"Why?" Feng Ye looked at her in confusion.

"My mission over there isn't done yet. So......" Ling Zihan looked at him apologetically and said.

"Oh!" Feng Ye replied softly. But his heart also began to become lost inexplicably.

But at this moment, Steward Sima's voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Miss Zihan, the Moss ship is coming soon." Default chapters[21]

"Feng Ye, you must wait for me! I promise you that when this is over, I will come back to you. Ling Zihan said this anxiously, glanced at Feng Ye reluctantly, then put on his hood, hurriedly pushed the door and walked out.

"Daddy, Yun Yao. I snuck back this time too. This has to go! ”

Feng Ye listened to Ling Zihan's hurried footsteps outside the door getting smaller and smaller, and the long-suppressed anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Why, why don't you just tell me why......" he muttered to himself.

Although she clearly knows in her heart that she is not one of her now. But for her decisive departure again and again, Feng Ye still felt unusually uncomfortable in his heart.

"It's better not to think nonsense. You know the word proton, right? If you want to reject the unspoken rules, you must also have strong enough strength! ”

Just when Feng Ye was thinking wildly, Yun Yao's familiar voice suddenly sounded. Moreover, it is still so light and light.

"What do you mean by that?" Feng Ye immediately looked at her with eyes that were still slightly angry.

Literally. If a man lives, he is not free. Moreover, the division between military and political affairs is so obvious that the spiritual realm is controlled. Yun Yao sat down on the chair beside her, and what she said seemed to be talking to herself.

"No, wait! Do you mean that Zihan is actually going to be a proton? Feng Ye seemed to have completely calmed down at this point.

"Nope! No! If you eat the wrong thing, you will eat yourself to death at most. But the words are wrong, but you have to connect relatives and friends. On behalf of the troupe, I would like to formally inform you that you are already a member of our Tengyun Troupe. At the beginning of next month, remember to report back. ”

Yun Yao said this, and the person was already standing up. Begin to walk towards the door.

"What the hell are you doing, are you pitying me?" Feng Ye was unwilling to be annoyed and slammed the ground hard......

More than a month later

On the 28th day of October in the Lingling calendar, the sun is shining. This is also a very good day to travel in early winter.

At noon, the Tengyun Troupe, which had just finished performing at the Luoyun Pavilion Theater, had hundreds of people, and many ordinary people who came to see them off. At this time, it was already blocking the gate of Fog City.

"City Guards, you should let it go quickly!" On a sedan chair, a man in gorgeous clothes urged impatiently.

"Right? Why is it so inked! Is there any wanted among us......

The impatient people in the city, who had been waiting for a long time, expressed their dissatisfaction one after another.

"What's going on? Although I had already learned from the Eight Forces Commander, the Tengyun Troupe, which had hundreds of people, would leave the city today. But now that thousands of people are lining up to leave the city, what's going on? The guards on duty stretched out their hands and scratched their heads in distress, and asked out loud with a puzzled expression.

And a city guard who had just run down from the city tower was panting and said, "When I went to ask the commander just now, I saw Sima Xiang, the son of Sima Butler. He said that many of them were wealthy children like him who loved Fairy Yunyao. They have to take their families and go with the troupe to listen to songs and watch plays. And the commander said that there was no suspicious person among them......"

Soon, with a loud "clang", Fog City, which had been locked down for more than a month, finally opened the gate again.

At the same time, Feng Ye and Cao Shu, who were painted with big flower faces, as well as Lin Shenwei who was lying in the prop box, and Luo Ziyan, who was wearing heavy makeup, also walked out of the city gate with this mighty team.

But when he walked out of the city gate, Feng Ye still noticed the wanted notice posted on the city wall. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Even if you know that I am alive, what if you persecute the lord of the city to reward me with my head? I'm still slipping out right under your noses! ”

Perhaps, no one can know what he has experienced in the past month or so. However, if you follow what is written in the bounty notice, you may not be able to find yourself in this life.

Hehe! If you let Feng Ye more than a month ago, weigh less than 130 and are only 1.7 meters tall. Compared with the 1.8-meter-tall man in front of him, who has weighed more than 150 meters, and has obviously turned into a muscular hunk, ordinary people can't imagine that this is the same person.

And as the flow of people gradually moved away from Fog City, a female Tsing Yi dressed in an ancient robe and with heavy makeup on her face slowly walked into Feng Yese's side, stretched out her hand and poked him: "Wind! Isn't it cold when you're shirtless like this? ”

"Flutter! Ha ha! You're so nasty. Please don't tease me shirtless with your fingers, you can see the man lying in the coffin. Feng Ye couldn't hold back and laughed directly.

But this smile, combined with his big flower face now, looks very funny.

"Him! Even if you see it, you can't immediately climb out of the coffin. Luo Ziyan glanced at him angrily.

"It'll pass!" Feng Ye looked back at the carriages behind him, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc that was difficult to be noticed.

"Hmm!" Luo Ziyan answered in a low voice, and the person gradually walked away.

"Feng, Sima Gongzi is looking for you." As soon as Luo Ziyan left, Guan Wu, the veteran of the troupe, chased after him from behind and waved at him.

"I'll go." After Feng Ye finished saying this, he strode towards a big carriage behind him.

Feng Ye, who smoothly got into the carriage, lifted the thick curtain.

"Childe, I'm here."

In the comfortable carriage, there was only one young man with a handsome face and a child's costume. And this person is the son of Sima Jin's housekeeper, the second leader of the Tengyun Troupe - Sima Xiang.

"Hmmm! Feng, I came to you this time to ask you something. ”

This Sima Xiang is a second-generation official. However, except for some special hobbies, this person is still doing a very good job in dealing with people. For example, this time, nearly 1,000 people asked to go out of the city. It's the moth he made.

"Yes." Feng Ye replied loudly.

(PS: Ask for collection, ask for recommendation!) If you like this book, you can collect it first and read it when you are fattened. ）