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The autumn wind is gentle, the trees are graceful, and the vast Xuanwu Lake is like a large mirror. Under the setting sun's rays, it shimmers with gold. 。The lake was wide and rippling, with boats sailing back and forth. Laughter could be heard constantly from the boats, one couldn't help but wonder if it were a group of young ladies out for a pleasure cruise; the scene was quite lively. 。Countless students and scholars stood at the bow of their boats, gazing at the flower boats carrying wealthy young ladies, like wolves eyeing their prey. 。As they neared the flower boats, they instantly changed their demeanor, putting on a facade of righteousness and aloofness. Their eyes were straight ahead, their folding fans gently swaying, composing poems and verses, displaying their elegant charm to the fullest. 。Several boats with drawn curtains glided across the lake. Behind the curtains, young ladies peered at the passing romantic figures, selecting their favorites. 。Standing by Xuanwu Lake, if one had to find a word to describe Lin Wanrong's current state of mind, it would be—unlucky. Really unlucky. 。It's been a month here, and bad luck has just refused to leave him. Perhaps, from the moment he decided to join the company's travel group to Mount Tai, bad luck has been following him. 。Especially when he saw that girl's name on the travel list, he felt a sense of unease. 。In fact, it also proved his conjecture. 。Lin Wanrong spat fiercely at the lake, and her heart felt a little better. A feeling of exhilaration welled up within her. 。This mouthful of spit really feels good, I haven't felt this refreshing in ages. Damn it, in this day and age, there shouldn't be any old ladies with red armbands stumbling around to fine me fifty bucks, right? 。Lin Wanrong gazed at her reflection in the clear water. Her sword-like eyebrows and star-shaped eyes, her nose like a suspended gallbladder, and her approachable smile – if she wore an official robe, she would probably be even more dashing than those foolish poets who loved to compose bad poems by the lake. 。It's a pity, his clothes were just a simple blue tunic and a pair of patched cloth shoes. Compared to those elegant scholars, he looked rather shabby. 。...and in addition, her short hair, which was level with the eyebrows and not even capable of being tied up with a ribbon, differed greatly from those who walked along the road. It seemed completely out of place in this setting. ... 。The girls walking by the roadside, just one glance at Lin Wanrong's outfit, without even looking at his face, would directly pass him by, their eyes instead turning towards those so-called talented scholars who stood shivering on the bow of the boat in the cold wind. 。Suddenly, people on the roadside rushed towards the lake like they were crazy, constantly gazing into the distance at the lake surface, with chirps and tweets of surprise that were quite pleasant to hear. 。"Wow, look, look, it's the number one talented young man in Jinling, Hou Yue Bai, Young Master Hou—""Wow, he's so handsome—""Wow, he's so infatuating—""Oh, which young lady is so fortunate to have him—"Lin Wanrong followed the direction the little girls were pointing, and looked forward 。Three pleasure boats floated on the lake, each with two decks, about six or seven meters high. 。Lanterns hang high, with eaves and towers reaching for the sky. It can truly be called magnificent. 。Three decorated pleasure boats were all flying flags, with one on each side having a huge banner hanging straight down from the top of the boat. 。On the right is "Spring Breeze My Desire," and on the left is "Only for You, My Heart Inclines." 。On a boat in the middle, a young master stood at the bow, his face was like jade, he held a fan lightly, with a smile on his face, his long shirt fluttering, exuding an indescribable air of elegance and charm. 。Three painted barges faced them, but on the opposite side was a much larger painted barge. It dwarfed the three barges that Hou Gongzi had brought. Its eaves were flying and its towers soared, an air of extravagance beyond description. 。It's a pity the curtains are so thick, I can't see the people inside. On the prow of the boat, a giant lantern dances in the wind, with a single gilded character shining on it: " " 。"She is Miss Lin, the number one talented young lady in Jinling—" A young boy standing beside Lin Wanrong said loudly, with a look of excitement on his face. He was clearly excited about this young lady. 。What was the so-called first talented scholar of Jinling like? Lin Wanrong didn't care at all. 。...and this leading figure in Jinling, both in terms of talent and overall standing, made him feel even more dismissive... 。These days, anyone who can string a few words together claims to be... 。In his day, there were so many writers who made a living from writing that they were as common as lice on a bull's head. 。"I heard that young Master Li has been pursuing Miss for two years now. As the son of the Jinling Prefecture Magistrate and a renowned scholar from Jiangzhe, with his family background and talent, oh, if I were Miss, I would have been so happy already." 。<”A fanboy said">。"Hmph, Miss claims to be the first talent in Jinling and her essays are no worse than Master Hou's. She is also the daughter of the Jiangsu Governor, so in terms of family background, she surpasses Master Hou by a mile. " 。So, Miss might not look down on Young Master, oh. 。"Another obvious analysis by Miss Iron's staunch supporter," 。In my opinion, the top talent of Jinling and the top beauty of Jinling, they are a perfect match, born to be together. Not just in this city of Jinling, but even across Jiangzhe provinces, it would be very difficult to find another couple as well-suited as them. 。"Flowering girl greeting the way" 。Lin Wanrong shook her head helplessly, people are born gossipy, it's the same in any era. 。The young master by the lake has already moored his pleasure boat beside Miss's, and is bowing deeply with clasped fists, apparently saying something to those on board her boat. 。After a long while, a pretty maid walked out from the young lady's pleasure boat. She stood at the bow and said a few words to the young master waiting there. The young master's face turned pale for a moment, then brightened with joy again. 。Lin Wanrong was too far away to hear what they were saying, but seeing the young master's strange expression, she wondered if the little girl had accepted or rejected him? Why was this mischievous young man sometimes dejected and sometimes happy? 。The admiring girls beside her and the apparently equally enamored one looked on as Miss's painted boat slowly sailed towards the center of the lake. Miss merrily said, "How is it, I didn't say wrong, did I? Master Hou might not necessarily be able to capture Miss's heart." 。"I don't think so," Hua Chi said with a sly smile. "Look at Young Master Chen's face; he seems to be in high spirits. Perhaps he's meeting a beautiful woman under the willow tree, as the moon shines brightly." 。That makes sense, considering the customs of this world. After all, men have their differences, and when it comes to talking about such things, they naturally need a secluded place. A moonless night with howling winds is ideal for such matters. 。When Hou Gongzi saw that Miss's boat was gradually sailing away, he still gently fanned himself and smiled, staring intently. His so-called "windy" demeanor made Lin Wanrong feel a little irritated. 。Boy, what are you so proud of? When it comes to picking up girls, Grandpa's methods surpass yours by thousands and millions of times. Look at that lovestruck expression of yours! 。Lin Wanrong thought indignantly. 。It was late autumn, winter was just around the corner. A chilly wind swept across the lake surface. Seems like Hou Gongzi couldn't stand the cold, he shivered his shoulders. 。Lin Wanrong had sharp eyes and saw everything clearly. She couldn't help but let out a sly chuckle, "Damn you guys, these heartless fellows. I thought spring came so early, turns out it was you and the little ones getting frisky together." 。Lin Wanrong's sneer caught the attention of several girls nearby. They looked at Lin Wanrong, seeing his shabby clothes and short hair, they all stifled a laugh. But when they saw his expression, their faces turned red and they dared not look at him anymore. 。Lin Wanrong is one meter seventy-seven tall. Due to his years of persistent training, he has a straight and strong frame, and his appearance is not bad either. His skin is the kind of healthy wheat color. Compared to the fair-faced young talents of this era, he has a more captivating charm. 。It's no wonder those few children didn't dare to look at him again after just one glance. This man had a tremendous impact on their souls. 。When Lin Wanrong was studying at Peking University, he was also a well-known dark horse prince. His life wasn't about numbers --- 。Where did the country bumpkin come from? 。。。。。。Look at his shabby appearance. 。。。。。。"Brother Huang, standing with this person humiliates your status. Let's keep our distance from him." 。。。。。。The few young men beside him, who looked like talented scholars, had already been deeply discouraged after watching the performance of the young master. But the others completely ignored them and focused their attention on Lin Wanrong instead. How could these scholars not be angry? |
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