Did people in ancient times value appearance?
They do watch it, but it's mostly high-ranking officials and wealthy people who have that kind of fetish for watching it.
Even daughters from wealthy families had to be married to someone of equal social standing.
How could she marry a man just because he's good-looking, without wanting anything in return?
Even if I wanted to, my parents wouldn't allow it.
Even princesses are no exception; how many commoners are the husbands of princes?
Eight out of ten were selected from the list of successful candidates during the scientific expedition.
The third-ranking scholar was only chosen for his handsome appearance, so that he could be chosen as a husband by the daughters of princesses and high-ranking officials.
Fortunately, Jinlu doesn't rely on his looks to make a living.
He washed his sweat-dampened face with the stream water and then set off.
After walking for about 20 minutes, we finally reached the other side of the low hill.
There aren't many people here.
Jinlu confidently picked up the dead branches, cutting off any larger pieces he encountered.
"oops--"
Suddenly, a sweet, delicate voice came from behind.
Jinlu stopped what he was doing and looked back.
There was a young woman I didn't recognize sitting on the ground, rubbing her ankle.
It looks like he fell.
He put down his basket and machete and went over.
Although he was bothered to death by the girls in the village during this period, Jinlu was also a kind young man who liked to help others.
"What happened to you? Did you fall?"
As soon as Jin Lu finished asking the question, he saw the woman on the ground slowly raise her head. Her eyes were filled with tears, which was very touching. Her face was only the size of a palm, her skin was fair, and her eyebrows were slightly drooping, making people want to cherish her.
"I twisted my ankle, it hurts so much—"
The woman's tears finally fell.
They fell to the ground like pearls, disappearing into the soil.
This fragile appearance tugged at Jinlu's heart.
"Are you alright? Can you walk? Let me help you sit on that rock over there. The ground is dirty and cold; it's not good for a young lady to sit here."
He felt his chest heaving rapidly, as if he had run a large circle around the village.
Poor Jinlu had no idea that this was what it meant to have a racing heart.
"It hurts so much, dear brother, can you carry me?"
The woman's voice was soft and gentle.
Both are acts of coquetry, but compared to He Erniu, it's like heaven and earth. When the person in front of him is being coquettish, he wants to hold her in the palm of his hand and protect her. When He Erniu is being coquettish, he wants to kick her into the river and make her wake up.
"Okay, I'll carry you."
Jinlu squatted down with his back to her.
Little did he know, in the very instant he turned around...
The woman's lips curled up quickly, her face full of smug satisfaction.
"Dear brother, your bones are hurting me so much."
She lowered her arm and continued sitting on the ground.
Jin Lu was somewhat flustered.
"Then what should we do?"
As he was asking questions, the woman wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their faces were almost touching.
"Good brother, please carry me, okay?"
Jin Lu could feel the warmth of her breath as she spoke, which drifted onto his face and carried the fragrance of flowers.
'Whoosh—'
His face immediately turned bright red.
It's almost smoking.
"Okay, okay..."
Jinlu started stuttering when he spoke.
He steadily lifted the girl in his arms and placed her on the rock.
Wait until she is seated.
Only then did he let go.
"Thank you, dear brother. My name is Zhu Wenjuan. What's your name, brother?"
"My name is Chen Jinlu, and my home is at the foot of the mountain."
Jin Lu's face was still bright red.
It hasn't dissipated at all.
Like the lingering fragrance of the woman in my arms.
"You look about my age, brother. I'm fifteen this year. How about you, brother?"
Zhu Wenjuan continued to ask.
"I was also fifteen, born in autumn."
Jinlu was worried because he was older than her.
They didn't even mention the month.
"I was also born in autumn, I was born in October, what about your brother?"
Hearing this, Jin Lu breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm September, so I'm older than you."
The two chatted for half an hour.
The conversation ended when Zhu Wenjuan said that her foot no longer hurt.
Jinlu's face was red from head to toe.
"I'm going back now, Auntie must be worried. Brother Jinlu, you should go back early too, don't tire yourself out!"
"Okay, I'll be back in a bit."
Jin Lu watched Zhu Wenjuan leave with a silly grin.
He felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey.
It turns out that Zhu Wenjuan wasn't from their village; she was just temporarily staying at her aunt's house.
No wonder he had never seen this girl before.
and....
She is not engaged yet.
Jinlu kept thinking about it and didn't even want to pick up the dead branches anymore.
He carried half a basket of tree branches home.
The workers at home are working.
His older brother was watering the fields.
Jin Lu's mind was filled with the image of Zhu Wenjuan's smile, which lingered for a long time.
"Hey, what are you grinning about? Did you find some silver in the mountains?"
After a long time, Jin Fu returned home carrying buckets of manure. He had already washed his hands, but his younger brother was still in a daze.
I couldn't help but step forward and ask.
"Brother, do you think Mother would agree if I took a fancy to a girl?"
"What? You've got your eye on someone's girl? How come you run into your sweetheart just by going out to collect firewood? Tell me secretly who it is."
Jin Fu asked him gossipy questions.
"Oh, that's right. She's not from this village. She lives at my aunt's house. I didn't ask who she was. Maybe it's Aunt Zhu's house at the village entrance. There are several Zhu families in the village, including that shrew from the Chen family. But Wenjuan is so gentle, she definitely isn't from that shrew's family."
"Oh, Aunt Zhu's family? She's a very nice person, just a bit poor. But Mom doesn't care about that. As long as the girl is a good person and you like her, that's all that matters. Otherwise, when Mom comes back, you can talk to her about it?"
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