Chapter 102 - 63 Let’s Die Together_2

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Chapter 102: Chapter 63 Let’s Die Together_2During the Zhenguan era, martial prowess was still highly revered, and which young boy’s heart did not harbor a dream of becoming a knight? This poem was bold and expansive, its lofty aspirations deeply stirring the hearts of all who heard it. The river surface remained silent for a long time. Even the great scholars, after hearing the poem, were stunned and speechless for a while. Such an unrestrained and generous spirit even made these gentlemen feel embarrassed! "Does this ’Heroic Wanderer’ mean I can leave now?" Ran Yan was somewhat impatient. Sometimes it’s not a matter of choosing not to compete; one must still deal with the world’s affairs. Ran Yan weighed in her heart whether it was necessary to find an opportunity to dissect a corpse in public, making such that afterward, the mention of Ran Shiqi in Suzhou would make people shudder, preferring to avoid her. She truly did not delight in such trivial rivalry. Moreover, Ran Yan was acutely aware of her limited literary talent; she could perhaps charm her way out once, but what of the second and the third times, as well as the countless instances to come? The crowd naturally was not keen on letting her leave immediately, but of all those present, including the great scholars, who could, on such short notice, come up with a poem to surpass ’Heroic Wanderer’? Therefore, whether they liked it or not, they all made way for the boat. As the boat gently floated on the water, Ran Yunsheng in the cabin fixed his gaze on Ran Yan and said, "Ah Yan, your poem was bold and unfettered, with ambitions soaring high, even surpassing the great scholars!" Ran Yan offered a faint smile, "This poem was just something I overheard. I have read books for only a few years, and you know that, Ten. How could I produce such verses?" Ran Yunsheng nodded in understanding, but soon his worries for her resurfaced, "Who wrote this poem? If others find out you’ve appropriated it, it won’t be good for your reputation... If you know who this person is, perhaps..." "Pay them off?" Ran Yan interjected. Ran Yunsheng had obviously never considered such an option and blushed at her directness. Searᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "As you said, the poem is bold and unfettered. The poet must also be a person of open-mindedness and loftiness, how could they bow for wealth?" Ran Yan knew Ran Yunsheng cared for her, felt a warmth in her heart, and reassured him, "Ten, don’t worry. I’ve known this person for a long time, and I assure you there’ll be no disclosure." Ran Yunsheng, seeing her so confident, finally felt relieved. He peered out the window, where the Pingjiang River had returned to its noisy state, seemingly even more lively than before. "Ten, let’s go back," Ran Yan said softly. After everything that had happened, continuing their stroll might only invite further trouble. Ran Yunsheng agreed, and so they asked the boatman to dock at a quiet riverbank. They disembarked and walked together, basking in the moonlight, quickly coming upon the market. "Are you tired? Do you want Ten to carry you?" Ran Yunsheng, seeing the shiny beads of sweat on Ran Yan’s nose, couldn’t help but ask. "I’m too old to be carried on my brother’s back; it would be quite improper," Ran Yan declared, mimicking Madam Xing’s manner of speaking. Ran Yunsheng was amused by her description, his smile as radiant as the bright moon, lighting up the dim pathway beneath the willow trees, but as he laughed, a sense of melancholy surged in his heart. They had all grown up, and it was no longer possible to be as close as they were during their childhood. Walking quietly on the embankment, they drew closer to the bustling market when suddenly, they heard rustling sounds nearby. Ran Yunsheng’s stride halted as he grasped Ran Yan’s wrist and glanced toward the source of the sound, ready to quicken his pace. However, from behind a grove of willow trees, a woman’s voice emerged, "Silang... do you know..." In her gentle voice was a hint of grudge and an almost invisible tenderness, "Do you know that there’s a woman sunken in this river." Ran Yan pulled Ran Yunsheng to a stop and gestured for silence, treading lightly towards the direction of the voice. The two hid behind a large willow, and Ran Yan peered out, glimpsing through the gaps in the trees a man in fine clothing lying in the grasses by the riverbank. His face was indistinct, but the heavy scent of alcohol wafted through the air with the river breeze, suggesting he was drunk. The woman, dressed in an apricot gauze dress, with her sash fluttering, leaned over and gently caressed the man’s face with her delicate, jade-like hand. Her eyes and eyebrows drooped down, and her small nose and lips carried a faint smile. She seemed both joyous and spiteful. Backlit by the moonlight, her figure took on a somber shade. It was Yin Miaomiao. Ran Yan recognized her the moment she heard the voice. Yin Miaomiao had just called out "Silang," could it be that the drunken man was actually Qin Silang?! "Silang," Yin Miaomiao sighed, quietly gazing at Qin Musheng for a while before suddenly dragging him towards the river’s edge with great effort. It took her a while to drag the tall and sturdy Qin Musheng merely ten feet to the water’s edge. In the moonlight, her fair forehead broke out into a fine sweat; her hair slightly disheveled and strands of loose hair fluttered against her face in the wind. Her smile was radiant; her usually gentle demeanor revealed a desolate beauty, interwoven with laughter, hinting at madness, "Qin Silang, Qin Musheng! Today is her death anniversary; let’s die together and go find her!" "I can’t live anymore..." Yin Miaomiao spoke, her eyes welling up with mist as tears streamed down her cheeks. Ran Yunsheng’s arm tightened slightly and he cast an inquiring look at Ran Yan who shook her head. The two continued to stand and listen. "Wife!" A girl in a light pink dress with her hair coiled in twin buns rushed over. Seeing Yin Miaomiao crying pitifully, she quickly said, "Wife, please calm down. Let the past be the past; you should let go now." The maid gently comforted her while swiftly helping Yin Miaomiao to fix her makeup. "Wife, we should go now, people have gathered for throwing the needle to plead for skillfulness," the maid said, glancing at the drunken Qin Silang lying on the ground and pulling Yin Miaomiao up. Yin Miaomiao pressed her lips tightly together, giving Qin Musheng a deep look before turning to leave. "Yan!" Qin Musheng suddenly grabbed her ankle and pleaded with a drunken tone, "Yan, don’t go!" Yin Miaomiao turned her head sharply, her voice trembling, "What did you say?" "Wife, don’t mind him anymore, let’s hurry on," the maid urged as she knelt and tried forcefully to pry Qin Musheng’s hand off. Qin Musheng shouted loudly, "Yan! Yan! Don’t call off the engagement; I won’t fool around with others anymore!" Ran Yunsheng couldn’t help but lower his head to look at Ran Yan, but he was destined not to see any reaction on her face. Her calm eyes quietly watched the three people by the river, as if Qin Musheng’s repeated calls of "Yan" were for someone else. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

Chapter 102 - 63 Let’s Die Together_2

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