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"No, I just admire you; you're really amazing." No matter how the young man found out, the bottom line is that he was very impressive.
Liu Qingxi did not realize that in front of the young man, she unconsciously displayed a feminine demeanor.
Yang Yichen's standard smile encouraged many girls to muster their courage and approach him. After all, he was the Scholar Lord, and on top of that, he was so handsome. What should they do? Their hearts were about to leap out of their chests.
Liu Qingxi was unaware of the psychological activities of the other girls, but Yang Yichen noticed their gazes.
Frowning, he disliked the way other women looked at him. Of course, if it were a different target, he would be quite pleased.
"Qingxi, come and see if this works! How is it? Not bad, right?" Zhang Tiegen couldn't wait to show off to someone; this was his first attempt after all. He personally took charge and led people to work.
It had been years since he had done this. For a long time, he had only coordinated the overall situation while a few people worked under him.
But today, because of Liu Qingxi, he made an exception.
" Miss Liu is here! Welcome, welcome!"
Whether it was the workers from Ten Li Pu or the villagers from Sanhe Village, Liu Qingxi was the one who saved them from dire straits.
The middle-aged man's gaze towards her was like that of an elder looking at a junior, but why did his face turn red after so many years?
Yang Yichen's face grew darker. If the infatuated gazes from other girls made him feel disgusted, then the young man's gaze towards Liu Qingxi ignited his fury.
He wished he could block their eyes so they wouldn't look at her even once.
However, he could only think about it in his heart, feeling extremely frustrated.
Every minute and every second was torment for him; this was an instinct of male animals to protect their mates, even though it seemed that there was no relationship between the two at the moment.
A cold aura that seemed to say "do not approach" surrounded Liu Qingxi, and no one could get close. Within two meters, people were shivering from the cold. What was going on? It was quite baffling.
Of course, they had no idea that some people's pressure could intimidate them; they just thought they were feeling unwell.
Finally, time passed second by second, and Yang Yichen kept a vigilant watch against outsiders, not allowing anyone to come near.
"Shall we go back?"
That was exactly the sentence he had been waiting for, Yang Yichen thought silently.
But it didn't matter; there would come a time when everyone would know.
In the carriage, Yang Yichen took out Liu Qingxi's favorite pastries and brewed a pot of tea with golden silk charcoal. After they had eaten and drunk enough, Ten Li Pu arrived.
"Thank you!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Yang Yichen suddenly reached out and patted her head.
Liu Qingxi stiffened suddenly; she had never been this close to a boy before.
"You have a leaf on your head; let me take it off." He opened his palm, and sure enough, a leaf from an elm tree lay quietly in his hand.
Liu Qingxi's face suddenly turned red, what should she do? How embarrassing! She was overthinking it.
Liu Qingxi was a coward; she had never been in a relationship before. The moment of her heart racing made it hard for her to calm down.
And what happened? He just helped her remove a leaf. She really was overthinking.
Yang Yichen loved Liu Qingxi's fair and rosy complexion, and when he smiled, his two dimples were sweet.
The fluffy sensation still lingered; she wanted to touch it again.
As he moved the fallen leaves in his hand, Yang Yichen slightly stirred, causing a few leaves from above to flutter down and land right in his palm. As for the excuse to touch her head, it was just that—an excuse.
How could Liu Qingxi possibly see the scheming heart hidden beneath his calm facade?
There were differences between men and women. In the bustling village, even if most people didn't gossip, just one or two could ruin your reputation in an instant.
“Qingxi, I'm leaving!”
“Okay, make sure to rest well. With exams and the long journey, you must be tired.” For some reason, Liu Qingxi sensed a pitiful feeling from his brief five words.
Recently, Yang Yichen's actions always made her feel a bit confused yet sweet: “Liu Qingxi, have you lost your mind? How old are you? Still acting all cute and fresh about love? Are you joking?”
“Stop! I can't think about this anymore. You need to focus on working hard and making money, understand? You have someone to take care of.”
"What is love, really? Does it even exist? In this so-called Peaceful Era and Socialist Society, isn't it normal for three or four to be involved? Especially in this era where Concubines are accepted and legal?"
"A woman must rely on herself, do you understand? Only by relying on herself can she have confidence."
Liu Qingxi said this to remind herself repeatedly not to get lost in romantic feelings. Although she lacked experience, she knew that the one who falls first is often the one who gets hurt the most.
With her status as an orphan, the truth is that the Feudal Society is really hard to accept.
Although Yang Yichen is good in every aspect—truly, there are no faults to be found—the more perfect he seems, the less she dares to think positively. Whether it's her ostrich mentality or her timidity, perhaps it's also due to a cultivated sense of inferiority that makes her hesitant to accept others' kindness.
Perhaps others simply don't really like her? This is a question she often asks herself.
It is this timid mindset that has kept her alone. In a new era, compared to modern times, she has achieved remarkable things, yet she still doesn't dare to open her heart easily.
The other protagonist of the story slowly departs. It's okay; he has the patience to approach her step by step, gradually helping her to accept him.
But thinking of her darker side, the smile on the young man's face gradually fades away.
Will this pair of infatuated Youths have a bright future?
Will fate arrange for them to sail smoothly?
At the same time, in the northernmost city of Western Moon, a large group of robust men with bushy beards riding agile horses suddenly approached.
Wherever they passed, there was burning, killing, and looting; they committed every kind of atrocity, leaving nothing behind.
In half an hour, they moved as if through an uninhabited land, arriving and departing in haste, carrying away their spoils of war, including food, chickens, ducks, and women.
They left in triumph, with only the rising smoke of destruction remaining.
The soldiers stationed there were completely unaware. By the time they received news and hurried to pursue, the bandits had long vanished without a trace.
Only the looted village remained, with dazed children and several blood-splattered corpses.
"Who are you? Who has such audacity?" a robust man in his forties with a handlebar mustache shouted furiously.
"What are you doing? So many people and such a commotion, yet you didn't notice? What have you been doing?"
"General, please calm your anger; this general's subordinate knows his crime!"
"This general's subordinate knows his crime; please punish him!" Voices echoed in response.
The already furious general became even angrier. They were all just stating the obvious; what good was that? If it weren't for the Western Moon, who would bother with these people?
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