On the other side, the group who kidnapped the third in command and his two men finally settled in a sparsely populated village after several twists and turns.
They hid in the deserted house at the end of the village. The man who shouted "Nan Rongxu" took off the black cloth used to mask his face, revealing a sharp-edged face.
A man in black carefully helped the weak third in command into the house. The man, Xiang Bai, looked at him with eyes that were not eyes, nose that was not a nose, and his eyes were obviously rolled up.
"Tangxi Lu, you are so incompetent that you were actually captured and you still want me to bring people to rescue you. If it weren't for my good relationship with your brother, I really don't want to care about you."
Tang Xilu sat on the ground, his expression cold, as if he didn't take the ridicule to heart: "Do you know who the owner of that house is?"
“Nothing.”
When talking about business, the sarcasm on Xiang Bai's face faded a little. "The owner of that house is a man of means. He manages his family very well. We only heard that the person living there is a rich young master."
"How could a rich young master possibly have so many secret guards? How could he possibly capture Yulin and me?"
Tangxi Lu had anticipated this result. Judging from the young man's knowledge and means, he must not be from an ordinary family, so it was normal for him to hide his identity when he went out.
He gave up hope of discovering the boy's identity.
It didn't even matter who the boy was. His intuition told him that they would meet again in the future, and that would be the time for him to truly get to know each other.
Now he wanted to know another thing...
"Did you just call Nan Rongxu?"
Although they had only met once, Tang Xilu could tell that the man called "Nan Rongxu" by Xiang Bai had a close relationship with the young man.
How come Nan Rongxu has such a good relationship with the people of Daxia?
No, I should say why Nan Rongxu is in Daxia.
"I recognized the wrong person." Xiang Bai admitted that he did call out Nan Rongxu's name. He frowned, "How can you blame me? That man looks so much like Nan Rongxu."
"If I hadn't seen clearly later that he didn't have a mole on his nose and was more muscular than Nan Rongxu, I would have really thought that Nan Rongxu had also come to Daxia."
"How similar are they?"
Tang Xilu always felt that the matter was not as simple as just a "like", and he thought of a secret of Nan Rong's family.
Before he could think further, Xiang Bai spoke:
"The face shape is similar, the eyes are similar, the mouth shape is similar, well... Anyway, they are very similar. Never mind all that. Your brother sent a message earlier, asking us to return quickly because something happened in the capital."
Halfway through his speech, he got tired and didn't want to continue, so he took out a handwritten letter from his brother Tangxi Lu from his arms.
Tang Xilu's pupils suddenly contracted after reading the letter, like a greedy kitten seeing dried fish falling from the sky. Regardless of his weak body, he stood up and said, "There is no time to lose, let's go now."
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The convoy traveled quickly, but Yan Cheng still didn't get to see Old Madam Yan for the last time. They met people from the Yan Mansion in Lucheng, a place a few miles away from the capital.
He was a thin man. He started crying when he saw Yan Cheng, saying that the old lady had passed away and the sixth young master should accept his condolences.
Including Yan Cheng, there are eight males in the two branches of the Yan family in this generation, and Yan Cheng is the sixth.
No matter what he was thinking, whether it was calm or slightly sour, Yan Cheng's facial expressions were perfect. In front of everyone, his eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell after a few seconds.
He cried quietly, without crying loudly, but the tears sliding down his handsome and flamboyant face gave people an inexplicable feeling that he was very sad.
Since the master was already like this, others naturally couldn't make any mistakes, and they all came forward to change their expressions. Most of them had never seen Old Madam Yan, so it was too difficult for them to feel truly sad.
Some people don't know how to act sad, so they have to cover their faces and pretend to be sad.
Only Leng Yan maintained his usual cold expression when facing outsiders.
But at this moment everyone was busy being "sad" and no one paid special attention to him.
If the messenger brought news, Yan Cheng, as a filial son and grandson, would naturally hurry to the capital to attend the funeral, and the carriage would set off again.
A day later, I finally saw the gate of the capital city from afar.
There was a small episode in this busy day.
When the caravan reached the foot of a mountain, it saw a carriage surrounded by a pack of wolves running down the mountain. The situation was urgent.
The number of wolves in the pack was not large, only about a dozen or so, but there were even fewer people in the caravan. Not counting the people in the carriage, there were only six guards.
Yan Cheng had a lot of people on his side, so he asked his men to help and received a few grateful hearts in return.
It was later discovered that the person in the carriage was Princess Qingyang, who had returned to Beijing after her husband's death. Kaiyuan Temple was nearby, and the princess wanted to visit the temple before entering the capital, but she didn't expect to encounter a pack of wolves on the way.
The princess asked him where he lived and who lived in his family. Yan Cheng naturally could not hide it and told the truth. The princess also said that she would send him a thank-you gift when she returned to the capital.
He didn't dare to give the gift even to an elder, let alone the eldest princess, so Yan Cheng didn't refuse.
The princess also wanted to invite him to go to Kaiyuan Temple to worship Buddha and then return to Beijing together. Yan Cheng frankly said that an elder in his family had passed away and he was in a hurry to go back to attend the funeral. Only then did the princess let him go.
Yan Cheng always felt that the eldest princess was too enthusiastic towards him. Although he helped her out of the blue, there was no need to ask about his entire eight generations of ancestors, right?
I also asked about his academic performance, family atmosphere, and whether he was engaged...
He is just a passerby, why do you ask him so many questions?
Unable to figure it out, Yan Cheng decided to let the matter go.
After all, he has to return to his hometown to observe mourning, and he won't be able to meet the eldest princess in the next few years. Whatever the other party wants to do has nothing to do with him.
After parting with the eldest princess, Lu Xia muttered, "Why are the questions asked by the eldest princess almost the same as those asked by my future mother-in-law when she first met me?"
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