It doesn't sound like he has a Beijing accent.

Sometimes, there are also accents from various prefectures in northern Xinjiang.

Occasionally, there is also a hint of Shu accent."

After hearing his son's previous words, Dong Fuyuan's face became nervous involuntarily.

However, when he heard Dong Changlin's words behind him, his expression suddenly froze.

"What? And the accent of Shu?"

"Yeah, yeah, occasionally there is a hint of Shu accent."

Dong Fuyuan's eyes suddenly became tangled.

"The accent of Shu? The accent of Shu?"

"This? This? This?"

"I haven't heard that the Empress Qiantai is from Shu.

Could it be that I am really overthinking it?"

"Dad, what are you mumbling about?"

Interrupted from his thoughts by his son, Dong Fuyuan waved his hand angrily.

"Nothing, why don't you go and do your work first?"

"Hey, the kid passed by first."

"Sichuan, Shu, am I really overthinking this?

Business people who travel all over the world will inevitably pick up some local accents.

Maybe, I really think too much.

Yes, yes, he is so busy, how could he appear here in the Western Region?

However, whether it is him or not, you still have to be cautious when you should be cautious.

After all, don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

Just be careful and you won't make a big mistake."

Dong Fuyuan muttered a few times to himself and walked towards his room with a confused expression.

…

The next day.

Outside the gate of Sifang Restaurant.

After Young Master Liu got on his horse, he happily hugged Dong Fuyuan and his son who were standing outside the gate.

"Brother Dong, see you again if we are destined."

"Brother, we'll meet again when we are destined."

"drive!"

"drive!"

Dong Changlin watched the voices of Young Master Liu and his group gradually disappearing, and raised his eyebrows in wonder.

"My dear, there are about a hundred people in the caravan, and there are at least thirty or forty people on their mounts. They are all hard-blooded horses that travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a night.

Where did this caravan come from to be so luxurious!"

Dong Fuyuan looked at the retreating figures of Young Master Liu and others, and straightened his robes with excitement.

"The countries in the Western Region are about to change."

"Huh? Dad, what did you say?"

Dong Fuyuan ignored his son's inquiry. After tidying up his robes, he knelt down on the ground with a plop and kowtowed several times in the direction in which Young Master Liu and the others were leaving.

"Dong Fuyuan, a grassroots citizen, sends my best wishes to His Majesty the Emperor. Long live, long live."
Chapter completed!