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There was trouble in ancient China: murder and mayhem! Ping Ping inherited the throne without the slightest interest in brutal warfare and bloody politics - he was an erotic poet and a passionate lover - and this is his story:
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Emperor of Love
A passionate Tale of Murder and Sex!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichEmperor of Love
Emperor of Love
by Pierre d’Amour
Bookrix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
EMPEROR OF LOVE
A poetic erotic tale
of love and bravery!
1 - The Introduction
On a misty spring morning in 1974 the farmer Zhu Liang set out with pick and shovel to dig a new well. The old one had dried out the year before, but this was no surprise in a countryside riddled with underground waterways and subterranean streams, which were constantly changing currents and directions. He was digging easily and swift through a compact but soft layer of gravel he suspected to be landfill from former centuries to flatten out the paddocks. The province around Xi'an was inhabited since more than five thousand years, and it surely had changed shape and appearance many times through the passing millenniums! Xi'an was called the “Town of a Million” already two thousand years ago in the Qin Dynasty (spoken Chin Dynasty), a powerful period of unification and reorientation, giving identity and name to the newly united provinces of the Republic of China two hundred years before Christ was born.
Farmer Zhu was surprised when his pick suddenly hit wood with a hollow sound, which suggested a cavern or a cellar underneath, but the timber was rotten and gave in underneath him with a sickening squelch - Zhu fell right into ancient history in a huge cloud of dust, and when his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light he got the shock of his life: a hundred armoured ghost soldiers stared at him with dust-blind eyes, and huge horses were watching him over their shoulders! Zhu screamed, then he died - no: he just had fainted for a while, and then he screamed again! His neighbour Yang heard and found him and pulled him up with a rope, and he was utterly shocked by the mad look in Zhu's eyes - if people ever were wondering about the horrors of hell, Zhu obviously had witnessed them all and the nightmare had broken his spirit! Yang was scared as well, he called the police and asked for an ambulance - if this black hole in the ground was the gateway to hell it definitely was too close to home!
As usual the officials were quick to arrive on the scene, and the place was sealed off immediately under the highest secrecy levels. I was appearing with a team of Chinese archeologists a week later from Beijing to inspect and valuate the historic site for the Government - I had witnesses the golden chambers in the Egyptian pyramids and had seen the most brilliant tombs of the Aztecs, but this was definitely a different discovery: The land had been trenched in parallel lines on a pitch the size of a soccer field, the trenches were all tightly populated with eight thousand life-size terra-cotta warriors, six hundred and seventy horses and hundred and thirty chariots - the site was representing a quite formidable army! Sadly the swords and spears had been stolen from the hands of the soldiers by early looters and many heads were stolen from their shoulders - eight different face moulds were used to give the huge and uniform army a vivid and live-like appearance.
There was an eastern entrance to the long connected caves and a western escape gate too, both of course filled up by the sands of time by now. The trenches were covered by wooden ceilings under two meters of packed earth, somewhere blackened by fire and in other places bending low from old age and gravity. The compound was identified as the burial site of the heavenly Emperor Shi Huang of the Qin Dynasty and dated as two thousand and two hundred years old, but Ying Zhen, the King of Qin, he himself couldn't be found: and without his personal command his army would stay frozen in the darkness forever! As astonishing and mind-boggling this all was to my scientific brain, it was actually a wooden box full of bamboo scrolls which was found near the escape door, which actually aroused my true nature as a historical detective - books had always been my passion: I had loved many more books than I had ever loved women, and I was still well alive to regret this sad fact maybe one day!
It is well known in historical circles that the heavenly Shi Huang was a strict revolutionary, which did most of his reformations by the bloody blade of his sword - and that he had burned all the traditional recordings as easily as he had beheaded the teachers! If there ever was a proper report of his times and crimes without exaggeration and without censorship it must lay in this box! I was excited like a schoolboy when we opened the box in the air-conditioned examination room under the National History Archive in Xi'an - my archeological assistants Chi and Chang helped me to sort the scrolls on the large stainless steel table: there were twenty four scrolls intact and just another nine which needed fixing - they were all dated within the Chinese years between 2488 and 2492 (210 to 206 BC), and they were signed in the name of Ping Ping - a strange name I wouldn't freely attribute to a honest scribe of historical facts, a name which rather sounded to me like the silly nick name of a naughty girl!
