"What?" Meng Youning said subconsciously, "You won't agree to it, will you?"
Sang Luan coughed lightly and said, "You must be joking. Of course I didn't agree to it."
She silently put down the teacup in her hand.
Meng Youning looked suspicious, "What's going on with you guys?"
"I don't know either. Who knows what might have suddenly gone wrong for him?" Sang Luan stared at Meng Youning in front of her with a stern look in her eyes and said seriously, "Ningning, you can rest assured. Feng Hengzhi and Qi Ran are not ours at all. So I will treat Feng Hengzhi just like you treat Qi Ran. I won't have any thoughts about him."
Meng Youning nodded slightly, "You're right."
Then, the two were silent for a while.
Finally, it was Meng Youning who broke the silence, "The first batch of money given to His Majesty should be enough, right?"
At this point, the melancholy on Sang Luan's face suddenly disappeared.
She folded her hands, placed them firmly on the table, and leaned forward slightly. "That's enough. Konoha took me to see it yesterday. Besides what we need to give to His Majesty, there are still many left. I guess it won't be long before we can leave."
As she spoke, there was a hint of excitement on Sang Luan's face.
She stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Meng Youning. "No more than two months at most."
Meng Youning opened her thin lips slightly, her brows and eyes cold, "Okay, keep going."
The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time and clapped their hands in the air.
At the moment when they were about to touch each other, they both held back a little.
The corners of Sang Luan's mouth slowly rose, and Meng Youning opposite her couldn't help but chuckle.
As long as the two of them are together, they won't feel awkward even if they don't say anything or do anything.
Then, the two of them took advantage of the hard-earned opportunity to be alone and discussed their escape plan and money-taking plan again.
Half an hour later.
The two people in the private room left Tianxiang Tower one after another.
Sang Luan returned home by herself, but did not see anyone else.
"Young Madam, the young master hasn't returned yet. The master has been invited to have tea, and the madam is out too. The old lady has gone to the nearby Chanqing Temple to pray for peace for the entire mansion."
As soon as Sang Luan entered the mansion, a little maid came up and explained for Sang Luan.
Sang Luan waved her hand, "I understand, you can leave first."
She walked slowly into the inner room, her brows gradually furrowed.
She knew Feng Shinian, and thought that he was his good friend, so there was no problem.
As for Liu Wenxian, since the last time, Liu Wenxian has once again become the leader among that group of noble ladies.
Nowadays, Qiu Zhuangxie's lip balm itself is loved by everyone.
From the nobles in the palace to the common people, everyone wanted to own one.
Qiu Zhuangxie put a lot of effort into the price at the beginning, and it turned out that their time was not wasted.
Just this alone has already caused people to line up and grab it, not to mention the blessing of His Highness the Great, the number of people who want it is countless.
Everything was going smoothly in Konoha, and she and Ningning felt relatively relaxed.
As for Feng Hengzhi, he must have been kept by the emperor again.
But, Madam...
Her brows furrowed, her steps paused, and she turned to look at the little maid from before and asked, "Where did you say the old lady went to pray for peace?"
Her tone was urgent.
The little maid looked confused, but she still answered honestly, "Chanqing Temple."
After he finished speaking, Sang Luan narrowed his eyes and his expression suddenly changed.
No wonder her eyelids were twitching wildly on the way back home just now.
Sang Luan spoke again, "When did the old lady leave?"
The maidservant said: "About half an hour ago."
As Sang Luan walked out, she muttered softly, "Half an hour, it should still be in time."
"Miss, what's wrong?" Yupo followed closely behind her.
Sang Luan put her hands on her hips and looked around. "Grandma is in danger. We have to hurry over."
She gritted her teeth, turned sideways and asked Yupo, "Which is the shortest way from here to Zhuo Jing?"
Yupo: "Over here."
Sang Luan held up the hem of her clothes with a serious expression.
She remembered that one time when the old lady went to the temple to burn incense, she happened to meet a group of desperate bandits. When the bandits saw the old lady's clothes, they knew that she was from a wealthy family and kidnapped her.
Although his life was not in danger in the end, he stayed in bed for a full half month before he recovered.
It was also because of this incident that the old lady was frightened and was always troubled by nightmares when she slept.
While the old lady was lying down, as the youngest in the family, she naturally needed to visit her every day to ask about her well-being.
Sang Luan bit her lip. Putting aside the original plot, in the mansion, only her grandmother had been nice to her since she entered the mansion.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.
Soon, they arrived at the gate of Zhuo Mansion.
Two people were not far away, one in front and one behind, preparing to go in. Sang Luan immediately trotted forward, "Zhuo Jing!"
When Zhuo Jing at the door heard the sound, he subconsciously looked to the left and saw a familiar figure at a glance.
Before he could figure out why the other party appeared here at this time, he saw the person in front of him.
Sang Luan: "Hurry up and bring some people with me to rescue them."
Zhuo Jing exclaimed, his face stunned for a moment, still a little confused.
Sang Luan grabbed Zhuo Jing's sleeve and pulled him forward. "Go call someone first. I'll explain to you on the way. If you delay any longer, it will be too late."
Zhuo Jing's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at Sang Luan's hand holding his arm in disbelief. "Hey, hey, hey, Miss Sang, you are Brother Feng's wife, you have to respect yourself in public."
As he spoke, he looked around, his tone filled with horror.
Standing beside him was Nie Zhiyang.
Sang Luan opened her mouth slightly, about to speak.
At this moment, a familiar yet cold voice came from the side.
"What are you doing?"
The voice was clearly calm, but to Zhuo Jing's ears it sounded like a Shura from the underworld.
The movement of his hands suddenly stopped.
Everyone present subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.
Sang Luan's eyes lit up. It was Feng Hengzhi!
It is true that it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.
She quickly let go of Zhuo Jing's hand and ran towards Feng Hengzhi, holding up her clothes.
Zhuo Jing was thrown violently, his feet slipped, and he fell straight back. Nie Zhiyang, who was behind him, immediately grabbed his waist with his quick eyes and hands, and with just a little force, he helped him up.
"Are you okay?" Nie Zhiyang whispered in Zhuo Jing's ear.
Zhuo Jing stood up straight and looked at the figure in front of him silently.
Feng Hengzhi stared at him as if he were an enemy.
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