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Jiangnan, Yangzhou, Yuhang County.

As a well-known city throughout the ages, Yuhang City was not only the prefectural city of Yuhang, but also the prefecture city of Yangzhou. Even though it was snowing heavily in the winter, pedestrians continued to pass by. The streets were bustling with activity, and the sounds of people hawking and shouting were even more lively.

As a township in the south of the Yangtze River, the city of Yuhang was naturally filled with rivers and lakes.

There is a poet's voice:

At the end of the North Kwo Sha Dike, at the end of the West Lake. Spring send guest, red candle night return boat.

These two lines were precisely talking about the beauty of Yuhang.

"Miss, the sound of your zither is getting better and better."

On the boat at the west lake, a green-clothed female servant around sixteen to seventeen years old praised the young lady who was sitting at the side with her eyes closed as she stroked her zither.

The young girl wore a yellow coat with golden threads, and an exquisite fur hat. The clothes worn during the dead of winter made her seem somewhat bloated. However, her calm and elegant demeanor, as well as her exceptional beauty, attracted the attention of many noble young masters on the ship.

"Aiya, stop it. How was the bullet in my song pleasant to listen to? The winter snow has become even stronger these days, and even my hands have turned cold. Just now, I bounced off a few wrong spots. "

The girl rubbed her hands as she complained while exhaling hot air.

However, the maid standing next to her didn't seem to mind.

She pointed to a handsome young man standing below the platform.

"Miss, don't be modest. "Look, for the sake of listening to your zither music, even that young master from the Li family has come. In this entire Yuhang, and even the entire Yangzhou, just how many of the younger generation can compare to this young master Li?"

"Even this Young Master Li came to listen to Miss' music. Doesn't that mean Miss is playing well?" "Lady, if you marry him, I can marry you too."

The maid who called herself Wan-Er brought hot tea for the girl while laughing.

Beside the youth surnamed Li, other than the few young masters sitting in the same seat, there were also six other dignified and extraordinary guards. The guard's expression was solemn and silent, as if he was telling everyone how extraordinary his identity was.

"Him?"

The young girl glanced at the young man and a complicated expression appeared in her eyes.

The young man's name was Li Zhijun, and he was the son of Yangzhou's richest man, Li Qianrong.

Back in the previous dynasty, the Li family was the rich and famous family in Jiangnan. It was said that when the Tang Dynasty's Emperor Taizu had started his army, the Li family had taken out a large amount of money to support them.

As a result, although no one in the Li family was an official, due to the deeds of their ancestors, in the entire Yangzhou and even in Jiangnan, no one dared to touch the Li family.

Even the powerful officials of the imperial court, such as the Supreme Commander of a prefecture, had to show some respect when they saw the Li family's Patriarch, Li Qianrong.

Thinking about this, the girl rolled her eyes and said, "If you like him, you can marry him yourself. I don't want to marry him anyway."

She was originally from Minzhou, but because of the changes in her family eight years ago, she had no choice but to follow her parents and come to Yuhang to do business.

In her heart, she had always been thinking about the playmate she had played with back in the small town called Ning Tai, the son of the county that Ning Tai had lived in.

How is the man now? Would she think of him often?

"Aiya, Miss, with that expression of yours, did you think of your playmate back then?" Wan-Er sighed, "It has been so many years. Why can't you forget it?"

"It has been eight years and your playmate is almost eighteen years old. Maybe he already has a family, and even a child. Miss, you are the only one who can't forget about that person."