Many other small tribes actively attached themselves to him, and his reputation spread throughout the grassland.
However, in front of Shen Mingzhu and Xiao Xian, he was still so hospitable, cheerful and lively, without any airs.
If he wants to go to his own territory, Shen Mingzhu and Xiao Xian will naturally not refuse.
After putting it into practice, they agreed to set off on the next day, not wanting to waste any time.
Early the next morning, Shen Mingzhu and others left Shangjing for Mianzhou.
Chu Ting was impatient with this kind of farewell ceremony and ran away on horseback before dawn. When Shen Mingzhu and others were sent out of the city by Ye Lujin himself, he had already arrived at a resting place.
Chu Ting got off his horse and let the horse eat grass by itself, while he went into the teahouse to drink a cup of hot tea.
At this time, he saw a woman wearing a bamboo hat. Although her face could not be seen, she was sitting at the table. Although the tea room was a bit crowded, no one approached her, and no one dared to sit with her.
Of table.
The woman's lonely, cold and arrogant temperament and the way she kept away from strangers immediately attracted Chu Ting's attention.
Chu Ting walked over in a swaggering manner, smiled and sat down at the table. He looked at the woman and said with a smile: "Mrs. Rong is so quick. She will be waiting on the way."
That woman was Rong Ziyu. She raised her eyelids and glanced at Chu Ting, looking at his cynical look that didn't want to be beaten, without even a single expression.
Chu Ting still smiled devilishly, not caring at all what kind of stunning whirlwind he had created around him, "If I guessed correctly, are you waiting for Shen Mingzhu?"
Only then did Rong Ziyu raise her eyes to look at him. Naturally, she could see him clearly through the gauze.
Rong Ziyu had no direct dealings with this Chu Ting, but naturally their people would not let go of the envoys of the Qin State from the Jin State.
What's more, Chu Ting has a special identity, unique experience, and weird and powerful martial arts. Almost no one can find out his true identity.
The superiors must want them to know something about Chu Ting, so before Chu Ting arrived, someone sent him his life information and asked them to read it by heart.
So Rong Ziyu is no stranger to Chu Ting.
Although Chu Ting had not officially dealt with Rong Ziyu, he had heard about it from Shen Mingzhu, especially the fact that Rong Ziyu was Yelu Feixiong's concubine, and now she had faked her death and followed Yelu En.
"Chu Ting is indeed a sweetheart. Nothing can be hidden from you. Yes, I want to wait for Shen Mingzhu." Rong Ziyu has no need to hide it anymore.
"Let me guess again," Chu Ting continued, "You must be looking for Shen Mingzhu to tell her some news, and this news was difficult for you to tell in the palace. Right."
Rong Ziyu didn't answer, which was considered acquiescence.
Chu Ting looked at her with a smile, "You tell me the same thing."
Rong Ziyu said coldly: "Why should I tell you?"
Chu Ting raised his eyebrows and tapped the rim with his white jade fingers, "Just because I am Chu Ting, I am Shen Mingzhu's friend. Tell me that you are also my Chu Ting friend. If you don't tell me, I will
There is a way to know, and you have offended me. In the future, I will inevitably give you obstacles and make you suffer."
Rong Ziyu snorted coldly, "Others will be afraid of you, but I won't."
Chu Ting's smile was still so charming and rosy, and his voice was still extremely gorgeous.