Chapter 237: The Things You Borrowed Have Never Been Returned
Not long after Qin Feng left, Jiang Yexin dismissed the other disciples of the Hundred Flower Sect and curiously asked, How can you ask him to take the initiative to lift your nieces black veil? Isnt that something that cant be taken off at will?
My niece has a somewhat proud personality. She clearly likes certain things very much but is unwilling to compete with others. Seeing her like this, her aunt feels quite distressed. Since thats the case, if I can help a little, Ill help a little. Cang Mu sighed softly.
Jiang Yexin seemed to understand something and asked in surprise, That person is your nieces lover in the remote small town? How did you know? Wait a moment its that hairpin!
Yes, for that girl, actively giving a gift to a man is a first-time occurrence. She probably isnt even aware of it herself.
But hasnt that Young Man Qin already married? Just now he said the poem was written for his wife.
Although having multiple wives and concubines is quite common in the Great Qian Dynasty, Jiang Yexin understood that her close friend, with her special status, and the proud women in her family, would not share a husband with other women. Moreover, their elders were quite stubborn about this.
Cang Mu, after hearing this, touched her forehead and said, Ordinary women have no qualifications to compete with us for men, even if they are already married. We can always find a way to make those ignorant foxes give up. But his wife is different; its not practical to try to send her away.
The words sounded a bit arrogant and unreasonable, but Jiang Yexin felt there was no problem with it. She even agreed, as she didnt want anyone to share her husband in the future.
However, the focus of the conversation just now was apparently not on this point. Jiang Yexin, knowing the strength of her lazy friends family, asked in surprise, Since even you said that, who exactly is his wife?
That person, you definitely know her. She returned to the Myriad Sword Sect not long ago, Cang Mu said slowly.
Jiang Yexin was first stunned, then her red lips opened, showing a shocked expression. The person youre talking about couldnt be Liu Jianli, could it?
Who else could it be besides her? Oh, my niece has a good eye for men. This young man will definitely become a great figure in the future. Its just a pity that her luck is a bit lacking; she picked such a strong opponent. If Liu Jianli successfully passes the Heaven and Earth Confirmation this time, she will be the youngest Third Stage Swordsman in history.
As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to sense something and stood up.
What are you going to do? Jiang Yexin asked curiously.
Im going to see an old guy.
In a restaurant room, the old man Bai Li sat alone at a table, pouring himself a drink.
Outside the window, with beautiful flowers and clear wind, the bustling scenery was captivating, suitable for accompanying drinks.
Bai Li poured himself a full glass of wine, took a sip, and said leisurely, Fate is not only determined by heavenly will; one must also strive for it themselves.
Heh. Cang Mu sneered, not taking it seriously.
After three rounds of drinking, Cang Mu got up to leave.
The old man spoke in a deep voice, When the divine craftsman obliterated the heart of the Garuda King with the Flames of Annihilation,Nan Tianlong, to be on the safe side, went to guard the Zhenling Pass. And the Garuda King has woken up.
Cang Mus light blue pupils slightly widened, then she exhaled and said, I see. I will inform the old master.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Qin Feng and his party of four walked out of the tavern.
Black Charcoal Head went to the stable and brought the carriage. Qin Fengs father, who couldnt buy tea leaves last night, looked a bit puzzled.
Qin Feng knowingly asked, Dad, did you manage to buy the tea leaves smoothly last night?
Dad shook his head. Without speaking, he just wanted to ponder quietly about what had happened to the world and why tea leaves had become so expensive.
With a neigh, Black Charcoal Head drove the carriage to the entrance of the tavern.
After Dad and the master entered the carriage, Qin Feng reached out to pull the curtain.
However, he remembered something and retracted his hand, sitting back down next to Xing Sheng.
Forget it, its only a few hours of travel anyway. Endure it a bit longer
Hed rather endure the cold than smell that sour scent.
Black Charcoal Head raised the reins, the horse hooves clattered, and the four of them set off again.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the tavern where Qin Feng and the others stayed last night, a young man in green clothes sat by the window drinking tea. His eyes followed them through the cracks until the carriage disappeared from view.
A young boy stood beside him, reporting something, mostly about Qin Feng.
He is the husband of Liu Jianli? Luo Yu carefully examined the contents on the paper in his hand, looking somewhat surprised.
Then he thought of the poem Qin Feng wrote last night and exclaimed, The woman in the poem is Liu Jianli, It seems that this poem is not disrespectful at all