Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Zhao Yue felt a little nauseous. How could she say such shameful words like "the mountains have no hills and the sky and the earth are united"?

"You just like his face now, but when he gets old..."

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Jiang Shangxian stood up suddenly and pushed open the window: "Madam, please look!"

Zhao Yue: ???

Zhao Yue stood up shakily, supporting herself on the edge of the table with one hand. She hadn't drunk much for many years, and her alcohol tolerance had declined significantly. She walked to Jiang Shangxian's side and looked out the window for a while.

The sky was azure, with wisps of clouds curling up in the air. Young men were bustling about on the ground. It was broad daylight, and the older men were busy with their work. "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Shangxian raised his head and looked at his future mother-in-law's jaw angle with some difficulty. Cui Bianxu might have inherited his height from her.

How could she possibly win? With her little Karami, someone might just pick it up and swing it around and throw it away.

"Madam, look, what Chang'an City lacks the most is young and handsome men, especially in Pingkangfang. Those who come and go are all of some status and background."

She smiled shyly and pointed at someone casually, "Let's talk about that one. He has a handsome face, a high nose bridge, eyebrows like swords, a deep gaze, and strong facial features. He is stunning at first glance."

Zhao Yue looked in the direction she pointed. Miss Jiang's description was so detailed, it was like she was selecting a concubine. She couldn't help but nod, "Stunning indeed."

Unexpectedly, after praising him, she shook her head, not without regret: "It's a pity that although my aura is stronger than others, the clothes I wear are not made of good material..."

Jiang Shangxian is looking at male models...Oh no, she really has some skills in appreciating men.

"It's a bit plain. He doesn't have any of the things that ordinary men like to wear. But so what?" Zhao Yue was puzzled, her eyes still on the man. She didn't think there was anything strange about him that was worth them standing here to watch.

Jiang Shangxian confidently stated his guess: "This man must have fallen on hard times. Don't underestimate this kind of man, as long as you treat him well, you can easily capture him."

Zhao Yue felt like her heart was about to burst out of her mouth. She quickly stopped the person who was talking nonsense next to her and said, "Stop saying such nonsense!"

Oh my god, Bodhisattva in Heaven, Three Pure Ones, which one of you is free, please come and take this young lady in!

"Ouch, ouch, ma'am, let go!"

Jiang Shangxian, whose head was pressed, did not struggle. She was afraid that if she fought, she would not be able to beat her future mother-in-law, so it was better to beg for mercy directly.

The most important thing for a person is to know the times.

Zhao Yue let go of her hand with a huff. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both squatted on the ground with their backs against the wall. Jiang Shangxian touched Zhao Yue's shoulder with his shoulder, his face full of sincerity and innocence: "Chang'an is so beautiful, how can we not see it?"

"Look! Stop talking nonsense!" After a brief struggle, Zhao Yue carefully looked through the pair of eyes that were sticking out from the window frame. After making sure that no one noticed the two of them, she pulled the person up.

Jiang Shangxian lightly brushed off the dust on his clothes, his demeanor as if nothing could happen. "Let's look at that gentleman again. Oh! Yes, the one wearing a bean blue round-necked robe, holding a fan in his hand."

Jiang Shangxian's eyes quickly shuttled through the crowd like a hunting eagle, and soon he pointed at another one.

Zhao Yue rubbed her temples in confusion and asked in a low voice, "I saw him, so what? He's quite fair."

"Not only does this young man's complexion resemble the fallen snow on winter plum blossoms, he also looks a bit cold and delicate, with a scholarly air about him. While his features aren't as gorgeous as the previous one, they are extremely refined and unique in their own way... I've heard that Jiangnan has always been home to many scholars, and the beauties there are even more gentle and graceful. This young man must be from Jiangnan, what do you think, Madam?"

Before Zhao Yue could judge the truth of his words, as Jiang Shangxian finished speaking, a young lady who was passing by bumped into the young man head-on. The young man was indeed as gentle as Jiang Shangxian said. He kept bowing and apologizing to the young lady, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth made the young lady's cheeks blush. She hesitated and looked back every few steps, and left reluctantly.

"Look, madam. This gentleman is nothing special when he's not smiling, but when he does, he's truly charming, like the flowers blooming in the springtime in the south of the Yangtze River."

She was such a good commentator that Zhao Yue unconsciously became more serious. She really liked the refined Confucian scholars: "It really makes my heart flutter..."

"The heart of a scholar is cold, and he is equally warm to everyone. Such a man can only be admired from afar and not played with~"

Jiang Shangxian shook his head, and after he finished speaking, he took the time to glance at her expression before reassuring himself and continuing to search among the crowd: "Madam, look over there."

"But the gardenia-colored one?" Zhao Yue's brain was very flexible and she had already learned to answer quickly.

"Exactly!"

The young teacher Jiang Shangxian praised her generously: "Madam, you have good taste!"

Zhao Yue raised her head with a hint of pride. "For martial artists, eyesight is extremely important. Although my martial arts skills have deteriorated over the years, I still have some basic skills."

"That young man is obviously a playboy in the world of romance, full of cosmetics, and he must be very good at making people happy..."

Jiang Shangxian clicked her tongue and was about to say something when she saw a familiar figure wearing a bamboo hat. He stopped in the endless stream of people and faced them quietly. In an instant, alarm bells went off in her mind and she immediately changed her words: "Oh my God, it's strange that..."

Then she quickly grabbed Zhao Yue, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, slammed the window shut, and turned her back, not daring to breathe.

Zhao Yue was listening in a daze, thinking that Miss Jiang had a good eye for men, when she suddenly closed the window and said something strange. She couldn't help but wonder, "What's going on? Why don't I smell anything?"

"You smell like powder and rouge, which is not a good thing. Madam, let's continue eating. It's windy outside, so let's not watch for now."

This is the bad thing about time travel. She said no one understood her jokes, but if it were now, just one sentence would definitely make someone laugh.

"Where's the wind? You're too weak, young lady..." Zhao Yue grumbled somewhat dissatisfiedly. Ever since she married into the Cui family, how many years had it been since she had looked at her handsome husband so freely?

What's the point? You're just going to stop talking now?

Keeps you in suspense!

Jiang Shangxian thought of the figure just now, and a struggle between his conscience and his desires arose in his mind. Did he hear it?