The procession, like a long snake, slowly and silently passed through the soldiers kneeling on both sides to greet them. Without looking away, they entered the city with great pride.
In the procession, sedans were interspersed one after another, showing majesty and solemnity, which seemed particularly terrifying in this rainy day with lightning and thunder.
As this group of people entered the city, the city gate was closed again, and everything was submerged in the heavy rain, as if nothing had happened.
Until ten minutes later, in front of the gate of the city lord's palace, accompanied by the patter of rain, the city lord's gate slowly opened. A group of soldiers ignored the pouring rain and quickly lined up in front of the door to welcome them despite the heavy rain.
Zhu Yanshuo was also accompanied by the four masters, and the old housekeeper personally held an umbrella and followed closely.
With a bang, the first sedan fell to the ground. Among the rear sedans, a man ran quickly to the first sedan despite the rain. He bent down, held up an umbrella with a very low posture, and opened the sedan curtain.
Immediately afterwards, a man dressed in black slowly stepped out of the sedan. As soon as he got off the sedan, he gently raised his hand to block the umbrella of the man next to him. What was surprising was that even though it was raining heavily, it seemed to be pouring down.
, but not even a drop of rain touched him.
Those rain guards seemed to have spiritual energy. They immediately turned around as soon as they reached his side, and only returned to normal vertical landing half a meter away from him.
As he took a big step, the rainwater on the ground automatically moved away without touching his shoes at all. Only when he moved away did the waves return to normal.
Seeing this, the four masters each frowned and were slightly frightened.
Not even a drop of water touches his body. This person looks young, but his cultivation is really terrifying.
"City Lord Zhu?" the man said softly.
Zhu Yanshuo suddenly came back to his senses and said respectfully: "Special Envoy Ye?"
The man snorted coldly, but did not deny it. For a moment, regardless of the pouring rain, Zhu Yanshuo rushed directly into the rain, raised his hands slightly, and hurriedly greeted him: "Thank you for your hard work, Special Envoy Ye, please come inside, please come inside."
"Old housekeeper, please quickly order the kitchen to prepare high-quality hot milk to help you get rid of the cold and dampness."
"Yes!" The old housekeeper accepted the order and did not dare to neglect at all, and quickly retreated to the kitchen.
Seeing this, the man nodded slightly, glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, and said nonchalantly: "Let me introduce, this is Futian."
This person is Ye Shijun, Futian and others who came slowly all the way.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yanshuo bowed slightly to Futian: "I have met senior Futian."
Futian smiled slightly and returned the greeting: "City Master Zhu is so polite."
Ye Shijun saw that the two of them had finished greeting each other but did not go inside. Instead, he turned slightly and looked at the group of sedan chairs behind him, as if waiting for something.
Futian immediately understood what he meant and hurriedly waved his big hand to the bearer of the second sedan behind him. The bearer immediately understood and quickly opened the sedan curtain and held up an umbrella.
After a while, a woman quickly walked out of the sedan.
Although his face is a little pale, his facial features are exquisite. Even though he looks quite haggard, his excellent foundation still makes many others envious. A group of people, including City Lord Zhu, can't help but be slightly fascinated by him at this time.
This woman is beautiful.
The only fly in the ointment is that not only does she seem to have a haggard face, she also doesn't seem to be in very good health. She obviously seems to have some problems when walking, her legs are clenched, and her eyes are quite dull.
With the help of the servant, she limped to Ye Gucheng's side.
"Is this your lady?" City Lord Zhu was slightly startled.
"That's right, her name is Fumei." Ye Shijun smiled coldly and looked at Fumei.
Fu Mei lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhu Yanshuo.
"Mrs. Ye, Zhu is polite."
"Mei'er, Lord Zhu is here to say hello to you." Ye Shijun snorted coldly.
Hearing Ye Shijun's voice, a trace of imperceptible fear clearly flashed in Fu Mei's eyes. Then she still lowered her head, but she squatted down politely and saluted: "Fu Mei has met Lord Zhu."
Zhu Yanshuo smiled softly and said politely to Ye Shijun: "Your Majesty, you have a dignified appearance and elegant manners. As expected, you and Special Envoy Ye are both handsome and talented, just like a match made by gods."
"Come on, everyone, it's raining heavily outside, let's go inside and talk."
Ye Shijun sneered disdainfully after hearing the preface, nodded, and walked all the way to the main hall at Zhu Yanshuo's invitation.
Walking inward from the palace gate, it was quite far away from the main hall. Although there was lightning and thunder, and the rain was heavy, soldiers still stood on both sides along the way, and servants lined up to greet them. The etiquette was held to the highest level.
Walking into the palace, Ye Shijun was the first to speak: "I'll collect your urgent letter. I heard that someone is making trouble in the city where you should fall??"
"Exactly." Zhu Yanshuo nodded.
"Haha, tell me, which fool took the courage of the ambitious leopard? I'm quite interested." Ye Shijun said coldly.
