The young man looked around and saw no one speaking, so he nodded vigorously and said softly: "Thank you!".
Then he continued running wildly.
When he looked at the three people on the opposite side who originally wanted to stop him, but then stood still like a piece of wood, with an expression of bewilderment on their faces, and allowed themselves to run, the young man's heart was full of hope for the tall man who had never appeared.
People, from gratitude to admiration.
Not even a shadow appeared, so those three people obeyed obediently. They must be masters of cultivation. If you have the chance to see them, you must become their disciples.
The reason why Feng Ziqing did not show up and took the young man directly to see Dr. Wang was naturally not because of the three young men in front of him who could be knocked down with just one push, but because of the people watching him nearby.
These people have been watching him for several days.
If his appearance implicates the brother and sister and causes any mishaps to happen to the boy and the girl, then it would be a good thing but a bad thing.
The surveillance only started on the third day after he entered the city. Feng Ziqing thought about it, and there was only one man who was as bright as a rooster.
It seems that we need to find some time to solve the problem.
"Doctor Wang, Doctor Wang, I picked up a purple bamboo leaf." The young man ran all the way with his sister on his back. After stepping into the door of the medical clinic and seeing Doctor Wang himself, he shouted.
Feng Ziqing hid in the crowd and nodded secretly. Yes, he learned well this time and did not shout in public.
He listened to the conversation in the medical clinic for a while, and after confirming that Dr. Wang was a doctor with medical ethics and medical skills, he looked around and walked towards a remote alley.
At the corner of the alley.
Feng Ziqing leaned against the wall and waited quietly.
A moment later, a head poked out from the wall of a small street less than twenty feet away from him.
The man frowned and observed for a moment, feeling a little hesitant. Finally, he nodded somewhere behind him, made a few movements, and spoke a few words.
When he turned around, he saw the young master in blue shirt carrying a sword.
"I also want to learn your code words, how about we chat?" Feng Ziqing smiled, and at the same time took off the binding and put the tip of the sword on the opponent's shoulder, indicating that he should not be too nervous.
The stalker swallowed and tried hard to adjust his stance, but his legs were still shaking uncontrollably.
It's not that he is afraid, after all, it takes great courage to work under the young prince. The sword resting on his shoulder is really damn heavy!
"Brother, why are your legs shaking all the time? Could it be that you were too indulgent last night? Hey, listen to my advice. You should be more restrained in this kind of thing. After all, your body is important, right?"
The stalker forced out a smile angrily, "What this young master said is, please remember, please put your sword away." He pointed to the sword on his shoulder with a sincere look.
"Oh." Feng Ziqing let out a long ooh, took back Fu Wei, and said with a smile: "You have been staring at me for so long, oh no, you have been staring at my sword for so long. I thought you liked it very much. In that case, just let me go."
Take a look at it up close. Does the sword look good?"
The man who was following him breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "Young master is joking, I just went out not long ago, why talk about stalking people, I must have misunderstood you."
"Misunderstand?"
The stalker nodded vigorously.
"Since it is a misunderstanding, how can we eliminate it?"
"Uh... Why don't I invite you to drink with me? There is a restaurant not far from here. It has a good reputation. What do you think?"
Feng Zi lightly touched his chin. It seemed that the people under the emperor's nephew were indeed quite capable. Their fearlessness in the face of danger and their thick skin were beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
"Is there any beauty?"
Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, in the capital of a country, how can there be no beauties? Please invite me, sir."
Feng Ziqing hummed and followed the stalker away slowly.
On the way, the people following him introduced the customs and customs of Jingluo from time to time without losing their smiles. They would also intentionally or unintentionally ask about the background of the sword-carrying young master. Regardless of whether there was any gain or not, they would only stop at one point.
Feng Ziqing was happy to cooperate and wandered around casually. After all, there was no shortage of time to find a free and smart guide, so it was up to them to arrange it.
"Master Feng, we're here, please come inside."
The two came outside a restaurant, and the attitude of the person they were following changed. His expression was serious, he bowed his waist and gestured with his hands, which was completely different from his previous indifferent behavior when he was chatting and laughing on the way here.
Feng Ziqing looked up and saw, oh, three elegant characters, "Bu Zhuju", good guy, it turns out to be one of the best restaurants in the city. It seems that the emperor's nephew must be very rich.
Huh? It seems like nonsense. How could the emperor’s nephew have no money?
It was shortly after noon, but there was no one in the restaurant. The royal hand was so arrogant.
Feng Ziqing stood in the hall, arms folded across her chest, waiting for the other person to speak first.
After a moment, a gentle voice sounded, "You are very brave. If you dare to come alone, are you confident, arrogant, or stupid."
Feng Ziqing raised his eyes and looked at the handsome young man from the second floor who was walking and talking, wearing flowers on his head and a red robe, slowly walking out. He curled his lips and said, "Come down, I don't have the habit of raising my head to talk to others."
The handsome young master raised the corner of his mouth slightly and snorted: "Foreigner, do you not know who I am?"
Feng Ziqing slowly closed her eyes and said nothing.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
"How dare you treat my little prince like this? I'm going to fight you!" As soon as he finished speaking, a figure jumped out from the darkness and attacked Feng Ziqing.
Feng Ziqing didn't open his eyes. When the other person was about to get close, he turned slightly sideways, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked the person several feet away. Then he fell to the table and chair with a snap.
The atmosphere is still awkward.
bang bang bang
"This young man is very capable, but if you break something, you have to pay for it. Old Chen, go see if he has any compensation in his pocket."
"Yes, sir."
Feng Ziqing opened his eyes, and it turned out to be the middle-aged man who asked him to give way at the city gate. This man did not call him "young prince", but called him "young master". He was probably a confidant of that man, and his realm was only a little higher than that of his master.
, there are some abnormalities, and the possibility of stress cannot be ruled out.
"I, Chen Shi, have been ordered to consult with you for advice. Please leave your name." The middle-aged man walked down from the second floor and clasped his fists.
"For people in the mountains and wild areas, the wind is not heavy."
Feng Ziqing looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and was a little puzzled. Why do you need two faces to work under the royal family? What made him even more puzzled was that both of your faces were used by the emperor's nephew.
I saw it, why is it necessary?
He glanced at the handsome young master on the second floor, and an idea came to his mind inexplicably. The two of you, combined, would make a famous prince-in-law.
The middle-aged man nodded, bent his legs and pulled out a fist, and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry."
Then point your toes slightly and use your fists to fight the enemy.