Fu Xiao gave Mo Die a wink. Mo Die tied the horse he had taken away to the frame, went up first, reached Ji Yao with a hand, and helped her.

Then Fu Xiao also jumped up casually, followed Ji Yao into the carriage, and ordered Mo Die: "Open the way."

The car started swaying again.

Ji Yao was tightly wrapped around the waist by the belt of this dress, and could not lean against one side as loosely as before. He could only hold an extremely rare lady posture and gritted his teeth and hold on.

This posture makes people feel elegant, but there will definitely be side effects - it is exhausting very much. After a while, Ji Yao's upper and lower eyelids started fighting.

"Hey, don't sleep now. It's almost here, hold on for a while." Fu Xiao kept paying attention to Ji Yao's condition. Seeing her like this, he could not help but make a sound reminder.

Ji Yaoqiang was energetic and allowed his upper body to move his only neck, allowing it to sway back and left and right according to the rhythm of the bumpy carriage.

Fu Xiao couldn't stand it, so he reached out to hold her free head and smiled, "Don't mess up your brain, and still expect you to help a lot."

Ji Yao was about to refute, but he heard the shouts on both sides becoming clearer.

"Xucheng has arrived." Mo Die closed the roads he had handed to the city to check and reported them in a timely manner.

When Ji Yao heard this, he forgot to have something to do with Fu Xiao, so he carefully lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked out curiously.

It's really a different style.

The streets of Xucheng are very lively, and all the sights are all foreigners dressed in different clothes.

The weather is not cool or hot. So, whether it is green shirt or sable fur, people wear any kind of clothes. There is a guest wearing a rabbit-skinned scarf next to the stall owner, which is obviously not the same season, and it looks strange.

You can start a business by simply laying a board on the side of the road or spreading it directly on the ground with a blanket.

Candy people have snacks, pots, bowls, and pots, and whatever you want. There are also some snacks I have never seen before. They sting the pot with a stinging sound, and the aroma is everywhere. They will be fried golden and crispy when taken out.

Some fruits and fruits cannot even be named. They seem to be picked from the tree, fresh and sweet in the air.

Mo Die drove past a small barbecue shop. A breeze swept up a strong smell of spice, hitting the sky spirit cover from his nose.

The proprietress leaned at the door and greeted him enthusiastically in accented Mandarin: "I'm here, brother, do you want a bunch of waist?"

"Hahaha, no, no..." Mo Dieh waved his hand and swallowed his saliva back.

"It's lively."

Ji Yao sniffed, tried hard to absorb the burnt fragrance of the roasted food in the air just now, and asked Fu Xiao: "Where is the meat from the waist?"

Fu Xiao was thinking about other things, but when he heard the question, he finally raised his head, looked at Ji Yao, who had a strong desire for knowledge, raised his hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen, and said, "It's just here."

"Is it delicious!" Ji Yao blinked.

"Ah... I don't know if it tastes delicious, but I heard it is quite nourishing." Fu Xiao said seriously, "For men, it's a big supplement."

Ji Yao smiled awkwardly and said, "Haha, you can do it if you don't show me."

Fu Xiao shrugged and continued to think about things with his chin.

After a while of nothing to say, Ji Yao was tired of the little street scene outside and kicked his legs restlessly.

Fortunately, the carriage stopped after a while.

Mo Die called them out of the car and said he had arrived at the inn.

Fu Xiao left the car door first, Ji Yao took a step back and tidied up his veil and clothes in the car before lifting the curtain down.

As soon as I went out, I saw Fu Xiao reaching out to wait for her to pick her up, with a smile on his lips, and with those two extra beards, he really looked like he was a bit traitorless and businessman.

"Hands are sore, come down quickly!" Fu Xiaoping spread his palms and shook them up and down. Seeing that Ji Yao did not react at all, he raised his eyebrows in a slutty way and lowered his voice: "How can I take over the role of Meiji so quickly? Could it be that I really want me to hug you down?"

Ji Yao rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. He pretended to be careless and glanced at the surrounding environment.

Seeing that there were many passers-by, I didn't want to turn against Fu Xiao on the road, so I had to hand it out and steadily get out of the car with his strength.

The three of them entered the inn and were about to find the shopkeeper to go to several rooms, but they were stopped.

Fu Xiao and Mo Die's expressions changed instantly - obviously, they knew the people who came, and they were not good at dealing with each other.

The man blocked their way with a folding fan, smiled and put his head on the side of Fu Xiao's face, squinted his eyes, and said, "Oh, isn't this Fu Young Master? I almost missed it if I didn't look carefully. When did I have such an ugly beard?"

Fu Xiao quietly took a little step forward, blocking Ji Yao, who had not yet figured out the situation, turned sideways slightly, raised his hand and bowed politely, and asked, "How come the Second Master is here?"

"Ha, Mr. Fu is afraid that he didn't ask questions knowingly."

The man opened the folding fan in a flash, shook it casually, lowered his head and walked to Fu Xiao, tapped one hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I am not patient, but I have a lot of time. For some things, I still like to keep an eye on the progress myself."

"As entrusted by others, you are loyal to others. Fu has always believed in his words. The things arranged by the second master will always be done. You don't have to be despised to this point. It's better to do something else than to spend this effort."

Fu Xiao didn't dodge, and even when the man poked hard, he stretched his waist straight.

His tone was very respectful, but his posture did not wince.

"Those predecessors in the world are famous but they don't show their true colors, which makes me really curious."

Seeing that he could not shake Fu Xiao, the man lost interest. He withdrew his finger and reached out to pat Fu Xiao's shoulder twice.

He held the fan in the palm of his hand and said dryly: "Everyone says that he has no hair on his lips and is not sure about his work. Mr. Fu dresses up like this, but I have made me see clearly that I have to believe you if I don't believe it."

"I dare not take it." Fu Xiao continued to bow without changing his face, "There will be a result soon. Second Master, please wait."

"Oh? That's the best. But have you found a trace?"

"Second Master has handed over the matter to the bottom of the process, so there is no need to ask about the process."

Ji Yao was blocked by Fu Xiao. He heard the two of them talking with guns and sticks. He was very curious about the identity of the visitor and quietly poked his head out. He happened to be caught by the second master.

His eyes lit up, he pulled and closed the fan, looked at Ji Yao with interest, and raised his eyebrows frivolously.

Ji Yao was uncomfortable being stared at by the other party's peach blossom eyes, avoiding his sight, and still felt cold sweat behind him, so he hurriedly retracted Fu Xiao's back, rubbed his arms exposed outside seriously, soothing goosebumps.
Chapter completed!