Chapter 83

In this place, it was already strange to encounter someone who looked so handsome, but it was even more peculiar that there were two of them, and they were almost identical.

Even Luo Shixin couldn't help but be dazzled, his eyes darting back and forth between the two. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Fortunately, one is in green and the other in blue. If they were wearing the same clothes and rolled around on the ground, who would know which one was which!"

"Put me down!" The young man in green, held in the air by Luo Shixin, his feet dangling, his large, round eyes flashing with embarrassment, spoke in a soft, gentle voice in Fuyu language, somewhat refined and quiet. However... the image of the wild girl who had rushed down the stairs still lingered in Luo Shixin's mind.

"Be careful, don't fall!" Luo Shixin also responded in Fuyu language, gently placing her down. With his solid horse stance, if the woman really charged at him, she would only be like hitting a wall, and due to inertia, she would fall backward.

"My sister is rash and impolite, I hope the hero can forgive her!" The young man in blue was much more refined, bowing respectfully and speaking in Chinese, though still with a Fuyu accent, his pronunciation was clear, his voice pleasant, and his manners were graceful and proper. Compared to the pretentious upper-class people downstairs, he was superior by a thousand times.

"No problem!" Luo Shixin also replied in Chinese, feeling a sense of closeness. A woman with the demeanor of a well-bred lady like the young man in blue was rare even in the Central Plains. Of course, this was also related to the fact that he knew very few well-bred ladies. The one who left the deepest impression was Zheng Liwan, who had fled her arranged marriage to his house. The question was, was Zheng Liwan also considered a well-bred lady?

"Is the hero a Turk? Your Chinese is really good!" The young man in blue's beautiful eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically re-examined Luo Shixin and his companions. Luo Shixin was handsome, tall and slender, leaning towards a scholarly appearance. Without showing his martial arts, he looked more like a scholar. However, with his hair flowing over his shoulders, he had a touch of wildness, making him extraordinary. Qi Hua was ordinary and easy to overlook. Pei Qingyi was different, even in Hu clothing, she was like a sharp sword, and her perfect figure and extraordinary appearance made the young man in blue, who prided himself on his beauty, secretly envious: This group of people is not simple!

Luo Shixin nodded and smiled, "So do you, it's rare to meet a Goguryeo person who speaks Chinese so well."

"That's... my sister and I have been learning Chinese culture since childhood, and we can even write poetry!" The young man in green, seemingly unwilling to be ignored, interjected, his eyes fluttering and lingering on Luo Shixin, his face wearing a sweet smile, somewhat coquettish. He spoke in Chinese, even better than the young man in blue. They had no intention of hiding their true gender and called each other sisters.

The young man in blue suddenly nodded to the people downstairs, "My sister and I have other matters to attend to, we will take our leave and apologize to the hero later."

Luo Shixin nodded and stepped aside, glancing downstairs. A sword-wielding, muscular man in his thirties was looking at them with a wary eye, just like Pei Qingyi, his stance was like a sharp sword.

He glanced at Pei Qingyi in surprise, who was looking at the muscular man with a hint of shock.

The young man in blue went down the stairs first, but the young man in green looked at Luo Shixin with lingering affection, suddenly leaning in and saying, "I think I like you, what's your name?"

Luo Shixin was taken aback, looking around, unsure whether to be happy or sad, and instinctively replied, "Shixin!"

"Shixin, a good name, I'll remember it!" The young man in green smiled and waved, hopping down the stairs.

Pei Qingyi, seeing Luo Shixin's gaze follow the young man in green, couldn't help but coldly remark, "Shameless."

Luo Shixin, who had never been openly told he was liked, especially by a beautiful woman, felt a bit elated and defended himself, "Maybe it's just a cultural difference, they might be more open."

"Hmph, men are all the same!" Pei Qingyi stomped her foot and walked upstairs first.

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The pair of young women and the sword-wielding man met up and got into a luxurious carriage at the door.

The carriage wheels rolled, leaving the inn.

"Next time, I really won't bring you!" The young man in blue glared at the young man in green, speaking in a low voice, but with a hint of helplessness.

The young man in green pouted, "Really, that Shixin has really entered my heart. He's handsome, cultured, and capable, a perfect man. The only flaw I can see is that he's a smelly Turk... but he's not smelly... If he were from the Central Plains, he would be perfect. This must be what the people of the Central Plains call fate, it must be."

The young man in blue held her head in her hands, feeling a headache. She had no words for her sister and could only say, "This time out, we have an important mission. Don't mess it up. Zuo Tiancheng was captured unexpectedly, leaving the group at Mount Taibai leaderless. This is a rare opportunity that we can't miss. Our Silla is sandwiched between Goguryeo and Baekje, walking on thin ice, and we are in dire need of capable generals. If we can successfully recruit the group at Mount Taibai, it will greatly benefit our country."

The young man in green rolled her eyes, "I understand, I won't get in the way. Think about it, as the two princesses of Silla, Jin Deman and Jin Shengman, we are both pearls. How could we fail in our mission? If we could bring Shixin to Silla, it would be even better. I'm sure the man I, Jin Shengman, choose will be much more capable than Zuo Tiancheng."

Jin Deman unexpectedly did not contradict her. She had a premonition that the man was very formidable. After a pause, she raised her voice, "Yuxin, what do you think of that group?"

The sword-wielding man named Yuxin replied, "Three people, two are extraordinary. The woman gives me a very familiar feeling, as if I've met her before, but I don't know why. As for the man, it's hard to say. He stands there, seemingly full of weaknesses, but if he really fights, it's hard to find a starting point. I've only seen that feeling in the old immortal. He... it's best not to provoke him without reason."

Jin Deman knew that when Jin Yuxin was young, he met a man who seemed like an immortal. After just ten days of training, Jin Yuxin became a famous swordsman in Goguryeo. Following the sword techniques left by the man, he became invincible in Silla at the age of twenty-five.

Jin Yuxin didn't know the name of the man who seemed like an immortal, only that he was tall and handsome, with a very beautiful beard.

Jin Deman's unease grew even more.

Jin Shengman's eyes also sparkled with excitement, looking like a love-struck fangirl.

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