"Master is afraid he's waiting urgently! Hurry up!"

As soon as Luo Jiaojiao left the prince's mansion, she urged her husband to leave quickly.

"I'm so anxious now!"

Bo Langjun smiled bitterly and speeded up.

"master!"

As soon as Luo Jiaojiao arrived near the city gate, she saw her master Shanchen sitting on a carriage under a tree.

"Get in the car!"

Shan Chen saw Fei ran to him and looked up at the playful look on Luo Jiaojiao's face, and his annoyance suddenly disappeared.

"Um!"

Luo Jiaojiao turned to the other side of the carriage and followed Bo Langjun up.

"I'll catch the bus!"

Feng Yue put down the horse stool and walked to Shan Chen and said.

Shan Chen moved to the side. Feng Yue pressed the carriage board and supported it, and the man was already sitting on the carriage board.

It takes about a day and a half to travel from Minyue to Yuzhang County by carriage.

Feng Yue's driving speed is not fast, making it very comfortable to sit in the carriage.

The carriages in the Minyue Palace are open-top, and the scenery along the way is unobstructed.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at the green all over her eyes and listened to the birds singing on the trees, her mood was particularly bright.

Bo Langjun closed his eyes and rested. He slept too late last night, but he was still a little tired.

"master!"

A rapid sound of horse hooves went from far to near, and Feng Yue slowed down the car.

A black-clothed guard rode his horse to the carriage where Bo Langjun was riding to salute him.

Bo Langjun took out a letter from his wide sleeve and handed it to the hidden guard.

There is no room for maneuver! Luo Jiaojiao's good mood along the way was destroyed by this letter that was about to be sent to the imperial city.

This letter is a letter to the third son of Yuzhang County and Princess Yuexin who asked for marriage.

"It's good to be clear about some things! How can things in the world be as satisfactory?"

Bo Langjun comforted Luo Jiaojiao. He had already seen her thoughts from Luo Jiaojiao's slowly frowning brows.

"Although we have tried our best, I still feel unhappy!"

Luo Jiaojiao bit her lip and said.

"It's getting late! Let's go to the town ahead to play the tip!"

Shan Chen shook his wine gourd and found that there was no wine inside.

"Feng Yue! Go to the city and find an inn to stay!"

Feng Yue looked at the sky and felt that it would be dark for another hour to run. However, since the master gave the order, he could only turn the carriage into the fork to the small county town.

There were not many inns in the city. Feng Yue chose a decent inn and stopped the carriage.

Bo Langjun got off the carriage and walked into the inn with Luo Jiaojiao, and couldn't help but frown.

“Two great rooms!”

Luo Jiaojiao thought this inn was pretty good! The table in the hall was polished brightly, and the aroma of the food was drilled into her nostrils.

Seeing that Bo Langjun was gorgeous in costumes and extraordinary in temperament, the boss whispered to take them to the garden where the guest was specially welcomed by the yard.

"Please follow me!"

The guy came over and said.

Bo Langjun and the other two followed the friend to the back garden and found that the houses here were decorated very novelly and the furnishings inside were particularly exquisite.

"Your boss knows us?"

Luo Jiaojiao touched the agarwood bed and asked the guy.

"I don't know what you want to eat?"

The guy lowered his head and waited for the order.

"Four bowls of beef noodles, a plate of steamed beef slices and a plate of fried bamboo shoots!"

Luo Jiaojiao hurriedly ordered food, and her stomach had already "gurgled".

"Another good daughter Hong!"

Shanchen ordered a jar of wine.

"Master! Your wine is much more expensive than our meals! Do you have to drink that good?"

Luo Jiaojiao turned around and looked at the master sitting at the tea table and asked.

"No drinking is useless!"

Shan Chen glanced at the Bo Langjun who was cooking tea.

"This errand seems to be yours!"

Bo Langjun slowly handed Shan Chen a cup of tea.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll rob your shop?"

Shanchen took the teacup and drank it all.

"Cow drink!"

Bo Langjun muttered to himself.

"Our background is naturally not comparable to yours! But you are not bad! There are so many industries under your name!"

As soon as Shan Chen finished speaking, Luo Jiaojiao stared at him and asked him.

"Master! What do you mean? How do you check our property?"

"It has nothing to do with me! I just heard from someone's mouth!"

Seeing that the guy was serving the food, Shan Chen quickly got up and sat at the low table that Feng Yue put down.

Luo Jiaojiao was still waiting to be questioned, but Bo Langjun grabbed her arm.

Bo Langjun shook his head gently at her.

What's going on? How can someone check your industry without asking?

Luo Jiaojiao's eyes had betrayed her ideas.

"Your master is helping us! I already know who did it."

Bo Langjun whispered to Luo Jiaojiao for a moment.

The master is really! I can’t say anything clearly, and I’m asking me about it.

Luo Jiaojiao muttered in her heart.

After dinner, Luo Jiaojiao followed Bo Langjun into the inner room.

Bo Langjun hugged Luo Jiaojiao and said to her:

"It must be that Qiu Jingshan was suspicious of my identity, so he secretly sent someone to investigate!"

"But your industry is all about Yang Zilan's name. How can he find out?"

Luo Jiaojiao raised her head and asked.

"I have many industries under my name! Otherwise, how can I hide my eyes and ears?"

Bo Langjun chuckled, and a playful smile appeared in his eyes.

"Don't laugh at me!"

Luo Jiaojiao clenched her fist and beat Bo Langjun's chest.

"Do you want to murder your husband?"

Bo Langjun grabbed Luo Jiaojiao's wrist and deliberately frowned and looked at him.

"I didn't use any effort! You don't have to make a big deal!"

"But you are a martial arts practitioner, not those ladies who are powerless!"

Bo Langjun is still unyielding.

"Let me see if it's popular! If you lied to me, I'll..."

Before Luo Jiaojiao finished speaking, Bo Langjun had already turned over...

The summer nights are always much shorter.
To be continued...