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  Just as she was thinking of a countermeasure, the most beautiful boy's voice suppressed his excitement and said: "I have long heard that the son of Zunling is kind, wise and wise, and has three thousand guests. Anyone who has talent, regardless of their background, will be heavily used. Being able to go to his mansion is really a blessing for us, maybe there is an opportunity to fly high!"

  What? This young man actually has such ambition?

  Wei Luo raised her head and looked at the young man who was speaking.

  This young man had a slender eyebrow and phoenix eyes, with a high nose bridge and fair skin. The sharp chin added a touch of tenderness to his face. If he were to wear women's clothes, he would be indistinguishable from ordinary beauties, and it would be impossible to tell that he had such ambitions.

  The young man's voice fell, and a big-eyed youth next to him sighed: "Su, you say that the Gongzi of Jingling is talented, but where do we come from?" He looked at the beautiful young man and said bitterly: "I can only recognize my own name, and I've never even held a pen. What talent could possibly attract the attention of the Gongzi of Jingling?"

  She tightly closed her small mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

  It was the handsome young man with a wine mole who sat in the innermost seat, smiling and saying slowly and softly: "We were born to serve the nobles, as long as we can gain the favor of the nobles, this life will be rich and noble, why think too much?"

  The carriage suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of wooden wheels rolling on stone and snow coming continuously: "Ge zi ge zi".

  After a while, the beautiful young man named Su looked at Wei Luo and suddenly said: "How should I address you, brother?"

  "Wei Luo didn't think he would ask about himself, so he smiled and replied softly: 'My name is Wei Luo.'"

  "What's your surname?"

  "Is your surname Wei?"

  "Are you a noble?"

  "Huh, your accent sounds like a Vietnamese person." At that moment, all four young men spoke up at the same time.

  Among the chaotic and confusing voices of inquiry, Wei Luo smiled slightly and didn't answer any of them.

  Many young people asked at the same time, and after looking at each other, Su spoke again. "Wei Luo, in your opinion, should a person live between heaven and earth by relying on luck and wealth, or should they stand firm between heaven and earth with their own ability?"

  Four young men looked at Wei Luo simultaneously, eagerly waiting for her response. Judging from their expressions, this debate seemed to have been ongoing for a long time and had never yielded an answer that satisfied everyone.

  Wei Luo blinked her eyes, and suddenly discovered that these young men who should have been very unfortunate, actually had passion, enthusiasm, dreams, doubts, and were full of vitality!

  Wei Luo smiled and replied in a low voice, "Whether it's living a life of mediocrity or achieving success through one's own abilities, it's all a matter of personal choice. Everyone has their own aspirations, and you can't force someone to be something they're not."

  As soon as Wei Luo said this, the four young men's eyes widened simultaneously.

  Weiduo Zheng was slightly surprised, and had already sighed: "Indeed, it is a noble birth, but can one live in such a way? Everyone has their own aspirations, and cannot be forced. These words are all like pearls, indeed a noble person, truly extraordinary!"

  The young man with wine-colored pupils smiled with his eyes narrowed into a line, sizing up Wei Luo from head to toe, "It's a pity that you're not particularly good-looking, otherwise Master Mei would have heavily cultivated you."

  The big-eyed boy tilted his head, furrowed his brow and pondered Wei Luo's words. Gradually, the four of them began to argue in hushed tones. What they were arguing about was the point of view that Wei Luo had mentioned.

  Wei Luo's point of view has become a self-evident theory in later generations. The four young people thought about it carefully and the more they thought, the more they felt it was right.

  Weiluo didn't have the mood to enjoy their admiring glances, she turned her head to look at the streets outside. In an instant, she became worried again. Thinking that she had walked into a trap by coming here, Weiluo felt like she couldn't breathe.

  Wei's gloomy and unhappy expression affected the four young men, who opened their mouths several times wanting to talk to her, but after looking at her expression, they didn't dare.

  Jingling Gongzi was the eighth son of the Marquis of Jin. His mansion was very large, located on the left path of the North City, occupying a full thousand acres.

  The procession drove for an hour before arriving at the Gongzi Mansion of Jingling, and through the high stone wall, Weiluo discovered that the procession had turned a corner, passing by the main gate, the first side gate, the second side gate, until it finally entered through the fourth side gate.

  As he drove into the fourth side gate, Wei Luo glanced at Gao Zhan who was riding his horse and thought to himself: Since he came from the Song Girl Caravan, he could only enter through the fourth side gate. He wondered if a proud man like him would be dissatisfied with this arrangement.

  Of course, the Wei Luo saw Gao Yi's handsome face was expressionless, and it was impossible to see any emotions. As for Cheng Xi, when Wei Luo inadvertently glanced over, he happened to be staring intensely at her. At this moment, Wei Luo was startled and shrank back, while he silently smiled, revealing his dazzling white teeth.

  The carriage drove in through one of the four gates and stopped in a garden. The young men and swordsmen got out one after another.

  The garden was bustling with people, what a lively scene. Listening carefully, there were many women's giggles in the noise. Wei Luo stuck his head out of the carriage and exclaimed, "Wow! So many beauties!"

  There were twenty or thirty beautiful young girls, some smiling, some covering their mouths, and some raising their heads to take a closer look. Of course, all of these girls had work in their hands. Upon closer inspection, they were all dressed as maidservants. Wei Luo looked again at the trees in the garden, where many curious faces were peeking out from between the branches. Among these people, there were men and women, old and young, all stretching their heads to eagerly look at them in the carriages.

  Among the laughter of these people, the swordsmen jumped off the carriage first. As soon as they dismounted, a white-faced man in his thirties with a scholar's hat walked up proudly and shouted: "Who is Gao Yifei?"

  Gao Yi took a step forward and clasped his hands together, saying: "What instructions does Your Excellency have?"

  That white-faced scholar looked him up and down, smiled and said: "So you're the number one swordsman Gao Xian? Very good, follow me."

  "Agreed."

  Many swordsmen followed the white-faced scholar far away, and Wei Luo only reacted: damn it, they left, what can I do? Ah, I'm not a swordsman anyway, and it's impossible for me to be arranged with them from the beginning.

  When Wei Luo was lost in thought, the group of young people also got off the carriage.

  Everyone has been waiting for them.

  As expected, as soon as the young men got off the car, their laughter grew much louder. The girls pointed at them and evaluated them from head to toe. Every time they saw a young man blush with embarrassment due to their teasing, the giggles filled with delight.

  In such a situation, Wei Luo took a deep breath and finally got off the horse carriage.

  As expected.

  She got off the horse carriage, and her giggles stopped abruptly. Then, a young girl's voice called out: "Oh my! How did a black-skinned mouse get mixed in with the white rabbits?"

  The girl's voice was loud and clear, full of emotion and amazement.

  Wei Luo's little face turned red all the way down to her neck.

  At this time, another girl moved. She ran towards Wei Luo and said while running: "Ah! Let me get closer to see if he is black-skinned like jade, a black rabbit rather than an old mouse!"

  The girl's words had just been transmitted, and a burst of snickering came from the group of young men around Wei Luo. However, although the boys were snickering, there was no malice in their laughter, but rather amusement.

  Before long, the girl ran up in front of Wei Luo.

  She suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring blankly at Wei Luo's face, then loudly gasped and asked: "You, Hei Chou, how did you end up among them?"

  "Wei Luo couldn't bear it anymore. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said slowly: 'Firstly, I have a name and surname, called Wei Luo, not an old mouse.'"

  The crowd's snickering grew louder by two degrees.

  Wei Luo pretended not to hear and continued in a calm and clear voice: "Secondly, I am literate, not an uneducated young man."