After greeting the scholars, when he looked up again, the pretty figure had vanished without a trace.
He raised his hand to rub his eyes and looked around.
In desperation, he limped over to where the veiled girl had stood.
He grabbed a young man passing by and asked, "Brother, have you seen a woman wearing a white veil?"
Seeing that the man did not answer, he anxiously pointed to his forehead, "She has a red beauty mark between her eyebrows, just like a fairy descended from heaven."
The man flicked his sleeve, and Yang Mao stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"What nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight? You cripple, are you so desperate for a woman that you've developed hysteria?"
The man spoke with sarcasm, flicked his sleeve, and continued walking forward.
Yang Mao stood there blankly, muttering, "It's true, I saw her. She was just here a moment ago, how could she have disappeared?"
Passersby, seeing him muttering to himself endlessly like a madman, cast sympathetic glances at him.
At this moment, Jiang Shuyue had already entered a large gate opposite Guixiang Street.
The courtyard was very large, complete with waterside pavilions, lotus ponds, and towers. Even the furniture inside the house was there, all made of peach wood and cedar wood, exquisitely crafted and sturdy.
The garden was large, and the flowers inside were in full bloom. Next to the back yard, there was an empty space with uneven soil, where perhaps the homeowner had taken away the precious flowers and plants that were once planted when they moved.
Seeing that Jiang Shuyue was only briefly visiting the place, the matchmaker became anxious and hurriedly bowed and asked, "Miss, how is it? Does this courtyard suit your taste?"
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