Two corpses were left on the street, and whether it was the common people or the team members, they all took it for granted. The crowd continued to chat and laugh, advancing forward, without a single person paying attention to the two corpses lying horizontally, nor did anyone stand up to say half a word.

  It wasn't until Wei Luo had walked another two hundred meters that a donkey cart finally passed by, and two large men wearing bamboo armor tossed the two corpses onto the cart. After shouting loudly, they drove off towards the city outskirts. The donkey cart went far away, but the blood from the young man's corpse still splattered onto the streets from time to time, only to be trampled underfoot by the crowd.

  Wei Luo stared blankly ahead, and after a long while, her chest suddenly churned with a wave of nausea.

  She didn't notice that at this moment, two swordsmen had been dispatched by the motorcade to scatter among the laborers and guard them.

  "What's wrong?"

  It was the voice of Yuanliu, a young man with a round face seventeen years old. Wei Luo took a deep breath and turned to look at him.

  Since entering the city, he had been shrinking back, trying to shrink himself into a ball, wishing that no one in the world could see him. Now his waist and back were straight as a pen, and there was even a smile on his round face.

  He turned his head and looked at Wei Luo with admiration, saying: "You really have a majestic aura like a tiger, although you are young, but you have the demeanor of a dignified husband."

  Wei Luo received his praise, but only smiled faintly. She had just watched two corpses being quietly dragged out, presumably to be thrown into some corner outside the city, and couldn't bring herself to smile.

  Yuanyuan's face was calm and expressionless, not showing any joy. She glanced at Weiluo carefully and said, "Because of your matter, the person in charge has taken notice of this place, so we can walk safely from now on."

  Wei Luo smiled again and suddenly asked: "I want to learn swordsmanship, is it possible?"

  Round face seventeen stunned.

  Wei Luo looked at him seriously.

  Yuán Liǎn Seventeen shook his head, sizing up her slender arms and legs, and smiled: "You're so thin and small, completely useless, how can you learn sword fighting?"

  Wei Luo furrowed her brow and replied, "I'm just learning swordplay, being physically weak shouldn't be a problem, right?"

  Yuán Liǎn shí qī zhuàn xiàng nà xiē jiàn kè men, "Nà dì kàn qù, nǎ ge jiàn kè bú shì gāo dà kuí wěi?"

  He said this, seeing Wei Luo still looking unconvinced, and so smiled: "If you don't believe me, you can ask others. You're so weak and small, yet you want to learn sword fighting - whatever you do, don't casually ask the swordsmen, or they'll think you're humiliating them, and your life will be in danger!"

  Xia Wei Luo was really stunned.

  She raised her head to look at the street, glanced left for a few moments, then turned to glance right for a few moments. After looking around in all directions, she suddenly realized that among the pedestrians on the street, every single swordsman was indeed tall and majestic.

  Isn't it difficult to learn swordsmanship if one's body shape isn't suitable? Wei Luo furrowed her brow in confusion.

  She took the lesson to heart, and when she glanced around at the swordsmen, her eyes only swept past each of them without lingering on anyone in particular, devoid of any malice. She didn't want to stir up more trouble.

  The fleet slowly drove into the bustling main road of Yicheng, and as soon as it entered, the street immediately became twice as wide, and the number of people coming and going also doubled.

  Here, the pedestrians on the street were no longer dominated by swordsmen. By Weiluo's ear, the sound of orioles and swallows began to appear, and beside her, a horse-drawn carriage would occasionally pass by. The lifted curtain would reveal one face after another, either dignified or beautiful, of noble people.

  The increase in the number of noble people has also made the streets more orderly. Wei Luo noticed that when some small collisions occurred here, both parties often turned around and walked away without any bloody incidents.

  After observing for a while, Wei Luo looked at Yuan Face Seventeen and asked: "Is it possible that we don't have to be afraid here?"

  Yuán Liǎn shí qī diǎn le diǎn tóu, tā zhèng tái zhe tóu, jìn jìn yǒu wèi de dǎ liàng zhe niǔ zhe yāo gù xíng zài jiē dào shàng de shàonǚ men, "ràn yě, cǐ jiān duō guì rén, bú shì hàn yǒng chāo qún zhī rén, bù gǎn qīng yì shēng shì jī nù guì rén."

  So that's how it is.

  By this time, the laborers had scattered and were going their separate ways, each one squeezing to either side of the street. Unconsciously, Wei Luo and Yuan Zhi Xi also squeezed to the sides of the street.

  She was watching around when she suddenly heard the voice of Yuan Lianqie beside her, "The lotus leaf is kiosk, the bright moon is round, may I ask the good girl, dare to make an appointment?"

  What?

  Wei Luo quickly turned her head around.

  All that can be seen is a round face, seventeen years old, tightly accompanying a girl with a hemp skirt and a wooden crotch, smiling at people, her eyes staring straight at her bulging chest, swinging buttocks.

  Obviously, Yuan Lishi's sudden behavior was a compliment to this ordinary-looking girl with only rosy cheeks and a youthful appearance. She blushed and glanced at Yuan Lishi with a mixture of annoyance and delight, speaking in a slightly arrogant tone with a Chu accent: "Young master comes and goes hastily, but enjoys himself for one night; what about tomorrow?"

  Yuanyuan's face turned pale at the age of seventeen, and she was stunned by his words.

  Noticing his silence, the girl looked up at him with an ordinary face flowing with expectation. "The sky is bright and the water is far away, in March there are peaches, in August you can pick lotus flowers, my hometown is full of beautiful scenery, why don't we go together?"

  The round-faced seventeen didn't say a word, but Wei Luo's eyes were wide open. She had heard clearly that the girl in front of her was asking if she could spend the night with her and leave tomorrow. The girl even praised her hometown, saying it was "heavenly high and water far away, with peaches in March and lotus flowers in July", directly inviting Round Face Seventeen to return home and settle down with her.

  Heaven, isn't it so wonderful that she also got to see such a magical encounter?

  At this time, Wei Luo's eyes were shining brightly with extreme excitement.

  In Weiluo's expectation, the girl's expectation, Yuanyan seventeen finally finished thinking. He saw him seriously looking at the girl twice, shaking his head and saying in a low voice: "Fragrant grass is everywhere, and the young man is happy to travel all over the world."

  As soon as his voice fell, the girl immediately looked disappointed and disheartened. She bit her lip, bowed to the round-faced seventeen-year-old, turned around and quickly walked away, and in a moment, the figure disappeared from Weiluo's line of sight.

  Wei Luo saw the round face of Seventeen, with a look of melancholy gazing at the distant figure of the girl. She couldn't help but feel a little amused: this Seventeen was really too straightforward, he actually told the girl that there were beautiful girls everywhere, and he liked to search for them all over the world. This man, who spoke of his infidelity with such nonchalance.

  But in this regard, Wei Luo was overthinking. People of this era were clear-cut in their love and hate, with straightforward thoughts. If a couple hit it off, they would sleep together immediately, or even move in together directly. If they didn't click, they would directly tell the other person their thoughts, although it might be a bit cruel, but also direct and clear, without entanglements and troubles.

  Yuán liǎn shí qī yī liǎn chàng rán de mù sòng zhe shào nǚ yuǎn lí, liáng jiǔ cháng tàn yī shēng. Tā huí guò shén hòu, biàn gǎn dào le wèi luò de mù guāng.

  Wei Luo raised his eyes and couldn't help but smile, saying: "A beauty has an appointment, why doesn't she come?"

  Yuanyuan smiled and replied: "Indeed a beauty, let's go."

  This kid, it turns out he refused because he thought the girl's appearance wasn't beautiful enough, not a beauty. Wei Luo pouted.