End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The next morning, the sun shone on the bluestone road, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

Fan Mengmeng changed into a simple dress prepared for her by the maid in the Teng Mansion. Although it was not as convenient as modern clothes, it also had its own unique charm.

She took a deep breath and followed Teng Junze and Xiaofu out of the mansion.

The market was crowded with people, and the cries of hawkers were heard one after another. There were all kinds of stalls, selling candied haws, making dough figurines, and performing monkey shows... Fan Mengmeng was dazzled.

She followed Teng Junze closely, afraid that they would get lost accidentally.

Ancient markets are completely different from modern shopping malls. They do not have bright lights and neat shelves, but are full of a strong atmosphere of life.

"Sir, look at that candy man!" Fan Mengmeng pointed at a candy manufactory stall, her eyes sparkling.

Teng Junze followed her gaze and saw an old craftsman skillfully shaping syrup into various lifelike small animals.

"Want to eat?" Teng Junze raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Fan Mengmeng nodded embarrassedly, and Teng Junze bought a rabbit-shaped candy man and handed it to her.

Fan Mengmeng took it carefully, took a lick, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth.

As they walked, they came to a stall selling cloth.

The stall owner sat next to a pile of colorful cloths with a sad face, and business was slow.

Fan Mengmeng looked at the fabrics and something moved her heart.

She walked to the stall, picked up several pieces of fabric in different colors, and cleverly matched them together. "Look, isn't this more attractive?"

The stall owner's eyes lit up. The originally dull cloth suddenly became lively after being matched by Fan Mengmeng.

He rearranged the fabrics according to Fan Mengmeng's suggestion, which really attracted many customers to stop and his business picked up.

Teng Junze watched from the side, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. This woman always managed to surprise him.

"The girl is really clever and skillful," the stall owner said with a smile from ear to ear. "Thanks to the girl, today's business is much better than before!"

Fan Mengmeng smiled modestly and said, "I just know a little bit."

Teng Junze gently patted Fan Mengmeng's shoulder and said, "Let's go and take a look over there." He pointed to a stall in front of him.

He pointed to a stall in front of him selling antique calligraphy and paintings.

Fan Mengmeng was not interested in these, but she still patiently accompanied Teng Junze to choose.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on Fan Mengmeng's face, reflecting her fair skin and lively eyes.

Teng Junze looked at the smile on her face, and his eyes unconsciously revealed doting.

He gently brushed a fallen leaf from Fan Mengmeng's hair, and his fingertips accidentally touched her cheek. Fan Mengmeng's face turned slightly red, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

At this time, a burly, ferocious bully swaggered through the crowd and bumped into Fan Mengmeng, almost knocking her down.

"Don't you have eyes to watch when you walk?" the bully roared gruffly, his tone full of contempt.

Fan Mengmeng was so scared that she took a step back and hid behind Teng Junze.

Seeing this, Xiaofu immediately stood in front of Fan Mengmeng and glared at the bully: "What are you doing! How dare you bully me in broad daylight!"

The bully glanced at Xiaofu with disdain. "With your tiny body, you still want to protect her? You're overestimating yourself!" He reached out to push Fan Mengmeng, but Teng Junze quickly grabbed his wrist, his face cold. "Brother, isn't it too much to treat a woman like this?"

The bully tried to break free, but found that Teng Junze's hands were like iron clamps and did not move at all.

He became angry and laughed out loud, "Hey, where did this pretty boy come from? How dare you meddle in other people's business? Why don't you even ask who I am?" The vendors and passers-by around him all avoided him, fearing that they would get into trouble.

Some of the timid ones even began to whisper, "This is Zhang San, the bully in the east of the city. I heard that he has someone backing him up, and no one dares to mess with him." Xiaofu also pulled Teng Junze's sleeve worriedly, and whispered, "Young Master, let's go. It's better to have less trouble than more." Teng Junze glanced at Zhang San coldly, with an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth, "Zhang San? I want to see how powerful you are." He exerted a little force on his hand... Teng Junze's strength on his hand suddenly increased, and Zhang San's face turned pale with pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead.

"Ouch! It hurts! Please spare me!" He begged for mercy again and again, and his previous arrogance had disappeared without a trace.

Teng Junze did not let go immediately, but looked at him coldly with a cold tone, "Remember, don't let me see you bullying the weak again." After that, he swung Zhang San out.

Zhang San fell to the ground in a mess. He didn't care about the pain and crawled away.

Seeing this, the surrounding vendors and passers-by cheered and looked at Teng Junze with admiration.

A peddler exclaimed, "This young man is truly skilled! He punishes evil and promotes good. How admirable!" Another passerby chimed in, "Yes, if this young man hadn't intervened, that girl would have been in great trouble."

Xiaofu looked at Teng Junze with admiration, his tone full of pride, "Young Master, you are truly amazing!"

Fan Mengmeng's heart was beating fast. She had never seen Teng Junze so domineering, and her eyes were full of admiration.

She walked to Teng Junze and said softly, "Thank you."

Teng Junze looked at her, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, "You're welcome." He reached out and gently tidied up Fan Mengmeng's hair that was messed up by the wind. His fingertips accidentally touched her cheek, and Fan Mengmeng's cheek flushed.

They found a quiet corner and sat down, as if isolated from the surrounding noise.

Teng Junze's gaze fell on Fan Mengmeng's face. Her eyes were clear and bright, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

He couldn't help but want to get closer to her and feel her warmth.

Fan Mengmeng also felt Teng Junze's gaze, her heart beat faster, and a strange feeling spread in her heart.

When their eyes met, time seemed to stand still and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the other end of the market. The crowd began to stir, and shouts and exclamations came one after another.

"What happened?" Fan Mengmeng asked curiously.

Teng Junze frowned slightly. He stood up and looked in the direction of the commotion. "Let's go and take a look."

They followed the crowd toward the center of the riot, a sense of unease coming over them.

What exactly happened?

Will they be caught up in this sudden storm?