After Chang Ling left, Long Xuan looked at the dishes with only a little less wine, and ordered his men to say, "Toss them all."
After the servants removed the banquet and cleaned up the main room, a middle-aged man walked into the main room.
"No gift," Long Xuan didn't let the middle-aged man salute, and didn't raise his eyes to look at the middle-aged man.
"His Royal Highness," the middle-aged man dressed as a Jianghu person. Although Long Xuan said no ceremony, the man fell to one knee and called Long Xuan.
"How is the master of Ning Zhuang?" Long Xuan asked.
"My villa owner is still safe," said Hui Longxuan, a messenger from Mingjian Villa.
"Tell him everything until I return," Long Xuan said, "Don't worry about Qilin Villa for the time being."
After listening to Long Xuan's words, the messenger said to Long Xuan as if a stone had fallen to the ground, "The villain will go back and tell the owner of my house."
"Go," Long Xuan threw a few silver dollars in front of the messenger and said to the messenger, "This is Yunguan, be careful yourself."
The messenger took Long Xuan's reward, kowtowed to Long Xuan, and walked out very quickly.
After the messenger left, Long Xuan seemed to be tired, resting on the coffee table beside him with his hands on his forehead.
"His Royal Highness," came from above to send Long Xuan the good fortune of Emperor Xingwu's family letter, and brought hot tea and a few plates of snacks to Long Xuan.
"That person left?" Long Xuan asked.
"Let's go," Fu Yun poured tea for Long Xuan, "The servant watched the man leave the house with his own eyes."
Long Xuan took a sip of hot tea and suddenly sighed.
"If Your Highness is tired, just rest," Fu Yun said hurriedly. Long Xuan's sigh was like that of someone who hasn't come up for a long time. He finally tried his best to breathe out a breath, which made people feel that it was difficult to breathe out.
"Another person will be sent to Mingjian Villa to report the news." Long Xuan took the teacup in his hand and used it as a hand.
"Didn't the messenger of Mingjian Villa just leave?" Fuyun asked.
"That person can't live anymore," Long Xuan said, "Send someone to tell Luo Tingchao that Mingjian Villa can't keep it, so let him get ready as soon as possible."
"Will there be an accident at Famous Sword Villa?" Fortune couldn't believe Long Xuan's words. Qilin Villa fought with Famous Sword Villa like that. Even if the name Sword Villa is still fine, is it really impossible to keep it this time
"This time the government has come forward," Long Xuan said and shook his head, "It's no longer a petty fight between Jianghu people."
"The slave will order someone to do it," Fu Yun replied hurriedly.
"As soon as possible, maybe Ning Shuying will have time to run," Long Xuan got up and walked outside the main room.
Outside the house, the wind swept the yellow sand, almost making people unable to open their eyes.
Long Xuan handed the teacup in his hand to Fortune who followed behind him, "Luo Wei is here, you people should be careful not to provoke him when you walk in and out."
Fu Yun carefully took the teacup from which Long Xuan had only drank, and said, "Your Highness, Third Young Master, is he going to be angry with you again?"
"For Wei Lan's sake, he wished I would die immediately," Long Xuan said to Fuyun, covering his eyes with his hand, "I'm going to rest, you can report to me at any time."
"Yes," Fu Yun bowed.
Long Xuan walked to the backyard.
Fu Yun hesitated for a moment, but still chased after Long Xuandao: "Your Highness, the servant brought a troupe into the mansion today. Would your Highness have a look?"
"You let me watch the play?" Long Xuan turned his head and looked at Fuyun coldly.
Fu Yun shrank his neck, strengthened his courage, and said to Long Xuan with a smile on his face: "The children in that class are all good, and the show is good, the slave is thinking, Your Highness has been working hard this time, and the slave is to want His Highness," Fu Yun said. Before Yun finished speaking, he saw Long Xuan walking forward, "Your Highness," Fu Yun chased two more steps.
"Shut up," Long Xuan said.
"The slave will arrange for someone to deliver the letter," Fuyun dared not say any more.
"Let those actors go," Long Xuan added.
"Yes," Fuyun's head was almost lowered to his chest, "the slaves will let them go."
Long Xuan walked towards the backyard, and before he could take a few steps out, he saw a few people kneeling by the roadside, who were only teenagers according to their stature.
"Let's go," Fu Yun took a few steps, caught up, and said to these people: "Wait at the back door with your class master, I'll pay you wages in a while, don't get in the way of my master here."
Several teenagers hurriedly stood up from the ground, and one of them was bold and looked up at Long Xuan curiously.
"Let's go!" Fu Yun hurriedly drove these youngsters away.
Long Xuan glanced over, and it happened to meet the eyes of the young man who looked up at him. When the young man saw Long Xuan's icy cold eyes without a trace of warmth, he was frightened, lowered his head quickly, and wanted to leave after his companion.
"Stop," Long Xuan said again at this time.
"Stop," Fuyun called out to the young men again: "Don't go yet."
Long Xuan walked up to the young man who looked up at him, and reached out to lift the young man's chin.
"Master," the young man tried his best to show Long Xuan a well-trained smile.
Long Xuan looked at the young man. At first glance, the young man looked somewhat similar to Luo Wei, and was also of the same age, "Is that why you let them come here?" Long Xuan asked Fu Yun, who was beside him.
Fu Yun bowed his head and peeked at Long Xuan's expression, wanting to see if he could please Long Xuan this time.
"It looks a bit similar," Long Xuan looked at the boy's eyebrows carefully.
The young man's smile froze on his face, and no one could laugh under Long Xuan's gloomy gaze.
"Your Highness, if you like it," Fu Yun courted Long Xuandao.
"Player?" Long Xuan's hand touched the boy's lips again, stained with a blush, and the boy even put on makeup.
"Yes, yes," the young man didn't know what Long Xuan was thinking about him. Although he was scared to death, he continued to make himself laugh.
"His Royal Highness," Fu Yun asked Long Xuan in a low voice, "Do you want him to serve?"
Long Xuan withdrew his hand, and at the same time turned around and gave Fu Yun a slap in the face.
Fu Yun was beaten by Long Xuan so that his whole body flew out, and he didn't dare to count how many teeth he lost, and he didn't dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He got up, knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move.
Several teenagers were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground again.
"How dare you compare him to an actor?" Long Xuan's voice carried the ruthlessness of his anger, and stared at Fuyun with his hands behind his back: "What kind of thing are you?!"
"The servant should die, the servant should die!" Fu Yun smashed his forehead a few times, "The servant is fascinated, I beg Your Highness to spare the slave's life! Your Highness spares the servant's life! The servant will no longer dare."
Long Xuan suddenly turned around and looked at the boy who was somewhat similar to Luo Wei, and scared the boy to his knees and stepped back. Although he couldn't figure out what was going on, the boy still kowtowed to Long Xuan and begged for his life: "This lord spare your life, the villain is just an actor, the villain doesn't know anything, please calm down your anger and spare the villain's life!"
Long Xuan walked in front of the young man, the young man's body had reached the pillar, and there was no way to retreat, so he had to keep begging Long Xuan. Looking at the young man, Long Xuan thought for a while before saying one word, "Go away."
Several young people got up from the ground on hands and feet and ran away quickly.
"If you weren't still useful to me," Long Xuan glanced at Fuyun again, "I must kill you!"
Long Xuan walked for a long time before Fu Yun softened and collapsed to the ground.