Lan Weicheng laughed heartily.

After a long while, she restrained her smile, slapped her thigh and gossiped:

"As soon as you say this, I think of the richest man in our Yan Kingdom, the Qingfeng business name with dozens of industries under his name!"

"Oh."

Leng Mingyue held the scene appropriately and did not explain her identity again.

Explained, the girl didn't believe it either.

"Dozens! Sisters! What a concept! Lan Weicheng's emotions gradually became excited: "It was the day when you could count the money and count the cramps in your hands!" ”

"Hmm."

Leng Mingyue appropriately won two shots.

Regarding the matter of counting money and hand cramps, Lan Weicheng was not wrong.

"If I had all this money, I would still cultivate his mother's refining!" Lan Weicheng beat his chest and said:

"If I had so much money, I would sleep at home every day until three poles a day, and then hire eight hundred and one thousand strong men to escort me sideways!

So many people are immersed in hard training, isn't it just to be prosperous and wealthy, and to be at ease?! ”

Leng Mingyue nodded.

"But the richest man in Yan Country surnamed Leng ......"

Lan Weicheng stopped halfway through her words, and she suddenly remembered that her sister was also surnamed Leng.

The richest man surnamed Leng...... Leng Mingyue......

Lan Weicheng's ears echoed the words Leng Mingyue had just said.

- My father is the richest man in Yan Country.

Her expression grew solemn.

Seeing this, Leng Mingyue's eyebrows raised slightly.

This girl finally reacted?

"I guess I'm mistaken." Lan Weicheng thought for a moment and said, "That richest man may be surnamed Chen, or surnamed Zhou." ”

Leng Mingyue: "......"

She served.

"It doesn't matter what the richest man's surname is, the important thing is that the richest man has been missing for more than ten years with his pregnant wife!"

"After the richest man disappeared, Qingfeng Business was handed over to his younger brother to take care of."

"His younger brother also has a wife and a son, and the son is still a well-known genius in the imperial capital."

"When I was training before, I heard the mercenaries from the emperor say that the richest man's family is about to change the dynasty."

Leng Mingyue's ears moved, and she said softly: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"It means that the family property is going to be swallowed by the younger brother's family." Lan Weicheng explained:

"The heir of Qingfeng Firm will directly become the genius son of the richest brother's family."

This is a play where the tiger is not at home and the monkey is about to become the king.

Leng Mingyue's dark eyes flickered, and she thought to herself.

If her relatives, whom she had never met, usurped her throne, wouldn't she have to go back to Ivory Village to farm?

Just right.

Leng Mingyue's eyebrows bent.

"The carriage in front, lean to the side!"

There was a shout from outside the carriage, and Leng Mingyue lifted the curtain and saw a passer-by riding a black panther running quickly, more than five times faster than the carriage.

There was a hint of curiosity in Shen Zichen's eyes.

"Those are alien beast mounts, and most cultivators use them to hurry." Lan Weicheng pouted:

"It's a pity that you don't have the cultivation to withstand its speed and bumps, otherwise we can ride the pets and arrive at the imperial capital earlier."

Leng Mingyue didn't speak, which was why Dad arranged a carriage for her.

Shen Zichen didn't understand.

He only vaguely knew that the cultivators in this world were the biggest, and those who couldn't cultivate would be bullied, and other than that, he didn't know anything.

This is the first time he has seen a riding pet, so majestic.

Shen Zichen lowered his eyes to hide the envy in them, but when he lowered his head, he saw a short knife lying on the bottom of the carriage.

This is the short knife of my sister's friend.

The scabbard of the short knife is delicate and has a silver sheen.

He bent down to pick it up, and the moment his fingertips touched the dagger, he retracted his hand with a scream.

Hearing the movement, Leng Mingyue hurriedly grabbed Shen Zichen's hand and found that his fingertips were already red, as if they had been burned by fire.

Lan Weicheng also lost the mind to gossip, she picked up the short knife, and asked with some confusion:

"Mingyue, didn't you tell the little guy that when he didn't awaken his talent, he couldn't mess with the cultivator's items?"