Chapter 125

Zhou Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at Wuhan: "Can you find that Long Shao?"

The Lord of the Dragon Pavilion, Long Shao, is mysterious and unpredictable, and his whereabouts are mysterious, and there are very few people who can see him.

In fact, Zhou Feiyu had asked people to investigate a few years ago, but they were all dead.

However, such a person is too mysterious and makes people feel very dangerous.

Wu Han smiled gently; "A few years ago, my family's business happened to have some negotiation with the Dragon Pavilion. Maybe, through this relationship, I can get in touch with the Dragon Pavilion."

"However, according to the news, during this time, the Dragon Pavilion forces suddenly spread out in Luocheng for some reason, as if they were deliberately targeting the Murong family."

"The Murong family?" Zhou Feiyu raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!"

Zhou Feiyu's eyes flashed deeply; "Wait a minute, you can go out of the city and visit Murong's house. Madam Murong cured the plague in Luocheng and Shuicheng, and sent me a congratulatory gift."

Wu Han smiled and nodded; "Yes!"

...

The west gate of the border town.

A luxurious carriage, driven by a groom, slowly drove out of the city gate.

However, before they left the city, they were stopped by officers and soldiers.

"The city gate is blocked, and no one can enter." A loud and rough voice sounded.

The groom stopped quickly and spoke respectfully; "Master, we are from outside the city. Our young master is seriously ill and needs to rush home for treatment. I wonder if the master can be accommodating..."

"It doesn't matter who you are, get out of the car and check."

However, before the groom could finish speaking, the officer pulled the groom down impatiently and pushed open the carriage door with a single force.

I saw that inside the carriage, there was a ill noble boy in golden and luxurious clothes, half-reclining on a soft couch, with a yellow face and thin skin, as if he was terminally ill.

After glancing at the eyes of the "Young Master", the officer and soldier disdainfully retracted his gaze.

Afterwards, I saw the leading officer and soldier shouting towards everyone who was blocked from leaving the city: "We are looking for a woman with purple eyes. If anyone of you knows, let me know. Our Seventh Highness will greatly reward you."

"My lord, who is that woman? Why did His Highness the Seventh Seal the city to arrest her? Could it be that that woman did something unfavorable to His Highness?"

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 suddenly asked.

"Yeah, what did that woman do? You need to get the city closed."

"We still have to rush delivery. This city is closed, how can I do this business..."

"That's right, I still have to rush home, this city is locked down, what can I do..."

"..."

The officers and soldiers were very impatient with the discussions around them.

"What are you doing with so many questions? All you have to do is see people with purple eyes and report them. They are all scattered. What are you still doing here?"

"Master, when can we leave the city?"

"When I can get out of the city, I will naturally be able to get out, roll..."

The rude and impatient voice made everyone dare to surround him there. After a while, everyone was dissatisfied but reluctantly dispersed.

The groom respectfully glanced at the noble son 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 door of the carriage and turned his head in the carriage.

inside the car.

The sick "Young Master" lying lazily on the couch is naturally Yun Wu.