Ordinary young women should not ride in a carriage with men who are not related by blood.
However, when Fan Ziruo saw He Yunxiao reach out to her, she did not hesitate and offered her slender, white hand for him to hold, and then he led her into the carriage.
He Yunxiao wanted to save the goodwill for when they watched the sunset and then take the final step with Fan Ziruo. That way, it would be meaningful, and they would have wonderful memories to look back on in the future.
So when He Yunxiao got into the carriage, he didn't sit next to Fan Ziruo, but sat opposite her, keeping some distance between them.
"Old Ma, go to the old city gate."
"Alright!" Old Ma shouted in response, then cracked his whip and drove the carriage away at breakneck speed.
Fan Ziruo was thrown off balance by Lao Ma's sudden acceleration. If He Yunxiao hadn't been quick-witted and rushed over to support her, she would have fallen to the floor.
He Yunxiao had no choice but to give up sitting opposite her and instead sit next to her to prevent any further accidents from happening to her.
After sitting down next to Fan Ziruo and ensuring her safety, He Yunxiao finally had a moment to stomp his foot on the ground, making a dull thud.
Then he angrily shouted, "Slow down! Are you running so fast because you're in a hurry to be reborn?"
"Okay..."
Old Ma's reply lacked its previous force and became much weaker.
Fan Ziruo tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her and whispered, "Young master, there's no need to say that to him. Ziruo thought that when only the young master was in the carriage, he always drove like this. It's just that Ziruo was sitting here today, so he didn't notice. It wasn't intentional."
He Yunxiao explained with a smile, "We usually talk like this, it's a habit, it's not entirely because Ziruo is here."
Fan Ziruo nodded to indicate that she understood, and then fell silent.
At this moment, neither of them spoke.
A man and a woman sat side by side in the car, neither of them speaking, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.
He Yunxiao was worried about Ziruo's favorability rating. He was afraid that if Ziruo's favorability rating against him exceeded 80 at this time, it would be a bit of a downer.
"Selling candied hawthorns!"
"Freshly baked buns!"
"Madam, this is a fine silver hairpin..."
As the carriage passed through the bustling city, various voices could be heard.
He Yunxiao leaned against the carriage, listening to the noisy sounds, and felt happy.
It is precisely this kind of noise and commotion that makes a peaceful and prosperous world where people live and work in peace. Father, General Chu, General Du, and countless predecessors who joined the army, weren't they all striving for this kind of "noise"?
He Yunxiao felt smug for a while, but then suddenly remembered that Fan Ziruo didn't like noise, so he quickly turned to look at her.
Looking at this beauty, with her lowered eyes and furrowed brows, she appeared sickly. Although she was ill, she was as beautiful as Xi Shi, even in her illness.
He Yunxiao couldn't bear to see his little sister Ziruo uncomfortable. So he quickly helped her lean against him and then gently covered her ears with his hand.
He channeled his inner energy outwards, using it as a soundproofing device.
"Ziruo, are you feeling better?"
With the noise from the outside world greatly reduced, Fan Ziruo felt much more comfortable in the blink of an eye.
"Um."
[Fan Ziruo's favorability rating...]
"Ziruo! Ziruo! You, you... what, do you know the origin of the old city gate?"
Fan Ziruo smiled and said, "It was Young Master who brought Ziruo here, why do I need to introduce you to him?"
Fan Ziruo's soft and fragrant body leaned against He Yunxiao's chest, softening his heart.
Although Fan Ziruo is a year younger than He Yunxiao, in He Yunxiao's mind, she is actually a "sister-like" female character, just like Sister Jiang. Except when she is asking him for advice on novels, Ziruo is a learned, intelligent, rational, and independent woman, a model of a highly educated woman.
So at this moment, He Yunxiao was a bit like he was with Sister Jiang, and said to Fan Ziruo in a slightly coquettish tone, "Good Ziruo, just say it."
[Fan Ziruo's favorability rating...]
"Hey, hey, tell me quickly, tell me quickly."
Fan Ziru leaned against He Yunxiao's chest, unable to see his expression. But just from his voice, she could tell he was both amused and exasperated.
How did that young master who once caused such a ruckus in the classroom become like this?
However, it's quite cute.
She then smiled and said, "As the name suggests, the Old City Tower is a section of the ancient city wall of the old city of Yinjing."
He Yunxiao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Ziruo, please continue."
"Three hundred years ago, the State of Qi was just a small border state south of the State of Yan. At that time, the State of Yan dominated the nine provinces of China and was extremely powerful. Later, Yan was in turmoil, while our State of Qi was in a golden age with many talented people. So after several great battles, several decades later, our State of Qi got six of the nine provinces, while the State of Yan was left with only three."
"Uh-huh."
"The old city of Yin was originally an important town of the Yan State, with tall and sturdy city walls. However, after several major battles, it was dilapidated and unusable. After our dynasty established its capital in Yin, we built an even larger city wall on the basis of the old city. Later, as the population grew and the people prospered, Yin became what it is today. Some of the dilapidated old city walls that were not demolished have now become scenic spots due to the changes in the world."
He Yunxiao laughed and said, "Ziruo knows so much, she must have been to the old city gate."
Fan Ziru muttered, "I've never been there."
He Yunxiao released his hand from Fan Ziruo's ear. At this moment, even after letting go, there was very little noise.
He Yunxiao lifted the carriage curtain and said to Fan Ziruo, "Ziruo, look at this old city gate. Is it what you expected?"
Fan Ziru looked out the window.
His eyes widened in surprise.
The old city gate tower stood like a mountain. At its highest point was a dilapidated gatehouse, which, from the outside, looked as big as a goose egg. The roof tiles had almost completely collapsed, leaving only the exposed beams. Below this gatehouse was the ground made of the old city wall, which was only slightly larger than the gatehouse.
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