Volume 1, Chapter 76: After a hearty meal, is there anyone behind Fengyue Tinghaizong?

The wind sweeps away the remaining clouds, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

I'm not talking about the scenery.

But at the dining table in front of me.

Murong Bo's face was full of black lines, but he still had an awkward smile on his face.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks.

Especially Dongfang Qingzhu's appearance made him doubt his life for a moment.

These were delicacies from the mountains and the sea, which the few of them had never eaten before.

Even Dongfang Qingzhu hadn't eaten such luxurious food for a long time.

They had just drunk some peach blossom wine, and getting drunk, they returned to their usual eating habits.

Hua Zhilu was grinning foolishly beside them.

Zhou Heisan, on the other hand, integrated perfectly into it.

The maids from Shangyunju who were waiting on the side were even more confused. They had never seen anyone eating like this in Shangyunju.

It's like a new world has opened up.

Ye Tingmu breathed slowly and calmed his emotions. I'm not angry, I'm not angry. They just haven't eaten such delicious food before. It's okay.

He turned his head and grinned at Murong Bo.

"They're not usually like this."

Murong Bo nodded seriously.

"Understand, understand, the most vulgar is the most elegant."

But I started to wonder, is this really someone from the Dongfang family?

If you don’t know, you might think it’s been a long time since you last had a meal.

Seeing Murong Bo so uncomfortable, Ye Tingmu asked tentatively: "How about, Lord City Lord, you go back and rest first."

"No, no, wait until we finish eating, then I'll take you all back to the mansion to rest."

Dongfang Qingzhu held a chicken leg in one hand and a wine glass in the other, his mouth full, and hesitantly said, "No, no, Uncle Murong, you go back first, we will stay here."

Murong Bo looked confused. Staying here?

Ye Tingmu hurriedly explained.

"It's like this, City Lord Murong, we have an appointment with our family and are waiting here, so we'd better not bother you."

Murong Bo was even more confused. You guys made such a big noise at the city gate, and you are still afraid of disturbing me.

But he said, "It's not suitable. There are no blankets here. What if the young lady catches a cold by accident?"

"Wuwu... No, we can just sleep on the floor. We're used to it."

"Uh..." Murong Bo looked at Ye Tingmu in confusion again. Sleeping on the floor, the eldest daughter of the number one family in Beimang actually slept on the floor.

A lot of question marks flashed through his mind.

"Cough cough." Ye Tingmu coughed lightly.

Said: "The eldest lady means no, she is in good health, you see it is getting late, Lord Murong, you should go back first."

Murong Bo's mouth twitched and he pointed at the door.

"Then I'll go..."

Ye Tingmu nodded to indicate okay.

He stood up and then looked at Dongfang Qingzhu.

"Miss, I'm really leaving then......"

Ye Tingmu spoke again.

"Okay, City Lord Murong, take care."

So Murong Bo walked out in confusion and ignorance.

The more Murong Bo thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

What the hell? I spent my own money, didn’t even eat a single bite, and was kicked out?

If this gets out, it will be so embarrassing.

And, no, they also want to stay here.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The daily cost of a private room on the top floor of Shangyunju is not a simple number.

Even as the city lord, he couldn't afford to spend it a few times.

The attendant beside him saw Murong Bo pounding his chest with an unpleasant look on his face.

Hurry forward.

Asked: "City Lord, are you okay?"

Murong Bo glanced at him and said weakly, "Go, ask Mr. Zhao to come to my house."

"Why let him come?"

"Just go if you're told to. Why are you talking so much?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Murong Bo adjusted his breathing and muttered to himself.

"Brother Zhao, you can't blame me. It's my fault that I, the city lord, am not as rich as you."

Then he shook his head and went towards the City Lord's Mansion, and deliberately left two powerful people in the Divine Wandering Realm to guard there.

He had heard something about Yecheng, and Yecheng was the city bordering Jinzhou.

Dongfang Qingzhu and his group came from there, so it must be related to that incident.

Therefore, Dongfang Qingzhu cannot make any mistakes in Shangyun City.

Otherwise, his position as city lord would really be taken away by that old guy Zhou Fengming.

Thinking of Zhou Fengming, his face instantly became gloomy.

"Zhou Fengming, it's not that easy for you to replace me."

After Murong Bo left, Ye Tingmu also joined the melee.

"Hey, leave me a chicken drumstick."

"Brother, goose paws, specially left for you."

"Jinghong still cares about me." He took the goose paw and started to chew it. Then he looked at Hua Zhilu and said, "Xiaolu, you eat too. Don't look at me."

"Yeah, I understand, Brother Mu."

Ye Tingmu ate with gusto, his face full of smiles.

"Hey, this smells really good."

Exclamations, noises, laughter, and the sound of chopsticks hitting plates filled the entire private room.

Chu Yiyi passed by the door and frowned when she heard the noise.

"What's going on in here?"

"Miss, this is the city lord's distinguished guest, and he's having dinner."

A hint of disgust flashed in Chu Yiyi's eyes.

"What kind of people are these? They make such a big noise just for a meal."

The maid replied, "She said it was the eldest daughter of the Dongfang family, but I don't know the answer."

Chu Yiyi frowned again and walked to the side in confusion.

The Dongfang family? It seems their upbringing isn't that great. Our Chu family is more refined.

The next day.

A goshawk landed in the marshland.

Li Xuan held the envelope and looked at it solemnly.

Xu Mang asked, "What did Lao Zhou say?"

"Look for yourself."

Xu Mang took the letter from Li Xuan.

He also frowned.

"Oriental Qingzhu?"

Li Xuan snorted coldly.

"Hmph, this Zhou Fengming, he told us not to touch these people anymore and told me not to seek revenge, but he didn't realize that his daughter also died at their hands."

Xu Mang held the letter in his hand, a serious look on his face.

"Xuan'er, the Sect Master wants us to stop touching Dongfang Qingzhu and the people around him. I'm afraid we have to let this matter go."

As early as last night, the survivors who participated in the attack on Ye Tingmu had already returned to the sect and learned that the sect's third genius had been killed.

The sect leader was furious. In Shangyun City, anyone who killed him would be a slap in the face.

I wanted to do it myself.

However, he learned some information about several people from the survivors. Especially when he heard that in addition to the scholar, there were three children, one boy and two girls, and a cow in the group, he gave up the idea after he described their appearance.

He also immediately warned the entire sect that no one was allowed to launch any attacks against them without his permission.

He also warned Li Xuan specifically that if she acted rashly, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Although they didn't know why the sect leader was like this at the time, they understood when Dongfang Qingzhu was mentioned in the letter today.

It seems that this is what is meant above.

Li Xuan's eyes were cold as she said, "How could I let them go if they killed my loved ones?"

Then she turned around and looked at Xu Mang with a pitiful look, and said softly, "Brother Xu, did you say you would help me?"