Chapter 513

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

"This is a love lock!" the stall vendor said enthusiastically, "I also have special engraving knives here that can engrave both of your names on it.

Then hang this love lock on the bridge, and it means your love is tightly locked! Finally throw the key into the river, and your love will be like this river water, long-lasting and endless!"

After hearing the stall vendor's introduction, Qianqian smiled and nodded, indicating she understood. However, Ouyang Chengren looked at her, seemingly asking for her opinion.

"How about we buy a love lock?" Ouyang Chengren asked softly.

Qianqian shook her head and said gently, "Let's buy red silk instead, I like this one more. And I think the red string is more reliable."

Ouyang Chengren naturally had no objection, he immediately turned to the stall vendor and asked, "How much is this red silk?"

The stall vendor quickly replied, "Twenty copper coins for two strips!"

Ouyang Chengren said nothing more, took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom, handed it to the stall vendor, and said generously, "No need for change."

Seeing this, the stall vendor was overjoyed, his face beaming with smiles, he hurriedly said, "Thank you, Young Master! Wishing Young Master and the Miss a hundred years of harmony and eternal unity!"

After speaking, he quickly picked up the writing brush from beside, dipped it in ink, and then respectfully handed it to Ouyang Chengren.

A slightly low small table was placed in front of the stall, as if it was prepared for this special moment. Ouyang Chengren carefully spread the bright red silk flat on the small table, as if it was an incomparably precious treasure.

He took the writing brush from the stall owner's hand, dipped the brush tip lightly in the ink, then raised his hand and wrote his name on the red silk with concentration.

Every stroke seemed so serious, so solemn, as if this name carried everything of his.

The stall vendor naturally noticed the name Ouyang Chengren was writing; this name was known to everyone in Xishang Kingdom.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but soon regained his composure. After all, among the people who came here, not a few wore masks, obviously not wanting their identities recognized. He secretly pondered in his heart that this Zhenxi General was probably the same.

However, the stall vendor's gaze was soon attracted by the woman beside Ouyang Chengren. He curiously sized her up, trying to see her face through the veil.

By this time Ouyang Chengren had already finished writing his name, and he handed the writing brush to Qianqian.

Qianqian squatted down slightly and gently placed the red silk on the table. Her movements were elegant and light. Then she picked up the writing brush and wrote her name neatly on it—Bai Qianqian.

While writing this name, Qianqian silently murmured in her heart: "This is just a fake name, it doesn't count, it doesn't count..."

After finishing, she gently blew on the red silk, as if to blow away that bit of unease and hesitation. Then she handed the red silk in her hand to Ouyang Chengren, her movements gentle and natural.

Ouyang Chengren took the red silk Qianqian handed him somewhat nervously, his fingers a bit clumsy, trying to twist the red silk together unskillfully. However, when he finished the twisting motion, he was surprised to find that the rope twisted from this red silk was really too thin, and his broad palm simply could not twist it together.

Qianqian standing beside saw this and couldn't help but laugh out loud. She said softly, "Let me do it." Saying this, she gently took the red silk from Ouyang Chengren's hand, and twisted it gently in one direction. Before long, the red silk was twisted into a sturdy rope.

Qianqian handed the twisted rope to Ouyang Chengren and instructed, "Hold it, don't let it come undone."

Ouyang Chengren carefully took the rope, afraid that a moment's carelessness would make it come undone, his hands tightly gripping the rope, not daring to move at all.

Then Qianqian picked up another strip of red silk and similarly quickly twisted it into a rope. She took the rope in Ouyang Chengren's hand again, put the two ropes together, and then handed them to Ouyang Chengren.

Since the texture of the silk was quite slippery, Qianqian dared not let go, because she knew that as soon as she let go, this rope would immediately come undone. So she and Ouyang Chengren hurriedly walked quickly toward that tree.

Arriving in front of the tree, Qianqian handed the red thread in her hand to Ouyang Chengren and instructed, "Absolutely do not let go, once you let go the rope will come undone." Ouyang Chengren quickly responded and steadily took the red rope.

Only to see Ouyang Chengren leap agilely, like a light bird jumping onto the tree trunk. He quickly hung the red rope at the middle position of the tree, one on each side of the two tree forks, and then tied them together, the movements clean and neat, done in one go.

This series of movements left everyone present dumbfounded, especially that stall vendor, who originally wanted to say he had a ladder to help, but before he could speak, Ouyang Chengren had already climbed up the tree.

The gazes of everyone around were like spotlights, tightly falling on Ouyang Chengren. Although he wore a mask, his upright posture, agile movements, and superb martial arts made people unable to help but be infatuated.

Especially that he climbed the tree so easily, which made the girls around look dumbfounded, staring straight at him, as if he were an immortal descended from heaven.

The boys who came with these girls, on the other hand, had sour expressions on their faces. Seeing Ouyang Chengren show off so much, they were naturally indignant in their hearts.

And Qianqian stood to the side, completely not expecting Ouyang Chengren to be so high-profile. She was a bit flustered in her heart, afraid of being recognized, so she lowered her head, trying to make herself not attract attention.

However, Ouyang Chengren's movements were unusually fast; in just two or three moves he tied things up, then flashed down and landed steadily on the ground.

At this time, everyone's gazes were like attracted by a magnet, unanimously falling on Qianqian. Everyone was curious about this woman who could capture such a handsome man, wanting to see what she actually looked like.

Qianqian clearly felt the gazes from all directions, but she did not feel embarrassed because of this.

After all, she was never someone easily shy, and besides she wore a veil on her face, others simply could not see her appearance.

Just then, Ouyang Chengren suddenly appeared before her and said softly, "It's hung, let's go."

Hearing this, Qianqian raised her head, and her gaze met Ouyang Chengren's. She smiled slightly and said to him, "Okay."

Under the tree hung with red silk, a man nodded slightly, his gaze slowly moving down, finally stopping on the petite and beautiful girl before him. Her figure was petite and exquisite, like a finely carved artwork, making people unable to help but be infatuated.

At the same time, the petite girl raised her head high, a brilliant smile on the corner of her mouth, her gaze falling straight on the tall and handsome man.

His smile was like the warm sun of a spring day, warm and charming, as if it could melt all the coldness and alienation in the world.

These two people, one tall and one short, one looking down and one looking up, their gazes met together, like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding before the eyes of the people around.

The people around witnessed this scene and couldn't help but be attracted by this pair of man and woman.