"Go and call me the young master." The city lord ordered the housekeeper.
"Yes." The butler replied and hurried to find Ning Lang.
Not long after, Ning Lang came to the courtyard and saw his father and mother sitting at the table drinking tea, and then came to sit down beside them: "Father, mother, are you looking for me?"
"You kid, you kid, you just make money all day long, and you don't know how to pay more attention to your own body. Come, this is the soup that your mother asked you to stew." The city lord's wife gestured and stewed the table. Tang pushed in front of him.
"My mother is really nice." He narrowed his eyes with a smile, opened it and drank.
The city lord on the side saw him and coughed slightly. After he finished drinking, he confessed: "Be careful when you go out and listen to Master Feng. If you don’t understand, you should ask. It’s not like being at home. You have to think twice about everything you do, and..."
Listening to his father mumbling there, Ning Lang was a little confused: "Father, what are you telling me what to do? I don't go far." Why is this so inexplicable?
"Just remember what your father said, Lang'er, you have to know that money is not everything. My mother hopes that you will go out and practice, and when you come back, you can change your love for money. Leave this Ningcheng to you to manage, and you have such a temperament to love money, how can you do it? Not only can you not shake people down, but I am afraid that you will not be able to stand the temptation of money." The city lord’s wife said in a deep voice. Looking at him, there is a worry that cannot be removed.
"Mother, just let it go..." His voice paused and shook his head: "Strange, how do I feel... dizzy?"
He looked at his parents and saw that the two in front of him turned into four shadows. He shook his head to see clearly, but found that he still couldn't see, his head sank, and he fell on his stomach.
Seeing this, the couple glanced at each other, sighed, and put all the things prepared for him on him, before they commanded: "Call a few to carry the young master into the carriage."
"Yes." The butler responded and called two guards to come in and carried the person out of the prepared carriage.
On the other side, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye also walked out, just in time to see them lifting the comatose fat man onto the carriage.Seeing this scene, Duan Ye twitched his mouth and glanced at Feng Jiu.
He really did what he said, and he really got people away. At this moment, he strongly suspected that if he hadn't agreed to go with him, would he be stunned and sent to the carriage like this?
Think about it, it is really possible.
"Princess Feng, you are all ready." As the Lord Ning said, he glanced at the carriage, sighed, and bowed to Feng Jiu: "My son who is not a good son, I'm so troubled by Young Master Feng."
"Don't worry about the city owner." She nodded slightly, and got on the carriage with Duan Ye. The difference is that there is no coachman in this carriage, and the driver can only be served by Duan Ye, who has changed her Chinese clothes.
And because it left quietly at the back door, this humble carriage left the city quietly when it rushed to the gate of the city, and the other forces in the city did not notice that they had left. After all, no one expected him to go today. Hefu, he had already left in the evening, and he was still walking through the back door.
On the dark mountain road, a carriage moved slowly with the faintly falling moonlight, to the next target person...