After returning to the caravan, Feng Zhilou did not enter his caravan, but walked straight towards the green caravan, almost as fast as flying. Who is he? Is it Chu Moshang after recovery? If it is really him, he
Why don't you come out to see her? Even if the name of the couple is fake, the reality of the couple is real. How could he be so heartless?
Today, Feng Zhilou decided to meet this caravan owner.
"Seventh Miss, Seventh Miss, the young master is resting, so don't disturb him." Bailu then caught up and grabbed Feng Zhilou's sleeve.
Feng Zhilou turned around, looked at the egret, and said coldly.
"You knew I was going to take this road a long time ago, didn't you?"
"No, no, you misunderstood. We are a caravan, doing business." Bailu laughed awkwardly and said that they were really a caravan transporting goods, trading in the east and returning to Wukong and Kyoto in the west.
"Business? But look, the goods are scattered all over the floor, but no one is leaning over to pick them up. Who are you kidding if you say this is a trading caravan?"
Feng Zhilou is not a fool. Bailu just gave a simple explanation, so she believed it? She had also observed it for a long time just now, and found that there were a lot of copperware and porcelain bottles scattered on the ground, but none of the guards bent down to pick them up. Everyone only cared about those passing by.
How to deal with the crisis of the Lenghou family, it doesn't matter how much the caravan lost.
Aren't the goods on the ground money? If they do this business, they will lose a lot of money, unless they are not here for business at all, and the trucks are not loaded with valuables, they are just a cover-up.
This time the egret was embarrassed. He opened and closed his mouth and could no longer argue.
Feng Zhilou didn't want Bailu to be embarrassed like this, and she didn't mean to force her, so she softened her tone.
"Don't lie to me, I've heard it all. This caravan's surname is Chu. It's the caravan of the Wu Jingchu great antique dealer I'm looking for, isn't it?"
Egret blushed, feeling embarrassed for hiding it, and nodded.
"Yes, Miss Seven is really smart. My husband is Chu Dashan, the person Miss Seven is looking for."
Chu Dashanren, Chu Moshang’s father? If this is true.
Then is the young master in the car Chu Moshang himself? When he was injured, he could destroy Leng Houzong with one palm. Zhilou could not imagine how great his kung fu would be after he recovered. But judging from this battle,
Although the governor of Guangping and the five major families came well prepared, they were still wiped out. The master of the caravan was so skilled that he could withstand the rain of poisonous arrows alone. Besides him, who else has this ability?
"Is your young master's name Chu Moshang?"
When asked about this name, Feng Zhilou's eyes turned red. Is he so unwilling to see her? Since he didn't want to see her, why did he come to save her? Just let the arrow rain turn Miss Feng Qi into blood.
"Chu Mo Shang? My name is Young Master, not this name." Bailu replied.
"I don't believe it. It must be him. You are all his and you listen to him in everything. You are working together to deceive me. No, I want to see him. If you dare to stop me again, I will not be polite."
Feng Zhilou looked at Egret angrily, and suddenly became angry. Egret screamed and backed away repeatedly. A force made it impossible for her to hold Feng Zhilou's wrist, and her body was ejected.
This seventh lady looked so soft and weak, how could she be so powerful? Bailu was very surprised.
Feng Zhilou took a step forward and continued walking towards the green caravan.
As the distance got closer, her heart started to beat uncontrollably. She couldn't see him and missed him. Now that she was about to see him, she felt a little scared.
The pace finally stopped in front of the caravan. Fei Yuan consciously stepped aside and did not stop him, letting Feng Zhilou's hand pull up the curtain of the caravan.
The moment the curtain was opened, Feng Zhilou was so nervous that she could only breathe out but not in. She was in a state of severe hypoxia. If it was really him behind the curtain, how would she react, whether she would pounce on him or stay here.
Whether it was to laugh or cry sadly, to question or to talk, even though they were separated for only a few days, one can imagine that his heart almost made Zhilou want to collapse.
The curtain opened wide, revealing a section of white clothes mixed with silver threads, with precise textures and scattered brocades. These were his clothes. Only Chu Moshang was worthy of such an exquisite and pure brocade robe, as well as a pair of brown
He seems to be wearing a pair of Ge boots, but the color...
Gradually raising his eyes, Zhilou looked excitedly at the face of the caravan owner...
A face like beautiful jade, a pair of eyes like stars, a haughty smile, and the curves ripple along the corners of the mouth...
Stalemate, disappointment, despair!
Feng Zhilou took a few steps back, lowered the curtain with a snap, turned around, and turned his back to the green caravan.
There must be a mistake. This person is not Chu Moshang, but a man who is ten times more beautiful than Chu Moshang. He can even be described as beautiful. There is no indifference or tranquility on his face, which is missing from Chu Moshang.
Possessing too much temperament.
Feng Zhilou was hit, and his heart was suddenly hollowed out. He was so empty that he didn't even know what he missed. How could he not be Chu Moshang? How could he not be? Defeat the powerful enemy.
Yes, is he such a white and greasy guy?
"Miss Seven, do you want to see me?"
The curtain was lifted, and the handsome man actually walked out. Ren Fengzhilou had to believe it even if he didn't believe it.
Turning around slowly, Feng Zhilou summoned up the courage to take another look and found that it was really not him.
The man who walked out was not short, but not as tall as Chu Moshang. His skin was a little too white. It seemed that he had been out in the sun less. He seemed to be lacking in calcium. Especially his eyes. Why did the man have such beautiful eyes?
, the woman felt ashamed when she saw it. These eyes were constantly firing, which made Feng Zhilou dislike it indescribably.
"Are you...young master?"
Feng Zhilou regretted, why did she come to see him and provoke a pretty boy wearing the same clothes as Chu Moshang for nothing? He could resist the joint attack of the Guangping Prefecture and the five aristocratic families by himself?
Even if I beat her to death, I wouldn't believe it.
In her heart, Feng Zhilou despised the handsome man in front of her. He even spared no effort to communicate with her with his eyes. Did he think she was a frivolous woman who would fall for any handsome man she saw?
"I am Chu Yanyu, the young master they call me."
He was still laughing, looking at Feng Zhilou's face and smiling. From the moment he got off the caravan to now, this guy hadn't stopped laughing, and he looked like he deserved a beating.
So he is not Chu Moshang, and Chu Moshang would not laugh so easily.
Just when Feng Zhilou was upset and regretted lifting the curtain of the caravan, from inside another blue caravan, a slender finger wearing a dragon-shaped ring stretched out, and appeared from the gap in the raised curtain.