Now itâs late August, and since there is only the lunar calendar in ancient times, it calculates to be around National Day. By this time, the weather has started to cool, and this area still belongs to the north, so the surrounding scenery appears somewhat withered.
However, there are many maple trees on the mountains by the roadside; some leaves turn red and yellow, making it not look desolate.
But for those few elderly people, they didnât care about what it looked like outside at all. Playing poker was really fun, and they had to determine a winner and loser somehow.
So, they directly took over the entire carriage, and from inside came the sounds of laughter, curses, and quarrels from time to time.
Later, even Fa Qingyang was drawn in.
Yang Ruxin and Gu Qingheng didnât pay any attention to them at all. The two of them rode their horses side by side, with Xiaolun couple squatting on the horseâs neck and Xiaohei couple circling above, appearing quite leisurely.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from behind, and a few fast horses were galloping over.
This road was not too wide, just enough for two carriages to run side by side. At this time, the group was walking like this, making it a bit difficult for others to pass, so they stopped and moved to the side of the road to let the fast horses behind pass first.
Four fast horses passed by in the blink of an eye, but just as they were about to continue moving, the person leading at the front reined in their horse and then turned around: "Itâs really you guys."
Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly: "Song San, what a coincidence."
"Indeed." Song San laughed, cupping his fists while still on horseback, "Itâs indeed a coincidence, but on second thought, not really. The Wulin gathering, if thereâs a chance, people will surely come to see it, and I believe you guys are the same, right?" As he spoke, his gaze fell on Gu Qinghengâs face, "General Gu."
"Indeed." Gu Qingheng nodded, "The Wulin gathering is originally a grand event for the whole martial arts world. Seeing it can broaden oneâs knowledge."
"Since thatâs the case, how about traveling together?" Song San eagerly extended the invitation.
"Weâre slow." Yang Ruxin smiled, "Iâm afraid we might delay Mr. Song Sanâs schedule, so..."
"No problem." Song San also smiled, "We were in a hurry because of the boredom on the road, heading to the next stopover point quickly. Now that thereâs familiar company, it naturally wonât be boring."
Yang Ruxin frowned.
Gu Qingheng, however, smiled: "Sure, as long as Mr. Song San doesnât mind our group being noisy with a mix of old and young, then letâs go together." Saying this, he held Yang Ruxinâs hand, "Is that okay, Xinxin?"
Yang Ruxin glanced at him, sighing inwardly at last. This person got petty again, knowing the other party seemed to have a liking for her, deliberately wanting others to see their affection. Although she found it a bit childish, since he wanted to act, she would just play along, then nodded: "No problem."
Song San glanced at their tightly clasped hands and then calmly looked away, starting to move alongside them.
Diewu consistently followed behind Song San, but her gaze repeatedly swept over Yang Ruxinâs face. She considered herself much prettier than this so-called Madam Ruyi, and sheâs still a young maiden. But why would the Young Master like a married village woman?
Yang Ruxin naturally noticed the gaze of this beautiful woman but didnât care, just glanced briefly and then looked away.
What wealthy and handsome manâs side doesnât have one or two admirers? Although Song San never really explained what he did, with his looks and money, it would be abnormal if there werenât women who admired him.