The autumn wind is gentle, the tree shadows are deep and secluded, and the vast Xuanwu Lake is like a huge and smooth mirror. Under the glow of the sunset, it shines with golden light.

  The vast lake surface is rippling with waves, and the tour boats are darting about like arrows. The sound of laughter and chatter keeps coming from on board, but its unclear whose young ladies are out on an excursion - the scene is quite lively.

  Innumerable scholars and officials stood at the bow of the ship, gazing longingly at the flower boats where the golden misses were seated, their faces revealing a wolf-like yearning expression. As they approached the flower boat, they suddenly changed their demeanor, putting on an air of integrity and purity, not daring to glance sideways, gently swaying their fans, reciting poetry and composing verses, fully displaying their elegant demeanor.

  Several official boats sailed on the lake with their curtains closed, and the young ladies of wealthy families hiding behind the curtains were secretly checking out the handsome scholars coming and going, selecting those they fancied.

  Standing by the Xuanwu Lake, if one had to find a word to describe Lin Wanrongs mood at this moment, it would be - unlucky, really damn unlucky.

  Its been a month since he came here, and bad luck has never left him. Perhaps, from the moment he decided to join the companys tour group to Mount Tai, bad luck had been with him. Especially when he saw that little girls name on the travel list, he felt uneasy.

  But in fact, it also proved his conjecture.

  Lin Wanrong spat into the lake, and his mood improved slightly. A refreshing feeling arose. This spit was really satisfying, its been a long time since Ive felt so relieved. Damn, in this era, there shouldnt be any old ladies with red armbands coming to fine me 50 bucks, right?

  Lin Wanrong gazed at his own reflection in the clear water, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and a smile that could charm people. If he were to put on official attire, he would probably be even more elegant than those foolish young scholars who liked to recite broken poems by the lake.

  Unfortunately, he wore a long blue shirt made of coarse cloth, and on his feet were a pair of tattered shoes with holes in them. Compared to the elegant attire of those refined scholars, his outfit was indeed quite shabby. Furthermore, his short hair, which was cut evenly across his forehead, was completely different from that of the people passing by on the street, and he couldnt even tie up a simple kerchief on his head, making him stand out as being utterly out of place in this environment.

  The little girls walking by the road, as long as they took a glance at Lin Wanrongs outfit, didnt even need to look at his face, and directly gave him a PASS, their eyes directly turned to those so-called geniuses who were standing on the bow of the boat, shivering with cold in the freezing wind.

  Suddenly, the beauties by the road rushed to the lake like they were crazy, constantly gazing far into the distance on the lakes surface, their shrill cries of surprise and delight were most pleasant to hear.

  "Wow, look, look, its Hou Yibai, the number one talented young master of Jinling!"

  "Wow, so handsome!"

  "Wow, so romantic!"

  "Alas, which familys young lady has such good fortune——"

  Lin Wanrong followed the direction of the little girls gaze and looked forward.

  Only three painted pleasure boats were seen drifting on the lake, each with two layers, about six or seven meters high. Lanterns were hung high, flying eaves and pavilions, which can be called majestic.

  Three barges with flags and streamers flying; on the left one, and on the right one, each had a huge banner hanging down from the top of the boat.

  On the right is "Spring breeze strokes my intention", on the left is "Only for you I pour out my heart".

  On the middle boat, a young nobleman stood at the bow, with a face as white as jade, holding a fan and standing lightly, with a smile on his face, wearing a long shirt that fluttered in the wind, exuding an indescribable elegant and carefree air.

  Three painted pleasure boats faced a larger, more exquisite one than the three of Hou Gongzis, with flying eaves and pavilions, an indescribable aura. Unfortunately, the surrounding curtains were deep, and it was impossible to see the appearance of the people inside. On a huge lantern at the bow that danced in the wind, there was a large golden character - "Luo".

  "Ah, its Miss Luo! The number one beauty and talent of Jinling, Miss Luo!" A woman standing next to Lin Wanrong exclaimed loudly, her face filled with excited expression, obviously a fan of Miss Luo.

  Whats the big deal about being the number one talent in Jinling? Lin Wanrong couldnt care less. And this so-called number one beauty and number one talented woman of Jinling, he found somewhat beneath him. In his time, any woman who could string together a few decent sentences would claim to be a beauty. As for female writers who relied on their bodies to get by, they were more common than lice on a cows head - he had seen it all before.

  "Its said that Lord Gao has been pursuing Miss Luo for two years now. As the son of the governor of Jinling and a renowned scholar in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with his family background and literary talent... Alas, if I were Miss Luo, I would have died from happiness long ago." A lovesick girl said.

  "Miss Luo is known as the number one talented woman and beauty of Jinling, her essay skills are not inferior to those of Mr. Hou, and she is also the daughter of the Governor of Jiangsu Province, so in terms of family background, she is even higher than Mr. Hou. Therefore, Miss Luo may not necessarily look up to Mr. Hou." Another woman who was obviously a die-hard fan of Miss Luo analyzed.

  "In my opinion, the number one scholar and the number one beauty of Jinling, they are a perfect match made in heaven, its hard to find another couple like them even if we look throughout Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces."

  Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly, women are born to be gossipy, its the same in any era.

  Mr. Liu had already moored his own boat alongside Miss Luos, and was standing with his fists clasped together and his waist bent, apparently saying something to Miss Luo inside her boat.

  After a long time, a pretty maid came out of Miss Luos painting boat and stood at the bow of the boat, saying something to Hou Gongzi. Hou Gongzis face showed disappointment for a moment, followed by a joyful expression.

  Lin Wanrong was too far away from them and couldnt hear what they were saying, but judging by the look on that young masters face, it was quite strange. Did this little girl surnamed Luo accept or reject him? Why did this young master keep switching between disappointment and excitement?

  The flowers and fans beside them were equally puzzled, seeing Miss Luos painting boat slowly drifting towards the center of the lake. Miss Luos fans happily said: "How about it? I didnt say wrong, did I? Candidate Gong may not be able to move Miss Luos heart."

  "Hua Chi cut in with a smile: I dont think so, looking at Young Masters current expression, he seems to be very happy. Who knows, maybe its a moonlit appointment with a beauty, or perhaps a secret rendezvous."

  This is also true. Given the customs of this world, after all, men and women are different, talking about love naturally requires finding a secluded place, its better to do things on a dark and windy night.

  Hou Gongzi saw Luo Xiaojies boat gradually sailing away, but he still gently swayed his feather fan, smiled and gazed intently. The so-called romantic look made Lin Wanrong feel a little uncomfortable.

  Kid, what are you proud of? When it comes to flirting with girls, my skills are a thousand times better than yours. Look at that lovesick expression on your face. Lin Wanrong thought indignantly.

  Its already late autumn and winter is approaching. The lake surface was blowing with cold wind, and it seemed that the young master couldnt bear the chill, so he shivered his shoulders.

  Lin Wanrongs eyes were sharp, and she saw that action clearly. She couldnt help but sneer coldly, "Hmph, you guys who only care about style not temperature, I thought spring came early this year, turns out its just you and those little girls welcoming the season together."

  Lin Wanrongs cold smile caught the attention of several women beside him, their eyes fell on Lin Wanrong, seeing his shabby attire and short hair, they all covered their mouths and giggled, until they saw his appearance, they all blushed and dared not look at him again.

  Lin Wanrong, at 1.77 meters tall, has a straight and powerful build due to years of persistent physical exercise. His appearance is also quite impressive, with healthy wheat-colored skin that stands out from the pale complexions of his contemporaries, giving him an even more captivating charm.

  Its no wonder those women didnt dare look at him again after a glance; this man had a tremendous impact on their minds.

  At that time when studying at Peking University, Lin Wanrong was also a dark horse prince with some fame, and the number of girls who secretly loved him was not small.

  "Where did this country bumpkin come from.........."

  "Look at him, so pathetic..."

  "Huang brother, standing with this scoundrel, youre humiliating your own status, lets keep our distance from him..."

  The several talented-looking guys next to him, after watching Hou Gongzis good show, had already been deeply hurt in their confidence. The beauties next to them, however, completely ignored them and instead focused their attention on Lin Wanrong. How could the talented ones not be angry?