After breakfast, Ning Yue hurriedly left the table under the pretext of wanting to hide back in the room, but was blocked by the war dragon when he passed through the courtyard.

"Come with me." Without waiting for Ning Yue to respond, the war dragon had already taken steps towards the shade of a hundred-year-old tree.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Ning Yue had no choice but to follow quickly with tears in her eyes.

The war dragon leaned against the trunk of the tree and looked at Ning Yue, who was walking towards him, and his eyes became deep.

The leaf shadow swayed with the wind, obscuring the figures of the two, making Ning Yue unable to see the face of the war dragon clearly. Still, Ning Yue could feel his gaze.

"The Han family is not related to you, why do you want to send someone under the fence?" The two stood opposite each other, and I don't know how long it took, the war dragon asked in a low voice.

The Han family has always been very kind to her, especially the smile, always calling her her sister, so that she never thought about them, maybe she was just a stranger who met in the water. War Dragon's words fell on Ning Yue's heart like a boulder, and for a while, she was speechless.

"Can't you just not go?" Sensing that Ning Yue seemed to be shaken, Zhan Long reached out to hold her wrist and asked, "Is there nothing here that is worth your stay?" ”

The warmth from her wrist made Ning Yue wake up instantly, and she was afraid that once she indulged in it, she would never be able to leave it again. She tried to break free from his restraints, but he used his skill to hurt her in the slightest, and he would not allow her to escape.

"No...... I'm leaving...... Even if the Han family refuses to take me in, I can't stay here...... This has never been my home......" said this, Ning Yue felt heartache, tears streaming down his face.

Hearing this, the war dragon let go of his hand weakly and smiled sadly. He already knew the answer, she never cared about the food, nor did she care about him...... Where is there to keep her?

Just as the two of them were each sad, a loud cry suddenly came from a distance. "Big boss, you make the little one easy to find!" Seeing the figures of the two on the other side of the bridge, the second shopkeeper immediately stretched his frowns and walked quickly with a smile.

"What?" The war dragon took a few steps forward, blocking Ning Yue behind him.

"Didn't the big boss order the little one to accompany him to the workshop every day? The small one has a carriage ready, so please move in. The second shopkeeper bowed down and replied respectfully.

"I'm tired, so I'll stop it." The war dragon quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly returned to the daylight.

The second shopkeeper heard that something was wrong, so he asked cautiously, "What about Miss Ning?" ”

"The little girl has other important things to do, and it is inconvenient to travel. I'm really sorry for the shopkeeper to run for nothing......" After speaking, Ning Yue bowed to the second shopkeeper.

"Out of the way, out of the way...... In this case, the small one retired first. The second shopkeeper looked at Zhan Long, only to find that his face was pale, and he estimated that it was a recurrence of an old injury, and was about to ask, but was stopped by Zhan Long's raised hand.

"When are you going to leave?" The war dragon looked gloomily at the horizon and asked softly.

"It's too late...... these two days," Ning Yue choked up.

"Good...... I'll send you. ”

Since then, Ning Yue hasn't stepped out of the door again. She looked like she had lost her soul all day long, turning over and over to sort out the few outfits, and every time she saw the white cloak that the war dragon gave her, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She is not the only one who can't sleep at night, seeing that Zhan Long's face is getting haggard day by day, and his taciturn is better than before, Madame's heart can't tell how much pain it is. She wanted to persuade him to let go, but she was afraid of hurting the only remaining mother-son relationship between them, so she had to ask the old housekeeper to act as a lobbyist.

Thinking that the war dragon had not eaten rice all day long, the old housekeeper hurriedly cooked a few side dishes and sent them to him.

"I heard that the young master lost his appetite today, and the old slave specially prepared some side dishes, and I hope that the young master will appreciate his face and use some of it." As he spoke, the old butler took the hot meal out of the food box, laid it out on the table unhurriedly, and then stood aside with his hands bowed and his head bowed.

"After many years, I don't want you to remember my preferences. Now that you have left the palace, you are no longer my slave, so sit down. War Dragon picked up his chopsticks and pointed to the seat opposite.

The old butler hesitated for a moment before sitting down respectfully. Just thinking of his wife's entrustment, it is inevitable that he will be on his back.

"But what do you have to say?" Zhan Long fixed his eyes on the delicacies in front of him, looking absent-minded.

Seeing that Zhan Long put down the dishes and chopsticks, and had no intention of eating, the old butler finally made up his mind. "The old slave has no intention of offending, please ...... young master Haihan" After speaking, the old butler knelt on the ground, and Ren Zhanlong said that he didn't get up at all. Does the young master know that Madame is worried about your well-being all the time? She sincerely prays to the Buddha every day, just to ask God to bless you from illness and disaster, and to have children...... I also hope that the young master can take care of his wife's hard work and make plans for his future......"

"At present, the Song Dynasty is in turmoil, the treasury is empty, and all kinds of waste are waiting to be rebuilt. Doing business is the best plan for the country, the people and yourself, what do you think? ”

The old housekeeper looked up at the war dragon, and saw that his long hair was scattered, his eyes were distracted, his clothes were half-untied, and he looked indifferent to everything, and remembered that people often discussed in private, and most of the affairs of the shops in the workshop were handled by the second shopkeeper, but as a big boss, he rarely asked, but he could be regarded as a name, so he knew that it was just a pretext to do business without distractions. But since he has put forward such a high-sounding excuse, how can he persuade him?

"What the young master said is very true, the old slave understands......" The old butler shook his head in disappointment and got up to leave.