Something came up today, so I'll upload the first update a bit earlier and the second one will be later than usual.

  Looking for pink tickets and PK tickets. Alas, although there's no effect, if I don't shout out loud like this, I'd feel uneasy in my heart.

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  Many swordsmen furrowed their brows, and the crowd stood up in a queue to go out. Wei Luo stood at one corner, watching as everyone passed by her. At this moment, she was somewhat indecisive about whether or not to also go out?

  Go out, she is not a swordsman. Don't go out, in such a large stone hall, there is only her alone, if someone comes in and takes a look, it's also too dazzling.

  At this time, a low voice came from the front, "Actually calling us out to see too?"

  "Isn't it some noble family wanting to borrow?"

  "Alas, isn't this matter simple? Those young boys have already been betrothed, and we are to escort them."

  "Just a young boy, how can he lead my cavalry and swordsmen? What you said is inappropriate."

  In a low voice, a tall figure blocked Wei Luo's path.

  Wei Luo looked up and saw Gao Yi staring straight ahead with a blank expression, his voice flat as he said, "Follow me quickly."

  Huh?

  Wei Luo watched as he walked ahead, hesitated for a moment, and then followed him as promised. Gao Yi was a calm and reserved person, if he wanted her to follow him, there must be a reason.

  Many swordsmen walked out of the grand hall, with Wei Luo closely following behind them.

  Before long, Wei Luo blended in with the crowd of swordsmen and stood on the grassy area below the grand hall.

  On the lawn that can hold two or three hundred people, many beautiful young men stood still with their heads bowed on the right side. As soon as the swordsmen appeared, Lou Ju repeatedly shouted: "Wait here, wait here."

  What he meant was the left side of the lawn.

  Many swordsmen approached as they were told.

  At this moment, a shrill voice suddenly shouted: "How did you get mixed up with a little kid?"

  The shrill sound came suddenly, and the voice was really sharp, with a harsh tone, as if fingernails were scratching on a stone wall. Everyone involuntarily turned their heads to look at him.

  The one who spoke was a eunuch in his thirties, short and stout, with skin as white and tender as a baby's. However, the corners of his eyes and mouth were etched with fine wrinkles, so dense that they made the smooth skin look uncomfortable to behold.

  This should be the husband of the female owner of the building.

  "Master, what is the meaning of this?" Lord Wei's eyes narrowed in displeasure as he glared at Wei Luo.

  No one answered.

  The crowd stared at Wei Luo in the swordsmen's group, all of whom were tall and majestic. Wei Luo, who was mixed in with them, really stood out, just like a duck standing out among a flock of swans.

  The lord saw no one answering him and became enraged, his eyebrows raised in anger, his eyes revealing a murderous aura.

  Wei Luo kept her head down, but the corners of her eyes were closely watching his expression. Memories from her past life made her extremely wary of this creature called a husband.

  At this time, she saw the master getting angry and hurriedly stepped forward a small step, bowed deeply and said loudly: "Report to the master, I am the newly promoted miscellaneous manager of the chariot team. I was just having dinner with everyone in the palace, heard that the master summoned, although it didn't mention me, I didn't dare to be slow, so I came to see you together with everyone."

  She spoke clearly and distinctly, her crisp tone ringing out, her expression respectful yet composed.

  The master stared at Wei Luo, and gradually, the anger on his face dissipated. In this era, eunuchs held a very low status, with no one paying attention to them, and Wei Luo's words just now were indeed respectful, making him feel much more comfortable.

  At this moment, Lord Gong raised an eyebrow and said to a copper-armored soldier beside him: "Go take a look, if there's anyone else in the hall, kill them."

  The two soldiers behind him shouted in unison: "Yes!"

  The master seemed to be savoring the pleasure of ordering these soldiers around, and upon receiving this promise, he smiled complacently. As he did so, his eyes, mouth, and nose crinkled into a fine network of wrinkles that resembled a flower.

  The master turned his head and looked at Wei Luo. After sizing her up from head to toe, he let out a heavy hum and shouted: "Either you're not a swordsman, or get back some distance!"

  "No, no."

  Wei Luo quietly nodded and retreated a few steps back, standing silently behind the crowd of swordsmen.

  When she stepped down, she clearly heard Cheng Xi exhale a long breath. Just now, Master Gong's shout, they didn't react in time, if it wasn't for Wei Luo's quick wit, it would be bad now. A eunuch like Master Gong, although no one takes him seriously, but he wants to kill a small Wei Luo, that is killing him like killing a chicken.

  The young master had already forgotten about Wei Luo, he paced back and forth in a leisurely manner, slowly walking before the crowd of young men and swordsmen, his voice shrill as he said: "I am an emissary of the Duke of Jingling."

  The swordsmen were stunned, and a buzzing discussion spread. Unconsciously, the swordsmen and the young men all showed joyful expressions. However, Wei Luo, who was hiding behind the crowd, was stunned: Was this eunuch sent by Prince Jingling? That terrifying Prince Jingling?

  The lord looked around at the crowd with satisfaction, took two steps forward and said: "Everyone remembers that the Marquis of Zhenling helped us, so we specially sent twenty boys to select excellent swordsmen to lend to the marquis. That's why the marquis ordered me to come and choose."

  He said this, his eyes fixed, slowly sweeping over the crowd of boys and swordsmen, pointing with his hand, "You, you, you, you, then, twenty boys, twenty swordsmen, out of the ordinary!"

  Most of the swordsmen he pointed to were wearing silk robes. Wearing silk robes represented that these swordsmen were from aristocratic families in various countries, while those linen-robed swordsmen were mostly Mohists.

  There were only a few silk-robed swordsmen in total. With this single gesture, the young master had already included Gao Yi and Cheng Xi among others within his grasp.

  After selecting the forty people, Master Gong turned around and was about to leave. However, as soon as he turned around, he looked back at Wei Luo, who was standing behind the crowd of swordsmen. He stared at the small corner of Wei Luo's clothing and frowned, saying: "Is that little one from earlier here?"

  Actually called myself!

  Wei Luo quietly called out in a sorrowful tone, she clenched her trembling small hands tightly, lowered her head and walked out of the crowd, saying softly: "The humble one is here."

  The master nodded and said lightly: "You are also included."

  Huh?

  Wei Luo suddenly lifted her head: Must she also go to the Duke of Jingyang's residence? Heaven, it couldn't be that bad, could it?

  At this moment, her small face turned pale as paper, but unfortunately the black powder on her face was too much and didn't show through at all.

  The young master glanced at her, raised his chin slightly, and said with a bit of arrogance: "You're quite clever for a child, very good!" After speaking, he turned around and left. As he moved, the six marquises on either side also moved in unison, their faces expressionless, wearing cowhide armor and copper chest plates, holding spears. Although there were only six of them, they moved with a heavy and powerful gait, their movements neat and tidy, yet somehow menacing. Their momentum was even more overwhelming than that of the twenty swordsmen!

  It turns out I performed too well just now!

  Wei Luo was both scared and bitter in her mouth. She hung her head, listlessly following the group of young swordsmen, slowly walking away.

  Outside the courtyard, a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages and tall steeds had been waiting there for some time. The young men one by one mounted the carriages, while the swordsmen rode the steeds. Only Wei Luo looked left and right for a moment before reluctantly climbing onto a carriage to sit with four other young men.

  Four young men were all fifteen or sixteen years old, and one of them was quite handsome. At this time, they were huddled together, lifting the car curtain to look at the scenery outside.

  Wei Luo hung her head, and suddenly felt a little regretful, thinking that she should leave the caravan. But as soon as this thought arose, she herself shivered with cold, looking out at the vast expanse of white outside, where one could see frozen corpses with just a glance, if she really left the caravan without any preparation, how would she be able to survive?

  She thought for a long time and found that she could only choose to calm down and respond to each move. She had been in the Song Girl team for so long, and no one had seen through her disguise, which greatly boosted her confidence, this was the main reason why she could calm down.