The showers have begun to subside, revealing a clear and bright spring sky.
Chu Palace.
Murong Lingxuan hurried back from the military camp thirty miles away, got off his horse, and went straight to Fanghua Pavilion, covered in dust.
"little guy."
In the quiet Fanghua Pavilion, large datura flowers are lying messily under the flower trees, and the colors are still so bright.
"Little one, little one."
I called twice more, but no one answered in the empty courtyard.
Murong Lingxuan's heart tightened for a while, and he opened the door. Everything in the empty room was as before, except that the figure who was as proud as a cold plum was missing.
"Old servant has met the prince." Butler Wang learned that Murong Lingxuan returned to his home and hurried over.
"I don't want you to take care of me. Where is the person?"
Turning around, Murong Lingxuan's eyes were scarlet, and the anger in his eyes was enough to swallow up everything in the world. The housekeeper was so frightened that he took a step back. This was the first time he had seen such a terrifying prince.
"Old slave, I don't know either. After Miss Feng came back from the palace with the five hundred taels of silver given by the imperial concubine, she went back to Fanghua Pavilion and didn't see her leaving the palace." Butler Wang was also puzzled.
"You useless slave, you can't even look down on someone. Get lost and go down and receive your punishment yourself."
Murong Lingxuan, who was standing by the table, punched the marble-inlaid tabletop hard. The cloud-textured tabletop instantly shattered, and the back of Murong Lingxuan's hand also oozed bright red.
"Sir, Miss Feng is a woman who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. Since she walked out of Pang Mansion with Jin Yue, it is absolutely impossible for her to go back to Pang Mansion. Should we find them first?"
Murong Lingxuan was confused when he was concerned and a little irrational. Qingmeng was a bystander and reminded him with a clear head.
"You're right, it's important to find someone first. The little boy got five hundred taels of silver, so he must have found a place to stay first. Now you go immediately to summon the Iron Guards and search inns one by one, searching all over Yanjing.
I also need to find someone for me."
After a moment of panic, Murong Lingxuan returned to his usual calmness. His deep eyes were full of coldness, he walked quickly to the gate, got on his horse, and galloped on the streets of Yanjing City on his fast horse, looking for that person.
Wipe away the figure as cold as plum.
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Fortis Bank.
Feng Yunhua left one hundred taels of silver with her for urgent use, and deposited the rest of the money into Futong Bank.
She helped Jin Yue walk out of Futong Bank, intending to find an inn to stay. Not far away, a carriage suddenly stopped beside her, and a man stepped out of the carriage. He was Doctor Xu from Pinghe Hall in a gray shirt.
Xian Restaurant had a chance encounter to save Su Cheng.
"Girl, what a coincidence, where are you going with your baggage?" Doctor Xu approached and asked with a smile.
"It turns out to be Doctor Xu. Where are you going in the carriage?"
As a fellow doctor, Feng Yunhua spoke politely to Dr. Xu, who was older than him and could be said to be his grandfather, showing a hint of respect for his seniors.
"I went to Guojia Village, five miles outside the city. I have an old friend who broke his leg a few years ago. His legs and feet have not been very good since then. Now he is even more serious and can't walk on the ground. I'll go take a look and pick up some by the way.
Give him the medicine. Girl, you have good medical skills, why don’t we go and have a look together?” Dr. Xu smiled gently and sincerely invited.
"Okay." Feng Yunhua agreed with a slight smile. She and Jin Yue took Doctor Xu's carriage and passed towards the city gate.
On the spacious street, several sharp knives galloped past, causing dust to fly.
The first rider, wearing a crescent-white robe covered with dust, was Murong Lingxuan with an anxious face. Behind him were several riders, including Qing Meng and several iron-clothed guards who were looking for someone with them.
When an ordinary-looking carriage passed by, Murong Lingxuan had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the carriage.
A gust of breeze blew by, lifting the curtains of the carriage, revealing a young and young face, with a pair of cold and arrogant eyes that were as bright as the cold stars in the dark night.