Chapter 345 The Dying Man (1)_1
Pei Qin sized up the two handsome young men before her and couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of world had she transmigrated into? Why were all these men so handsome, so beautiful? Could it be that the men in this world all relied on their looks to make a living!?
Zhang Yan might not have had the best character, but he had a handsome appearance. Shen Songming was also extraordinarily handsome, and all the little Radishes were growing into beautiful young men—let alone that Mo Jiu, who was nothing but a pretty face!
As Pei Qin stroked her chin in thought, she realized she hadn’t seen any beautiful women, except for Meng Hongchan who had fair and delicate features. She herself barely passed muster, and Lu Hai next to her, though cold-faced and characterful, was not exactly beautiful either.
So, Pei Qin came to a conclusion. The handsome men were all out wandering the world, while the beautiful women were locked away in inner chambers, sheltered and pampered. Although she was also a woman, she feared she would never get to see those pampered beauties in this lifetime!
The pampered beauties were all hidden away in the households of the rich and powerful! Ordinary families had women working the fields, cooking, and washing clothes. Even if some beautiful wildflowers emerged, they were withered by the wind and sun, turning into plain-looking housewives!
Lu Hai saw her blatantly sizing up the men without any attempt to hide her gaze. He didn’t even care about his own wet clothes and furrowed his brows slightly, coughing lightly to remind her to be more cautious. It was one thing to stare at Mo Jiu, who was blind and couldn’t see her. But these two had eyes and exuded an extraordinary aura, and the guards beside them, though they had concealed their inner breath, were also masters.
Unconcerned, Pei Qin withdrew her gaze, noting Lu Hai’s clothes were soaked through, their lines almost visible, and spoke to the temple attendant, asking to move to another room for some hot tea and a rest.
A string of coins thrown their way had the temple attendant smiling and accommodating them willingly.
Pei Qin wrung out her wet clothes, but as they had no spare attire and even in the summer the dampness was uncomfortable, she requested a brazier to dry their garments, seeing that the heavy rain was unlikely to let up anytime soon.
The two men on the other side were quietly discussing Pei Qin and Lu Hai. It was unusual for a country girl to have a martial arts-skilled guard, especially a female expert. And there was something about Pei Qin’s breathing and footsteps that hinted at martial training, yet they could not ascertain her background. She might have trained in some unique External Martial Arts or be unfathomably profound.