Zhou Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at Wu Han: "Can you find that Young Master Long?"
The master of the Dragon Pavilion, Young Master Long, is mysterious and unpredictable, and his whereabouts are surreptitious, and very few people can see him.
In fact, Zhou Feiyu had asked people to investigate in the early years, but nothing happened.
However, such a person is too mysterious, which makes people feel very dangerous.
Wu Han smiled softly; "A few years ago, my family's business happened to have some negotiations with Longge. Maybe, through this relationship, we can get in touch with Longge."
"However, according to the news, during this period of time, the forces of the Dragon Pavilion suddenly spread in Luocheng for some reason, and it seems that they are deliberately targeting the Murong family."
"Murong's family?" Zhou Feiyu raised his eyebrows.
"Yes!"
A deep look flashed across Zhou Feiyu's eyes; "Wait a minute, you go out of the city and go to Murong's house. Mrs. Murong cured the plague in Luocheng and Shuicheng, and send me a congratulatory gift."
Wu Han smiled and nodded; "Yes!"
The west gate of the border town.
A luxurious carriage, driven by a groom, drove slowly towards the city gate.
However, before leaving the city, he was stopped by officers and soldiers.
"The gates of the city are closed, and no one is allowed to enter." A loud and rough voice rang out.
The groom stopped quickly and said respectfully, "Master, we are from outside the city. Our young master is seriously ill and needs to be rushed home for treatment. I wonder if the master can be accommodating..."
"Whoever you are, get out of the car and check."
However, before the groom could finish speaking, the officer and soldier impatiently dragged the groom off, and pushed open the door of the carriage with all his strength.
I saw that inside the carriage was a sickly noble young man dressed in golden and luxurious clothes, lying leisurely and half lying on a soft couch. His face was sallow and emaciated, as if he was terminally ill.
After glancing at the "noble young master"'s eyes, the officer and soldier didn't bother to look away.
After that, I saw the leading officer and soldier shouting to the people who were blocked from leaving the city: "We are looking for a woman with purple eyes. If any of you know it, report it, and our Seventh Highness will reward you greatly."
"My lord, who is that woman? Why did His Highness the Seventh Prince seal the city and arrest her? Could it be that that woman did something unfavorable to His Highness Seventh?"
Inside the carriage, a voice that was neither male nor female came weakly.
And these words also made the people who were blocked at the gate of the city who wanted to leave the city immediately asked.
"Yeah, what did that woman do? Need to get the city closed."
"We still have to rush to deliver the goods. This city is closed, but how can I do this business..."
"That's right, I still have to hurry home, the city is closed, what should I do..."
"..."
The officers and soldiers were very impatient with the discussions around them.
"What are you asking so many for? You just need to report the purple-eyed people you see, and they're all scattered. What are you still gathering here for?"
"Then, sir, when can we leave the city?"
"When you can leave the city, you will be able to leave naturally, rolling..."
The rude and impatient voice made everyone dare to surround him. After a while, everyone was dissatisfied but dispersed helplessly.
The groom looked respectfully at the noble young master in the carriage: "Young master, you can't get out of this city gate, then we..."
"Let's go back."
"Yes!"
The groom also closed the carriage door and turned around in the carriage.
inside the car.
The sickly "Young Master" lying lazily on the couch is naturally Yun Wu.