"Go and call the young master to me." The city lord ordered the butler.
"Yes." The butler responded and quickly went to find Ning Lang.
Not long after, Ning Lang arrived in the courtyard and saw his parents sitting at the table drinking tea. He then sat down next to them and asked, "Dad, Mom, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"You kid, you kid, you only care about making money all day long and don't even pay attention to your own health. Here, this is the soup your mother asked someone to stew for you." The city lord's wife gestured and pushed the stew on the table in front of him.
"Mom is so nice." He smiled with his small eyes, opened the cup and started drinking.
The city lord at the side saw this and coughed lightly. After he finished drinking, he said, "Be careful in everything when you go out. Listen to Master Feng more. Ask questions when you don't understand something. Don't act recklessly like you do at home. Think twice before doing anything. Also..."
Listening to his father muttering there, Ning Lang was a little confused: "Dad, why are you telling me all this? I'm not going far away." Why did these words sound so incomprehensible
"Remember what your father said, Lang'er. You must know that money is not everything. Mother hopes that you can go out and gain some experience, and change your greedy nature when you come back. What if your father gives you the management of Ningcheng in the future, and you love money so much, how can you do it? Not only will you not be able to impress the servants, but I'm afraid you will not be able to resist the temptation of money." The city lord's wife spoke in a deep voice, with lingering worry in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Mom, just let go..." He paused and shook his head: "Strange, why do I feel... dizzy?"
He looked at his parents, only to see that the two people in front of him had turned into four shadows. He shook his head to try to see clearly, but found that he still couldn't see. His head sank and he fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the couple looked at each other, sighed softly, put all the things prepared for him on him, and then ordered: "Ask a few people to carry the young master onto the carriage."
"Yes." The butler responded, called two guards in, and carried the person out to the carriage prepared outside.
On the other side, Fengjiu and Duan Ye also came out, just in time to see them helping the unconscious fat man onto the carriage. Seeing this scene, Duan Ye's mouth twitched and he glanced at Fengjiu.
He really did what he said and actually got the person away. At this moment, he strongly doubted that if he had not agreed to go with him, would he have been knocked unconscious and sent to the carriage like this
Come to think of it, it's really possible.
“Mr. Feng, everything is ready.” City Lord Ning said, looking at the carriage, sighing, bowing to Feng Jiu and saying, “Mr. Feng, thank you for taking care of my useless son.”
"Don't worry, City Lord." She nodded slightly and got on the carriage with Duan Ye. The difference was that this carriage had no coachman, so the driver could only be Duan Ye, who had changed out of his gorgeous clothes.
Because they left quietly through the back door, this inconspicuous carriage quietly left the city when the city gate was closed, and other forces in the city did not notice that they had left. After all, no one expected that he had just gone to He's house today and had left in the evening, and he went out through the back door.