Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

At this moment, Ling Yan stood in the center, her gaze calmly sweeping over the entire arena.

Then she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and slowly recited: "Flowers bloom in the garden, reflecting the blue sky; the melodious rhyme of poetry intoxicates the spring breeze. Talented men and beautiful women gather together to appreciate the magnificent chapters and their endless meaning."

Lingyan's voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, melodious and lingering, echoing in the air.

Her poems are beautiful in imagery and precise in word choice, like a magnificent and colorful scroll slowly unfolding before everyone's eyes.

Each word is like a dazzling pearl, radiating a captivating light.

Chu Xiyao followed suit, saying, "Swords point to the sky, piercing the clouds; heroic ambitions soar to the heavens. The landscape is like a painting, ready to roam freely; let us laugh and settle scores today."

Finally, Shen Qingchen continued, "The bright moon shines on the flowers, and my longing is like silk threads entwining my heart. I search for you a thousand times in my dreams, but when I wake up, I am filled with sorrow and tears."

The three men's brilliant poems silenced the entire audience, as if time itself had stood still.

A moment later, a burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted.

The applause was thunderous, and the cheers surged like ocean waves.

The young talent who had provoked them lowered his head in shame, feeling utterly ashamed, like a defeated rooster.

Then the host of the poetry gathering stepped forward and praised the talents of Lingyan and the other two: "It is an honor for us to witness the talents of the three of you today. Your poems are masterpieces and will surely be passed down through the ages."

Lingyan said modestly, "Thank you for your praise, brother. We were just doing it on a whim and made a fool of ourselves."

Chu Xiyao and Shen Qingchen both expressed their modesty.

The three men's humility and talent earned them even more respect and admiration from everyone present.

At this poetry gathering, Ling Yan, Chu Xiyao, and Shen Qingchen stunned the audience and became the focus of everyone's attention.

When everyone crowded around to ask about their names and lineage, the three casually brushed them off.

He then bid farewell to everyone and left.

After returning to the inn, I quickly packed my luggage and left the city that same day.

The three of them simply couldn't handle their enthusiasm.

Moreover, they don't want to be so high-profile.

Presumably, their performance at the poetry gathering today will be known throughout the city by tonight.

At that time, it will attract people from all walks of life to visit.

It might even attract the attention of the local government.

They are even more afraid that some intelligent people will suspect their identities and investigate them.

They didn't want to attract attention by being so high-profile, and they certainly didn't want to provoke the government, so they had no choice but to leave early.

So when everyone arrived at the inn where they had stayed that night, they found it empty.

Unfortunately, that's the only option left.

………………

Lingyan and her two companions traveled leisurely, stopping and starting along the way, until they arrived at another city on this day.

As they were walking down a street, Shen Qingchen and Chu Xiyao suddenly felt a sound coming from their direction.

The two then worked together seamlessly.

Chu Xiyao pulled Ling Yan behind him to protect her.

Shen Qingchen, on the other hand, grabbed the object that was being regarded as a hidden weapon.

However, upon seeing the hidden weapon itself, he was slightly puzzled and confused.

Because it is a sphere.

He understood that this could be used as a weapon.

However, its decorations are very ornate and exquisite.

The entire piece is embroidered with colorful silk threads, featuring delicate stitches and intricate, exquisite patterns.

The silk threads shimmered with captivating colors under the light.

What's even stranger is that it's adorned with tiny, exquisite bells.

A gentle breeze blows, and the bells ring out with a clear and melodious sound.

If it's a hidden weapon, why is it decorated with bells?

Wouldn't that be easily discovered?

However, Lingyan and Chu Xiyao immediately recognized the embroidered ball in Shen Qingchen's hand.

Could it be that a matchmaking ceremony is being held here, and the embroidered ball was uncontrollably thrown towards them amidst the chaos and scrambling of the crowd?

Shen Qingchen thought it was a hidden weapon, which is why she grabbed it.

If that's the case, then we're in trouble.

Just as she decided to leave with the two men immediately, a large group of people suddenly ran towards them from a distance.

The man in the lead was a middle-aged man who looked like a butler.

His face was full of urgency, his eyes were piercing, and he stared straight at them, shouting, "Wait, stop!"

Behind him followed a large group of men, young and old, with different expressions, but all with anticipation and longing in their eyes.

Clearly, they are all people who want to catch the embroidered ball this time.

Lingyan didn't want to get into trouble, fearing they would hold onto Shen Qingchen.

So he immediately gave Shen Qingchen a wink.

Shen Qingchen immediately understood.

Chu Xiyao then grabbed Ling Yan and disappeared in a few leaps.

Shen Qingchen immediately tossed the embroidered ball to everyone, and then disappeared from everyone's sight in a short while.

All that remained was the middle-aged butler's heart-wrenching cry: "Young master, wait!"

The three quickly reunited and continued their journey.

The three of them were sitting in the carriage. Lingyan looked at Shen Qingchen with amusement and asked, "Don't you know that's the embroidered ball that a woman throws when she's choosing a husband?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingchen suddenly realized that he had almost gotten himself into trouble.

He almost became someone else's...

Thinking of this, he immediately explained anxiously to Lingyan, "Ayan, believe me, I really don't know what that is. I just thought it was a hidden weapon. If I had known it was... I would never have touched it. You must believe me."

Lingyan looked at him, who was sweating profusely with anxiety.

She recalled that he had never broken a sweat, whether he was carrying her on his back every day or dealing with assassins.

It seems he was genuinely afraid she would misunderstand and think he had ulterior motives.

So she looked at him and smiled reassuringly, "You don't need to be afraid or panic. I didn't misunderstand you. Of course I understand what you're thinking. Don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Chu Xiyao took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handed it to him, and said jokingly, "Wipe your sweat. Look how flustered you are."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingchen accepted the gift and said, "Thank you."

Then she quietly began to wipe her sweat.

Lingyan watched them get along so harmoniously, and simply smiled without saying a word.

I wonder if they are really destined to be involved in the marriage proposal.

A few days later, they encountered another martial arts contest to find a husband in a town.

However, as long as they don't go on stage and just watch from the sidelines, they shouldn't cause any more trouble.

So they followed the crowd to see what it was all about.

Standing below the stage, surrounded by a bustling crowd, their gazes were all fixed on the woman on the stage.

The woman was dressed in a light blue, close-fitting outfit, and her eyes revealed determination and courage.

She gripped a gleaming sword tightly in her hand, its blade flashing with a chilling light under the sunlight.

She stood quietly on the stage, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her face beautiful yet exuding a heroic spirit.

As the martial arts contest to find a husband officially began, the first challenger leaped onto the stage.

He was a burly man, holding a large knife, his face full of fat trembling slightly with his movements.

He shouted and charged at the woman, brandishing his broadsword.

The woman, however, showed no fear. With a sharp look in her eyes and a swift movement, she easily dodged the burly man's attack.

Then, with a flick of her wrist, the sword shot out like a serpent, its speed dazzling.

The burly man hurriedly raised his knife to parry, but was still forced to retreat repeatedly by the woman's swordplay.

After several rounds, the burly man was panting heavily, while the woman remained calm and composed.

Finally, the woman seized the opportunity and stabbed the big man's wrist with her sword, causing the large knife in his hand to fall to the ground with a thud.

The woman won the first match easily.