffering from a nightmare.
It was a day like no other, with thunderstorms and darkness that cannot be seen for a long time, a desolate field of unknown origin. Then all of a sudden, a shiny golden dragon flew violently in the sky and suddenly aimed for her as she stood vacantly.
Even if she tried to move and ran away, her feet wouldn't budge as if they were rooted to the ground. Anytime now she would be caught by this ferocious dragon with a large nose and flames flowing out of its eyes. It was rushing towards her with its mouth gaping, obviously about to eat her whole, and then she lost consciousness.
"Ugh… No, no, no! Ahhh!"
After a fitful sleep, she jerked awake, and was screaming. Soon, the nanny, startled by the noise, woke up and quickly burst open the door.
"Oh, my God, what happened?! Miss, are you alright? You must have had a bad dream."
The young lady was so frightened that she looked around frantically, thinking if she was having a dream or not. She was inside a small familiar room, undoubtedly sitting in her own neat bedding.
'Oh, thank God. It was a dream.'
The young lady finally came to her senses. She was so disconcerted that the nanny gave her a treat. With the nanny's hand wiping her sweaty chalk-white forehead, she asked anxiously.
"I thought I was going to die. Oh, my God, why would I be dreaming about being eaten by a dragon? I've never had such an absurd dream before. Oh, I'm so scared, Nanny. Can it be that the dream is a bad omen?”
She reacted with a trembling voice, still in fear. Then, she was quickly comforted by her nanny in a soft voice.
"Miss, it's just a bad dream. Don't be afraid. It's all a dream. All right, go back to sleep. I'll pat your back, so lay down. Nanny will be here."
"Haa, but I've never had such a horrid dream in my life. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep again."
However, her weary eyes quickly closed when her nanny patted her back before tucking her in the futon. Still, she doesn't know what kind of fate lies for her from the dream she had. Without any difficulty, she fell asleep again albeit reluctantly.
The dark blue sky was full of stars. The night dew fell gently from the roof of the simple tiled house.
Taepyeong Seongsedan's province.
It's the 8th year of Honghee, the day after September's warmth. The City of Chongqing.
With the center of Cheonggye, Okdong and Seongdong are downtown areas lined with tiled houses of the Gwonmunse tribe. The other side of Cheonggye, the base of Gyesan, which rises like a folding screen, is a village where people who are poor or retired from government offices live with upright scholar families.
Far in the distance, under Baekhaksan Mountain in the north, Seongdeokgung Palace, Gyeongdeokgung Palace, and Changhuigung Palace were located. Unlike the majestic and splendid Gyo-dong, where Jongmyo-sajik is located, and the bustling Gung-ro, where the streets of Yukuijeon and Jangsi are crowded, Gyesan-gol was always peaceful and modest.
It was a beautiful village renowned for its outstanding landscapes, most of its occupants were virtuous scholars. In a corner of this quiet village lies a small house with tiled rooftops, but in terms of its size, it has 6 or 7 rooms. It was the home of Kim Ik-Hyun, whose predecessor is the great King Seongjo. Because of his illness, he retired from his position to study quietly and learn the ways of the poor.
"The magpies are particularly chirper today. I wonder if there's an esteemed guest visiting us.….”
The entrance to the inner quarters of the main house was blocked. The young lady was standing in a palm-sized garden and looked behind the pavilion tree outside Dong-gu where a magpie cries. This young lady was Sohye, the only daughter of Kim Ik-Hyun, the owner of the house. It is the same girl who woke up at dawn from a dream of being eaten by a dragon.
Now she's only 15. She was still young, adorned with simple ornaments, and her rustic appearance was rather insignificant. However, her eyes were as black as a wild grapefruit yet clear and gentle. Although she was dressed neatly in plain cottony clothes and hair braided in one strand, she looked smart and pretty.
"Nanny, just in case you don't know, go to the pantry and get that bottle of liquor I hanged inside the well."
The nanny came out of the kitchen wiping the water off her hands with her apron. As she handed over the bottle of soju, Sohye smiled proudly at herself. (T/N: Soju is a clear, colorless distilled alcoholic beverage of Korean origin.)
"This is what I earned in exchange of three Jeogoris(jackets) I dried yesterday. Father said he doesn't have an appetite for several days now, so we'll add some green beans. I'll have to put the green bean porridge at night. For Bok-soon, the new bride's nocturne, which was entrusted by the village below, is all dry, so take it with you.”
"Yes, sir. I'll be happy to send it.”
When my mother called me, Bok-soon walked out of the background with a swollen face. I squeezed out the things on my forehead, and my mouth came out three or four times because the medicine became red.
"Cee, the pus is yellow, and I squeezed it with my hands, and the pain is horribly painful, and the medicine has gone up like this. Why are you so small-faced to dress up with?"
"Are you mean to wash your face with the same red bean soap that your nanny made? My father says he doesn't like it, so go get some corvina. Phew- if you use the medicine properly, you'll feel a little better...….”
Sohye, who looked around the men's quarters, had a dark face.
I couldn't say it in my own right. She lost her mother, who suffered from acid bath fever, only seven years old. He grew up without wrinkles under his grandmother, but the sweet one also died when Sohye was ten years old. Only one old father remains as a family member. However, he was always worried about his sick father's health as if he were walking on ice.
After roughly organizing the housework, Sohye went into the room and pulled the basket on her upper neck instead of being lazy. The biggest cause of buying availability for poor living was the sewing of a saucer with a shrewd skill. At a young age, Sohye's sewing skills and shame were already well-known in the Near East.
"But I'm worried. If you're good at it, don't you think your fate is fierce? My wish is to marry my lady in a precious house and live comfortably. I'm heartbroken that I've never been able to wear a coat of silk before and that I'm working on other people's medical school every day."
I waited by my grandmother, who was sewing. This is the story of a man who swept the back of a man who heard a needle.
"I don't envy even the silk rings, Grandma. I don't live without taking off my clothes. I want to get married in a very precious place. It's not because I want to say hello, but if I can give food and clothing to poor people. But I'm not a good son, so can I get married to a precious house, Grandma.
"Milady has a sweet heart! The Master who marries our miss will be a very large man, Gwangyeong Ilsa and Cheobok will be very big."
I came up with a useless old idea. The young lady had a smile on her neat lips as she thought of her grandmother. He moved his fingers diligently and wrapped the thread around the needle to place the embroidery on the silk cushion, which is the place where the wife of the upper village's wife lives. It was then that there was a long noise from the gate.
"Come here!"
He was the closest friend of his father's, and was a two-song Hyungwon, who holds a left-wing government post in the royal court. It is no exaggeration to say that Sohye is another father. Hyung-won made a tongue-tied sound to the miss bowing down.
"I've heard that your assets have been seriously ill for a few days. I'll have to say goodbye right away. Isn't that how I'm going to get a medicine cabinet? Are you in love?"
"Yes, sir. I'm a sitting cushion because you cut off low-spray for a few days.”
"I know you're always weak, but I wonder you're suddenly getting worse. So, what happened?”
"How can a girl know what's going on with love. Three days ago, your mother stopped by for a few minutes, and she hasn't spoken since then."
"Huh, it's a strange thing. What could have happened? By the way, I've already told you, Miss, go home and find your child and meet him. I'll give you a medicine cabinet."
"It's a long story, old man, because I've been indebted to you all the time and haven't been able-bodied men.
I was always indebted to you, but I was embarrassed. Miss Sohye blushed. Hyungwon shook his hand.
"Oh, I told you not to say that again! Which assets do I have different relationships? Even if we have a bean, we share it with each other. Go. My son wanted to see the miss, too.
It is about 20 miles from Gyesanggol to Bungdong, where Hyungwon's house is located. It's a long way from walking back all day, but what can I do? an outing with a deep covering of one's face in one's wardrobe The beginning of winter in September. The cold wind, as spicy as chili peppers, seeped into cotton clothes. Unlike Boksoon, who calls her hands while she is cold, Sohye does not say a word.
"Oh, my God! I think the room is stuck over there. There's a crowd of people?"
Bok-soon was excited to enter the door after a long time because she was a girl who was only in the house. As the market enters, there are many things to see. His head turns around, but his face is distracted. He is curious, so he runs to the place where people are gathered. However, Sohye stepped forward without a glance. The girl could not see the bustling author's landscape, the fine silk cloth, and the artifacts. It was because only worries about the sickly dead were full of thoughts.
So it was three days ago.
"Do you have assets? Great Commander Jinsung is here."
It was eaten in the morning by a guest who was caught talking without a message and even had an armed guard. The man who wore a robe covered with a silk cloth was Jin Seong-daegun, the great adult of Jong-sil. I was told to prepare the statue of Juan, but a message came from Sarangchae.
“Milady, the love lady tells me to come out for a while.”
I stood under the island and asked if you had called it. The Jangji Gate facing the yard opened drastically. Sohye stood aside, bent her back and bowed politely to her.
“A girl is coming to see your majesty. Are you strong?”
“Because the miss is mature, the bosom that is getting dizzy is fine. Yes, how are you?”
“Thanks to your concern, I quit. Father, why did you say you look after the girl?”
“It's no big deal. His Majesty will reside until night, so prepare the camp. Stop going out.”
My father barely said a word, but his face was stiff. It was so ridiculous that the gentleman who didn't say a word of shit was so ridiculous that he sang Sohye with love. If that would be such a thing, why did you dare to call Sohye with love to tell her father Boksun?
“I don't know if the poor family's chan will suit the taste of the distinguished guests, but I will prepare carefully. Would it be okay for the girl to go out?”
Instead of asking to go out, Jinseongdaegun once again glimpsed the miss. He even played Xiamen (下問), which was unexpected.
“Huh, huh. The miss is so intelligent and affordable, right? It's something that people around you can quarrel with and covet as your daughter-in-law. Okay, let's hear it. You're so clever that you read enough of my civil wars?”
It was embarrassing and embarrassing. Sohye blushed and spread her eyes down when spraying. When he asked, he answered politely.
“It's annoying. What would the little girl know and learn to write? I was just grinding the ink over your father's shoulder and barely removed the Thousand Character Classic calligraphy.”
“Young people are humble and bright. Go out. It was also rude for an outsider to see Ahn-chae's story.”
It was weird. Depending on that day, the great army was very polite and polite to the young Sohye. It's been a long time since coming and going, but you've never seen me before. How can you do this? Being puzzled, he tilted his head and came back.
Recalling the thoughts of the day, Sohye again sighed deeply.
'What the hell are you two talking about so your father has been so upset since then?'
“Madam, sir! That's the room in front of the inn. Oh, the writing, I'm Rae-yu Bang said that inlaid majesty is getting married.”
Bok-soon ran out of breath. At the shouts, as if telling a big secret, the girl only laughed a little.
"Okay? It seems that inlaid majesty is finally paying a tribute to her Boryeong."
Boryeong of the gold award is now nineteen. He climbed the bowie at the age of 11 years younger, and he has been alone until now, but he seems to be finally standing by. It is only when the hurry of the week and the civil war is stabilized, you will be free from the fascination of Imperial Palace. I had heard my father worry like a sigh several times.
“Mistress, what kind of wife and daughter is Her Majesty? Only those like Heavenly Fairy will rise. If I was born as Gyusu in the master's house and decorated finely and entered the palace and caught my eyes, I could be a heavy war, Your Majesty... … .”
“This is Her Majesty, the hostess of resignation. The family must also be Kwon Moon-se-ga, its virtue, and character must be as high as the heavens. Yes, you too, would you like to go up to Gantaek after Kwon Moon-se was born as a beautiful woman. Even then, if you meet me, should you take good care of me?”
Sohye smiled slightly toward Bok-soon, who spreads his daydreaming as if he had become a middle-aged royalty. He received the words nicely without condemning them for saying useless words.
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