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Qin Yaru felt a sense of relief in her heart, and her face glowed with added radiance. The donkey cart moved slowly, unaware that her earlier words had been overheard by someone in the tavern across the street.
In a window seat, surrounded by swirling incense smoke, a figure sat by the window. As the smoke was gently blown away by the breeze, the person's true appearance was revealed—a strikingly handsome face that could captivate anyone.
With a face like jade, eyebrows like ink paintings, hair neatly styled, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and slightly thin lips that conveyed three parts coldness and seven parts charm, he wore a long robe of deep purple. Adorning his head was a Purple Gold Crown, exuding an air of nobility.
It was said that Pan Yue possessed both beauty and grace. In his youth, he had traveled along the roads of Luoyang, and any woman who encountered him would be enchanted.
The handsome man before us was no less impressive. If not for the slight arrogance in his eyes and the strange aura surrounding him, it would be hard to tell he was not someone to be trifled with. With burly guards by his side, even in this place where people were generally not aggressive, he would still attract attention.
Initially, he had only been listening to the conversation across the street, captivated by the soft and enchanting female voice and the interesting story being told. But upon seeing Qin Yaru supporting Sister Wang as she stepped down from the cart—her figure resembling a delicate willow swaying in the wind—he was struck by her beauty and grace. Her entire demeanor was so captivating that he found himself at a loss for words.
The man gasped in surprise and took a moment to regain his composure before exclaiming, "I didn't expect to find such a beauty here. Even compared to Princess Yinyin, she is not lacking."
He stood up, unable to resist the urge to chase after her. However, an elderly man with white hair beside him firmly held him back and anxiously said, "Yuan Ying, soon Da Lang will send someone to pick you up; you mustn't wander off."
The young man’s face turned pale with anger but ultimately sat back down reluctantly. No matter how beautiful Qin Yaru was, he dared not disobey his elder brother's orders.
Qin Yaru remained oblivious to the fact that she had caught someone's eye as she made her way home without any hindrance.
Rumors spread quickly in any era.
At this moment, there were many idle men in the marketplace; local life felt somewhat dull, and even slightly interesting events could be talked about for a long time. How much more so for such an extraordinary story as what had happened today!
Just a day after Qin Yaru and Sister Wang returned to Chen Family Village, everyone in the village knew about it. By the next day, someone had even written a humorous piece titled "Beautiful Wife Wanders into Hell; Simple Zhou Erlang Suffers in Yin River," which was sung in taverns and teahouses throughout the area.
Zhou Erlang has gained a bit of fame!
Qin Yaru walked back slowly from the back mountain with a bamboo basket, followed closely by Da Lang, who was also carrying two gray wild rabbits on his back. Although they weren't particularly fat, they were still quite heavy.
At Da Lang's age, he stumbled along the mountain path, struggling under the weight of the rabbits, which pressed painfully on his shoulders and made him sweat profusely. Yet, he seemed completely unaware of his discomfort, his face lit up with excitement, especially when he looked at Qin Yaru, his eyes already hinting at a sense of admiration.
Though he couldn't quite understand how Qin Yaru managed to catch the fastest and hardest-to-hunt wild rabbits using just some bamboo strips and grass ropes, he knew that aside from a few hunters in the village, no one else could find food in the mountains. Her mother must be incredibly skilled.
Qin Yaru had followed Gao Feng and Nan Hai Bei around in her youth. Even a girl as gentle and virtuous as she was had to learn to fend for herself when food was scarce. All her knowledge of survival in the wild came from Gao Feng's antics.
As soon as they reached their doorstep, Qin Yaru saw two women standing under the shade of a tree with laundry basins.
"You mean Consort Qin really went to the underworld?"
"Do you even know what kind of person Consort Qin is? The entire Qin Family is known for their kindness, building bridges and roads, providing porridge and medicine every year. Even though their family has fallen on hard times, everyone knows that Qin Xiangong must have been wronged. Consort Qin is always gentle and virtuous; how could she lie?"
The speaker was a woman about thirty years old, wearing a jade hairpin.
The other woman, dressed in a patchwork blue floral skirt, sighed at this: "Yes, Consort Qin is a good person... But I heard that Zhou Erlang was caught by the ghost messengers and is headed for the Frying Pan. I think Zhou Erlang is an honest man; how could this happen?"
The woman with the hairpin hesitated for a moment before speaking mysteriously in a low voice: "You don't know? Don't be fooled by Zhou Erlang's honest appearance; he's actually quite cunning. You know Old Ma from the east side of the village? I heard that he was tricked into gambling by him and ended up losing all five acres of his good farmland. That land was bought by none other than Zhou Erlang!"
"What are you talking about!"
Suddenly, a loud shout erupted as Mrs. Sun, her face flushed with anger, rushed out of the yard with a broom and swung it at the two women.
The two were startled, but fortunately reacted in time to dodge. Even so, their hairpins were disheveled, and they immediately felt angry. The one wearing flowers reached out and pushed her back a couple of steps. Watching her seethe with rage, she sneered and said, "Others don't want to argue with a shrew like you to avoid losing face, but I, Zhang Chunhua, am not afraid. If you dare to make a move again, don't blame me for being rude."
Zhang Chunhua's father was a bodyguard, and she was tall and strong, possessing some skills. In Chen Family Village, she was considered a prominent figure. Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth in anger but only dared to curse and did not dare to retaliate.
As a result, the louder she cursed, the more the whispers from the surroundings grew.
At first, the voices of Zhang Chunhua and the other person were not very low; their words clearly reached the ears of those nearby. Many villagers who were out working in the fields or fetching water stopped to watch.
However, the commotion quickly came to an end when Zhou Erlang from the Zhou family emerged with a dark expression, grabbed Mrs. Sun's hand, muttered a few words, and pulled his wife back home.
Though Mrs. Sun was reluctant, she obediently followed along. She could not help but glare at Qin Yaru when she turned around; her gaze was fierce enough to seem like she wanted to eat someone, yet it also carried a hint of fear.
Qin Yaru led Da Lang to their doorstep and watched this spectacle with surprise. She truly did not expect that rumors would spread so widely; something that happened in the county town had quickly reached everyone in the village. However, although these rumors involved her as well, their impact on her was minimal, and she did not take them to heart.
It was evident that the Zhou couple could hardly bear it. Although Mrs. Sun remained as irritable as ever, her eyes were red and her complexion haggard, showing signs of being fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.
As for Zhou Erlang, after just two days of absence, he had several more wrinkles on his face and looked considerably older; his complexion was dark, his lips were pale blue, and he had even called for a doctor yesterday.
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