The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Chapter 1253: Like a Woman (1)

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253: Like a Woman (1)

The next day, Yu Qingfeng changed into a new outfit, his face no longer smeared with bloodstains and his appearance far from disheveled, he actually looked rather handsome.

Heihei returned faster than anticipated, not even noon yet.

Dao Xuzi had personally penned a reply, going into the tunnels himself to confirm it with Tang Wanqian, confirming Yu Qingfeng’s words.

Yu Qingfeng was so excited that he almost cried again.

"Can you, a grown man, stop crying at the drop of a hat?" Du Juan couldn’t stand it any longer and gave him a disdainful look, "I didn’t see you this weak when you were getting beaten up. Why do you start crying so easily here? You’re like a woman." His crying made her want to hit someone.

"I’m just moved, I..."

"Enough already," Du Juan cut him off with a commanding wave, "If you want to cry, go do it somewhere else. It’s painful to watch."

Yu Qingfeng could only suppress his tears with a sense of grievance.

Yang Ruxin found it amusing and twitched the corners of her mouth. Du Juan probably had her fair share of experiences, often being more manly than the men themselves.

"Yu Qingfeng, do you know why we’ve come here?" Yang Ruxin felt that now the identity was confirmed, there was no need to keep their purpose hidden from him any longer.

"It can’t be to be Wanren Villa’s son-in-law, can it?"

"It’s for Wanren Villa’s Blood-drinking Sword." Yang Ruxin spread her hands, "Old Master Tang was bound with Thousand-year Dark Iron for ten years, and not a single weapon could break it..." She paused, "So, do you want to join us in trying to snatch the Embroidered Ball?"

"Me?" Yu Qingfeng frowned.

"The more people, the better the chance." Du Juan glanced at Yu Qingfeng, "Are you worried you can’t pass the test?"

"Why would I be afraid? Let’s do it!" Yu Qingfeng was goaded by Du Juan’s challenge and couldn’t refuse, "It’s also for the sake of Old Master Tang anyway."

Du Juan couldn’t help but roll her eyes, thinking to herself how Yu Chunian had ended up with such a fool tagging along with his daughter. Poor Qingge, indeed.

The casting of the Embroidered Ball was scheduled for around three in the afternoon on an open space near the edge of the mountain. The stage was set up on a huge boulder, and with two hours still to go, the area was already packed with people, of course, all men. As to whether they were all single, that was another matter.

Yang Ruxin was still dressed as a man, and so far, Yu Qingfeng had not realized that Yang Ruxin was a girl.

"So many people?" Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng didn’t plan to participate, so they stood towards the outskirts, fully in the mood to watch the commotion. Looking at the dense crowd, she couldn’t help but stick out her tongue, "But this casting of the Embroidered Ball really is too unpredictable, isn’t it?" she said, pointing to the right, "What if someone like that catches it? How would you manage?" The ancient practice of casting the Embroidered Ball to decide marriage was indeed unreliable.

Yang Ruxin pointed towards a hunchbacked old man with a pointy face and a sleazy look.

Gu Qingheng chuckled, "Aren’t you worrying too much?"

"Perhaps," Yang Ruxin laughed at herself.

Probably aiming to leave a good impression on the villa’s folks, even with so many gatherers here, it was surprisingly not rowdy at all, everyone awaited quietly.

Yang Ruxin looked around with interest and did spot several people with elegant appearances, but so far, no one seemed to surpass her own man. She couldn’t help feeling a little secretly thrilled.

"What are you grinning about?" Gu Qingheng saw the girl beside him smiling happily and reached out to squeeze her nose.