Chapter 12 of Volume 1: A Blow to the Head

  Since that day when he met Shao Qian and Xu Qinghe at the Linquandao, Xu Wuyan had been locking himself in the bamboo garden and hadn't taken a single step out; it was actually not bad, and there were no more irrelevant people coming to bother Xu Wuyan, and his days passed quietly.

  Xu Wuyan inadvertently flipped through an old book, which should have been read by himself when he was a child, or more precisely, when Xu Wuyan was little. On the tattered pages, there would occasionally be some elegant notes and annotations in a beautiful, cursive script that Xu Wuyan couldn't recognize at all, nor could he write.

  Am I really the Xu Wuyan in their mouths? Xu Wuyan couldn't help but start to doubt: after that explosion in the time-space rift, she lost consciousness, and then was inexplicably nailed to a door board and thrown into the river by a large group of people, only to be rescued by Chu Hanchen; before she could even figure out what was going on, she had become Chu Hanchen's fiancée in a daze.

  Xu Wuyan felt more and more suspicious, first being hit by the seven emotions and six desires, then being completely enchanted by Chu Han, making his soul dizzy; okay! Xu Wuyan had to admit that in these days, his performance was really letting the 22nd century space-time calculation group lose face!

  Not only did he fail to maintain his usual calm and composed demeanor, but even the most basic logical reasoning and thinking abilities were thrown out of the window; these days seem to be led by Chu Han's nose, which is also a loss for high-end scientific researchers!

  "Zhū Mò! What day is it today?" Xǔ Wú Yán suddenly put down the book in his hand, looked up at Zhū Mò who was pouring tea for him and asked.

  "On the third of March, it's a day for unmarried men and women to go out and enjoy the spring!" Zhū Mò said with some romantic feelings stirring, it seems that this habitually silent and taciturn Zhū Mò isn't as unfeeling as he appears on the surface."

  "Let's go out and enjoy the spring!" Xu Wuyan stood up, staring at Zhu Mo with an extremely sly expression, saying: "By the way, let's find a perfect husband for our family's Zhu Mo!"

  "Oh dear! Miss, you're teasing me!" Zhu Mo's face immediately turned bright red as he said with a mix of shyness and anger.

  "Hehe! Eeh yee yee! Our lovely maid, Zhū Mò's face is red!" Xǔ Wú Yán teased Zhū Mò as he walked out of the bamboo garden with quick steps.

  It was the first time to go out of the house, unexpectedly it was as smooth as Xu Wuyan had not expected, didn't meet anyone who was unpleasant to see, didn't encounter any annoying things, all the way in a good mood and walked to the Tianhe Imperial Dynasty's capital street.

  It is indeed worthy of the capital, bustling and prosperous as it is. Street performers, inns, and department stores can be seen everywhere; the noisy streets are filled with fragrance, beautiful young women float by, leaving behind a lingering scent; unmarried men of all kinds stroll around the streets, looking for their ideal woman.

  Xu suddenly felt that this was much better than the modern dating shows, with many more options available. The women were mostly gentle and refined, knowledgeable about books and etiquette, and even if they encountered a man they didn't like who came on to them, they would politely decline without causing unnecessary hurt. The men also had a sense of self-awareness and wouldn't take the risk of humiliating themselves unless they felt an instant connection.

  Of course, every era has its own extreme cases, such as the one Xu Wu Yan saw; with a tall and straight figure, handsome appearance, wearing a lake blue long shirt paired with black arrow sleeves, looking like a heroic knight, but holding a portrait and pulling passing women to scrutinize them up and down.

  "Halt!" Xu Wuyan was also lucky enough to be pulled back by the man who had been photographed, and he carefully examined him from top to bottom, left to right, front to back.

  "Hey, you're bold!" Seeing Xu Wuyan being treated so rudely, Zhu Mo was about to get angry, but was stopped by a gesture from Xu Wuyan.

  Xu Wuyan took a look at the man in front of her, who was still somewhat dignified and not unlikable; his eyes were sharp but lacked spirit, his face was broad but seemed dazed. Then she looked at the portrait in his hand, which depicted a woman with a phoenix coronet and a gentle beauty; in the Tianhe dynasty, women under the age of 30, even if they were married, did not have to wear their hair in a bun, but had to wear a phoenix coronet, with different styles and materials depending on their social status.

  The woman in the painting is probably his wife. This man should have lost his mind due to his wife's disappearance or some accident; just when Xu Wuyan felt sorry, a line of small characters on the painting caught his eye: "Husband Fang Zhuoheng made it in autumn of Tianhe 8 years"

  In the eighth year of Tianhe, wasn't it just last year that this portrait was painted? So to speak, this person is Fang Zhuohan; Xu Wuyan's mind moved and thought of something, perhaps this man can still be saved. When Fang Zhuohan turned around to check on Zhu Mo, Xu Wuyan suddenly snatched the portrait from his hand and shouted loudly: "Fang Zhuohan!" Then he clenched his fist and hit Fang Zhuohan's head with a loud thud.

  "Miss! He's just looking at you, why are you snatching his phone and hitting him?" Zhu Mo was somewhat puzzled by Xu Wuyan's behavior.

  Xu said nothing, but instead looked at Fang Zhuo Han with a profound meaning. After a daze, Fang Zhuo Han miraculously came to his senses, and his eyes regained their clarity, while his face returned to its normal expression.

  "Miss, what's going on? How did he become sober after you hit him?" Zhu Mo asked incredulously.

  Fang Zhuohan looked at Xu Wuyan with gratitude, clasped his fists in both hands, "Thank you, miss, for the timely wake-up call, saving me from my daze!"

  Xu Wu Yan just smiled and said, "This is still yours, the wife is remembered here, not making this place confused!" Xu Wu Yan returned the portrait to Fang Zhuo Han, pointing to the position of his heart, and then pointed to Fang Zhuo Han's head.

  "The maiden's words have left a deep impression on me!" Fang Zhuo Han was suddenly enlightened, and once again thanked Xu Wu Yan.

  Xu Wu Yan waved his hand and glanced at Zhu Mo standing beside him, "Let's go!" He said, then walked around Fang Zhuo Han and continued on.

  "I will surely repay the kindness of the young lady in the future! May I ask for your esteemed surname and great name?"

  "You take care of yourself first, and when fate brings us together again, it's not too late to repay kindness!" Xu Wuyan didn't even turn his head back, his voice floated over, Fang Zhuohang looked at Xu Wuyan's back, and for a moment, she was dazzled by this strange woman!

  "This dramatic scene on the streets of Beijing was coincidentally witnessed by Shao Qian from upstairs, 'Chu Han Che ah, Chu Han Che! You're really not simple as a future princess. It seems that if you want to deceive her, you'll have to suffer!' Shao Qian said to himself with a sympathetic smile at the corner of his mouth, slowly returning to his seat and saying calmly to the person in front of him, 'How's the investigation I asked for going?'"

  "Everyone is here!" The person opposite placed a thick letter on the table.

  "Hmm! Not bad, go back and collect the reward silver!" Shao Qian glanced at the letter with the red seal, his mouth slightly raised, a clear figure appearing in his mind. He slowly picked up the celadon tea cup and took a sip, and for some reason, today's Bi Luo Chun was especially fragrant and refreshing...