The secret guard hadn't finished speaking when Yan Cheng walked around the room twice, his expression changing unpredictably. He caught sight of a figure out of the corner of his eye and realized that the secret guard was still there. He waved his hand and asked him to leave.
After standing for a while, he turned around and sat down on the hard stool, with worry still on his face.
As soon as Leng Yan came in, he saw the scene of the beautiful woman with her eyes downcast and sad, and his gaze lingered for a little longer. Yan Cheng looked up and saw a living person standing motionless at the door, and couldn't help but question it.
"Why are you frowning? Who made my young master unhappy? I'm going to assassinate him."
Leng Yan sat down calmly, as if he was not the one who was fascinated just now.
“Poof~”
Yan Cheng glared at him unhappily, then relaxed his brows, raised them slightly, and said brightly: "Don't keep talking about assassination or something like that. If others hear me, they'll think I'm some assassin leader."
I don’t know who those secret guards learned this from, but in the past two years they have always liked to talk about assassination, and even Leng Yan has been infected.
Please, he really didn't mean to assassinate anyone.
"There's no one else here."
Seeing Leng Yan's disapproval, Yan Cheng smiled and said, "Of course there's no one else here. I just asked you to be careful outside. I don't want to be stared at with fear."
Speaking of fear, Yan Cheng thought of the two people who frightened him, and frowned again. He held his cheek and said in a muffled voice:
"The people sent to Yulin Prefecture have returned. They said that Brother Jing and Brother Feng are not in Yulin Prefecture. There is some news from Brother Jing. It is said that Brother Jing ran away from home after a big quarrel with Lord Kang."
"Someone saw Brother Jing heading southwest. Our people have already gone southwest to look for him."
"As for Brother Feng... he disappeared so suddenly that even his neighbors didn't know where he went."
Yan Cheng was angry and worried: "Could something happen to them?"
He shook his head again and again, and patted his cheek in a rare childish manner.
"Pah, pah, pah, how could I say such a thing? Brother Jing and Brother Feng must be fine now, they just can't send messages for a while."
This ancient method of sending messages was too inconvenient. A hasty farewell to some people might actually be a farewell forever.
Yan Cheng had been feeling depressed these days as he hadn't heard from Kang Jing and Feng Guang. Even Yan Zhuo, who was preparing for an exam, noticed his bad mood.
"Cheng'er, what's wrong with you?"
When he discovered the problem, Yan Zhuo asked directly, "How can we solve it if we don't speak out the problem?"
Yan Cheng said that he had lost contact with two friends. Yan Zhuo was silent for a long time after listening to it, and seemed to have thought of something. After a while, he smiled helplessly.
"It's just a loss of contact, it doesn't mean anything, Cheng'er, you have to think it through."
Can you be open-minded?
This seems a bit difficult for him.
You have to know that there was no surveillance in ancient times, and some people might die in an unknown place. Until the body rotted and the bones appeared, no one would know that the person was dead.
Yan Cheng knew that he shouldn't think the worst, but sometimes people's thoughts are beyond their control.
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