Long Chen was stunned. He didn't know these two at all. He looked around, but there was no one else—they really were here for him.
"Ladies..."
Long Chen was about to say something when one of the girls had already stuck a small cotton ball onto Long Chen's scarf.
The cotton ball was pink, heart-shaped, with a small barb. It was placed on Long Chen's neck and hooked immediately. If it were pulled off, the silk threads of the scarf would be pulled out.
"This ..."
Long Chen was a bit stunned. The two girls looked quiet and gentle, yet they actually liked to tease people.
Before Long Chen could speak, another cotton ball stuck to his scarf—it was made by another young girl.
After the two girls finished, their faces flushed slightly. Not daring to look at Long Chen, they turned and left. After only a few steps, they let out laughter like silver bells, leaving Long Chen puzzled.
"Something seems off."
Long Chen suddenly remembered his father's snicker before leaving, and also remembered that his mother was acting a bit strange today, as if she had been trapped.
As Long Chen was walking, a group of men suddenly passed ahead. They wore white clothes, scholar's headscarves, and held white paper fans, waving every step with a carefree demeanor.
Judging by their attire, they must be scholars from some academy, but their cultivation is quite impressive—at a young age, they have already reached the Forging Platform Realm.
But with their arrogant expressions, Long Chen felt they must at least reach the Tongming Realm to be worthy.
These guys walked with crab-like steps, as if carrying a carrying pole tied to their waist, stretching hundreds of zhang, as if it wasn't enough for the eight of them to walk.
Long Chen looked at their necks, each wearing a scarf that matched his color exactly. He immediately understood—he'd fallen into a pit. That blue scarf must represent something.
Moreover, these people's scarves were adorned with many plush balls—at the smallest there were seven or eight, and at most, more than a dozen.
Those people saw Long Chen, glanced at his scarf, a trace of mockery appearing on their faces, and walked straight toward him.
"Want to bump into me?" Long Chen was speechless. Fine, you're amazing, I'll let you all get better.
Long Chen made way, and once he did, it didn't matter; these people were even more remarkable.
"If you don't even dare show your identity badge, you're either without status or just a country bumpkin from out of town." One person sneered.
Only then did Long Chen notice that they had jade plaques hanging at their waists, engraved with the words "Daxia Wenfu."
This is a prestigious institution of the Great Xia Empire, excelling in both civil and military affairs. Many of the talents who graduate from here will become officials in various regions in the future, holding very prestigious statuses.
However, there are also some who come just to gain a reputation for the reputation of the Great Xia Wen family. Some wealthy families send their children in, hoping to give them a dazzling halo.
Long Chen had heard of the Daxia Wen Mansion. Although its disciples excelled in both civil and martial arts, they focused on literature and carried a strong scholarly air.
But Long Chen immediately noticed the small character "Outside" on their waist tags. To put it bluntly, these people were just people from the outer mansions, not highly educated but quite arrogant.
Long Chen smiled slightly. Using contempt for others to show off one's own strength is usually very inferior; there's no need to fuss over such people.
When Long Chen left the house, he used his soul power to support him. Others could see his face clearly, but couldn't recognize him.
Long Chen once served as the Grand General of Protector and Might in the Great Xia Empire, and many people in the capital knew him.
Even if these people saw Long Chen, they would be given a psychological implication, thinking they didn't know him.
So Long Chen wore a scarf but didn't show his waist badge, making those people look down on him, thinking his status was too low and he was too embarrassed to show it.
Long Chen walked forward and saw a man wearing the same scarf and not showing his waist badge.
The man looked dejected. His clothes were brand new, but Long Chen noticed that the inside of his sleeves was very worn out.
Clearly, this man was destitute and couldn't even afford a new piece of clothing. He spent money to change the fabric, but the lining of the clothes was still old.
"Bro, why are you all sighing?" Long Chen greeted him proactively.
"Young master... the man was slightly taken aback and quickly saluted.
"Son of a male hair, we're all the same, sharing the same misfortune." Long Chen waved his hand, also wearing a bitter expression.
"Young master, you must not belittle yourself. Your bearing is dignified and heroic, and two young ladies have already been willing to confide in you, yet you still aren't satisfied?" The down-and-out man shook his head.
"What do you mean? Look at those guys who just passed by—there were about ten of them. I was so jealous, I wanted to snatch them away. Tell me, this furball ..." Long Chen seemed to understand what Weibo meant and kept trying to get the conversation.
"This is Xin Linglong." The man corrected him.
"Yes, yes, it's Xin Linglong. Do you know the origin of this Xin Linglong's name?
Don't laugh at me, I haven't read much. Seeing you're a man of great character, you must be someone full of knowledge. Could you please explain it to me? Long Chen said with a smile.
Your man shook his head slightly and sighed, "A scholar is useless. No matter how much you read or how much you understand, what use is it?" The world's superficial spirit is no longer what it once was.
Sorry for being rude, I unknowingly started complaining. Actually, Xin Linglong started to be popular during the Wude era of Daxia.
At that time, Princess Xia Yin of Daxia, whose maiden name was Linglong, loved embroidery, was skilled in needlework, and was kind-hearted.
One day, while secretly leaving the palace for a tour, while admiring lanterns by the river, he passed by someone, and a heart-shaped hairpin fell off his hairpin and stuck to someone's scarf.
Because the hairpin had a thin hook that firmly hooked the person's scarf and couldn't be removed, it took them a long time to separate the hairpin and scarf intact.
Through their joint efforts, the two became familiar and fond of each other. However, later, the palace found out about their relationship. At the time, royal rule was that princesses were not allowed to marry commoners.
That man put down his pen and joined the army, and in just over ten years, he rose from an ordinary soldier to repeatedly distinguished himself in battle and rose to the rank of general.
However, during a fierce battle with the barbarians, he was blinded in one eye by an arrow. Feeling he was no longer worthy of the princess, he left in disappointment.
However, just as he secretly left the camp, the princess arrived dressed in fine attire and brought all the dowry, and in the end, she married him.
Their story spread among the people, and later, during the Lantern Festival, unmarried men and women regarded this day as the grandest celebration.
Men wear scarves, and if a woman likes a man, she will stick Xin Linglong on it, showing her affection for you.
In fact, Xin Linglong is a small lock that can be opened without a key. Inside is a note with the woman's name, age, identity, and other information.
If you feel fated to meet them, you can exchange letters in the future, building a bridge of communication. Alas... "