"Now that's awesome, from now on, won't the young general be a royal relative?"
"Isn't that true? Our village girls can't reach that high status anymore; they'll all be crying."
"Hahahaha...."
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The sound of gongs and drums filled the air, men chatted and laughed, and the girls eagerly anticipated the arrival of the admired general, hoping to ease their lovesickness.
"What's so good about that guy? He's narrow-minded, bullies others with his power, takes personal revenge, and incites trouble. A bunch of head-over-heels fools, they're all hopeless."
Liu Qingqing also mingled among them, vigorously rubbing a washed white silk handkerchief, grumbling angrily.
Up ahead came the rapid sound of horse hooves. A few fast horses galloped along the river channel, getting closer and closer.
"General Lin is here!"
"It's the young general!"
A sharp-eyed villager saw a young general in black armor at the head of the group. He couldn't help but cheer loudly.