For a while, the atmosphere in the entire City Lord's Mansion hall fell into a strange embarrassment, Dong Wei's two eyes the size of soybeans and Zhou Lingyan's phoenix eyes looked at each other, Zhang Miao could faintly feel bursts of sparks erupting at the intertwining of the eyes of the two.

"Humph!"

After a long time, Zhou Lingyan stomped his feet, and the good bluestone bricks on the ground were trampled to pieces, leaving a pit, and walked towards the door without looking back, saying as he walked:

"Zhang Miao, let's go!"

"Alas!" Zhang Miao reflexively responded, and then hurriedly followed Zhou Lingyan to walk out, shaking his fist at Dong Wei as he left, and gave an apologetic look.

"Slow down and don't send it off!" Seeing Zhou Lingyan walking out of the door, Dong Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and squinted at Zhang Miao and returned a salute.

A moment later, a white-robed scribe with triangular eyes and a mustache appeared on the screen behind the hall, holding a folding fan and slowly tapping his palm.

"Mr. Qi made you smile!" Dong Wei smiled at the scribe.

"Hehe, the owner of the Dong Mansion is open-minded, and Qi admires it. The white-clothed scribe smiled playfully, carefully examining the folding fan in his hand, a faint look.

Dong Wei's face turned dark, this is a change of way to say that he is cowardly, but Dong Wei didn't care, and still changed his smile to greet him, and said:

"Oh, Mr. Qi doesn't know, this Zhou Lingyan is a member of the Zhou family after all, the children of these wealthy families, Dong Mouyou has to be cautious!"

"Oh, why don't you directly send the Wei Mansion Army to escort you, so that the Zhou family will definitely show the Mansion Lord's affection!" the white-clothed scribe looked at Dong Wei with a smile and said.

Dong Wei's face changed, and he put on a righteous and solemn appearance and said:

"Mr. Qi, what are these words, how can the Weifu Army be Dong's private army, Dong ......"

Before Dong Wei finished speaking, he saw the white-clothed scribe open the folding fan with a "snort", and the folding fan was printed with birds, beasts, fish and insects, which were lifelike, and attracted Dong Wei's attention in an instant.

"The lord of the Dong Mansion should not fight with Qi Mou, don't treat Qi Mou as a three-year-old child!"

"Let's click" put away the folding fan, Dong Wei's obsessive gaze paused, and Shi Shiran said:

"Yes, yes, it's a certain fierce wave, what kind of identity Mr. Qi is, Dong doesn't dare to hide it, tell me the truth, as early as a few days ago, the fourth son of the Zhao family came to the mansion with a group of guards......"

After Dong Wei finished speaking, the white-clothed scribe also roughly understood the situation.

It turned out that a few days ago, Zhao Jun and his entourage passed through the Qingzhou Mansion and asked Dong Wei to borrow a group of Weifu troops to escort them, and the first family of Dachen on the bright side, and the eighty-one mansions did not know how many mansion owners were from the Zhao family's court, and Dong Wei, the face of the Zhao family, naturally could not help but give it.

Zhao Jun not only borrowed a team of Weifu troops here, but also informed Dong Wei that if the Zhou family monks crossed the border, they were not allowed to send a single soldier to escort them, and Dong Wei had to agree due to the situation.

"Hehe, when did the Zhao family say something bigger than the national law set by Emperor Chen!" Although the voice of the white-clothed scribe was small, it was like a shocking stone in Dong Wei's ears.

Cold sweat wet his clothes in an instant, Dong Wei's face turned pale with fright, and he said tremblingly:

"Qi... Mr. Qi, oh no, Lord Qi, this... You can't talk nonsense, my Dong Wei's loyalty to His Majesty can be seen by the sun and the moon!"

"Oh, is it?" the white-clothed scribe looked at Dong Wei with a smile.

The white-clothed scribe's smile was like a ghost in Dong Wei's eyes, and his fleshy face trembled with fright, and he stammered:

"Yes! Yes, my admiration for Your Majesty is like a surging river!"

"Okay, Lord Dong, you don't doubt Your Majesty's loyalty, it's just that this Zhao family is indeed too presumptuous!" The white-clothed scribe said coldly with a pair of triangular eyes, a cold light flickering.

Dong Wei opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only keep repeating "yes".

"Hehe, the lord of the Dong Mansion doesn't have to worry, this time Qi Mou came mainly to welcome His Royal Highness the prince back to the court, and the time will not be necessary for the lord of the Dong Mansion to help!"

"Which prince?" Dong Wei said as he looked at the white-clothed scribe with a puzzled expression.

"Hehe, naturally it is His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince. The white-clothed scribe shook his head and said lightly.

Dong Wei suddenly realized in an instant, and echoed:

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince. ”

"This matter must not be made quiet, the safety of His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince, you must do a good job of protection, if His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince hurts a hair, hehe..."

Listening to the cold and sharp laughter of the white-clothed scribe, Dong Wei's fat trembled, and he immediately held his head high and said firmly:

"Understand, this mansion must ensure the safety of His Royal Highness the Prince!"

.......

On the other side, walking on the bustling streets, Zhang Miao's two hands were already full of all kinds of food, fruits, accessories and clothes, of course, none of which belonged to him.

Zhang Miao dragged the tired pace of me, wanted to cry without tears and glanced at Zhou Lingyan who was puffing in front of him, opened his mouth, and decided not to speak after thinking for a long time.

Sure enough, no matter what world it is, it is the nature of women to love shopping and shopping.

"Hey, can you hurry up with the surname Zhang!"

Zhang Miao was stunned, from Zhang Daoyou to Zhang Gongzi to Zhang Miao, and now he has become "surnamed Zhang", and in just half a month, Zhang Miao has four titles.

Seeing Zhou Lingyan looking at himself menacingly, Zhang Miao shrugged his head, lowered his head and said nothing, so he had to speed up his pace.

Forget it, good men don't fight women!

Zhang Miao found a perfect excuse for her behavior.

On one side of the street, there are all kinds of restaurants of various styles, all of which are carved beams and paintings, which are extremely high-end and atmospheric.

On the second floor of a restaurant called "Shenxian Ju", the table closest to the window.

"Temple... Son. The middle-aged man ignored the exquisite wine and food on this table, and saluted with his fists at the large trembling handsome young man.

"Hmm~" The handsome young man didn't care about what decency was, grabbed the chicken leg in one hand and the vegetables in the other, gobbling it up, and saw the middle-aged man on the other side speak, so he slowed down his pace slightly, and asked with dissatisfaction:

"General Fang, what's wrong?"

"Ahem. The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, and coughed lightly: "Childe, Your Majesty's birthday is imminent, why don't we go directly to the City Lord's Mansion to ask Dong Wei to send troops to escort Gongzi back to the capital, but... It's ...... here."

The middle-aged man blushed, and his voice became smaller and quieter the more he spoke.