Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 571 Pursuit

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In his lifeless eyes, reflected a small withered yellow flower, which he accidentally planted when passing by here yesterday. It was inserted into a vase without flowers. In his heart, he naively thought that this move could continue this flower. The life of a little yellow flower.

Murong Yan came back from the central hall, raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, and asked: "Brother Feng, did you not sleep last night?"

"The flower you sent is dead." Bai Feng said slightly sadly, "I still couldn't save it."

The crimson stamens hang low, and a wrinkled yellow petal falls on the vase.

"Idiot!" Murong Yan scolded gently: "The so-called flowers are destined to wither once they bloom. Whether they are still in the soil or in a vase, as long as they have bloomed they will be fine!"

——As long as it blooms.

Bai Feng repeated this sentence blankly.

"Don't be dazed, they are coming." Murong Yan helped fasten Bai Feng's hood, then looked towards the central hall, and saw two people walking slowly from the door leading to the backyard.

"My father is depressed and ill. I'm afraid I won't be able to greet brother Yuwen in person today. I hope you can forgive me." He Basheng held Yuwenxuan's arm and seemed very familiar with him. The two stopped in front of Murong Yan.

"Um... Yao Gu, you and A Niu will go out with Miss He Ba later and order a suit of Hanfu that fits her. Remember, you must choose the best one. Money is not an issue." Yu Wenxuan said to He Basheng winked, as if speaking in secret words that only the two of them could understand.

He Basheng was about to reject the offer but returned it: "This...isn't that good? I've already asked you to do this kind of thing, brother, and you still want to..."

"Hey! It's too much to talk like that." Yu Wenxuan looked at the hooded man, deliberately boosted his momentum, and said: "I am willing to be a matchmaker for the Heba family! Of course, I have to draw a picture for Miss Heba A good-looking portrait and a good-looking outfit are indispensable.”

He Ba Shengzuo bowed and said: "Brother Yuwen, I really... don't know what to say. Will you really help me deliver the portrait to the palace?"

"That's natural." Yu Wenxuan looked at the personal guard Zhu Dian outside the door and shouted: "Dadian, you come with me."

Zhu Tian promised.

Bai Feng, Murong Yan, and Zhu Dian waited outside for a long time before they saw the Heba family's carriage convoy passing by. The convoy guards were all blonde girls carrying swords.

"Hey, are you the ones arranged by Young Master Yuwen?" He Ba Yu'er poked her face out of the carriage, still as sarcastic as ever: "Why do you have to wear Hanfu... You guys, follow me."

The three of them were pushed to the back by the guards.

Bai Feng looked at the street scene of Wuchuan Town impatiently. The new town general had neglected management, and the place was in a depressed state. It was not to say that people were dying of hunger everywhere, but it was true that refugees were scattered everywhere, and beggars could be seen everywhere.

"Why do we have to do errands for Yu Wenxuan?" Bai Feng complained.

Zhu Dian then replied: "A Niu, pay attention to your identity."

"Do you know why?" Bai Feng asked.

"Young Master has his own reasons for what he did." Zhu Dian habitually raised one palm in salute, but quickly put it down.

After a while, everyone arrived in front of the largest silk and satin shop in the town. After He Ba Yuer's personal guards went in to search, the people in the carriage were ready to go in.

At that time, Bai Feng saw someone quarreling and quarreling on the street corner. A blond girl was being pushed around in the crowd, which was very pitiful.

Bai Feng was a little curious, but at the same time not interested in He Ba Yu'er picking out new clothes. Perhaps he was afraid of exposing his identity, so he left for a while with an excuse.

The blonde girl fell to the ground and tried her best to protect the bag on her chest. Others said she was a thief. Her hair was covered with black mud. She shook her head repeatedly and denied it: "We deserve this! How long have you not offered sacrifices? Have you forgotten your beliefs?"

The voice sounded familiar. Bai Feng was startled and was about to get closer. Suddenly, the blonde girl held a few marbles in her hand and hit him. Bai Feng quickly dodged and the bullets hit the thug behind. "Ouch!"

Bai Feng immediately recalled who the other party was, and hurriedly went to protect him: "Brother, how much does it cost? Let me give you the money."

The thugs took the money and left with satisfaction, and the onlookers immediately dispersed.

"Xiao Linzi, Xiao Linzi, is that you?" Bai Feng slowly approached the girl: "It's me, I'm back."

"Lord Holy Lord..." Xiao Linzi burst into tears and hugged Bai Feng's waist and cried non-stop: "Lord Holy Lord and Lady Saint have a very bad life after they left. We organized believers to overthrow the tyranny as agreed, but Not long after that, they, the soldiers, did not allow the believers to return to the holy place to worship and pray. The holy place had been out of supplies for a long time, so my mother-in-law asked me to come out to find people to give alms. "

Bai Feng took Xiao Linzi to a place where no one was paying attention, squatted down and wiped her dirty face, took out all the remaining silver, and said: "Take these silvers, I will go back soon, wait for me."

"Lord Holy Lord?" Xiao Linzi held the broken silver in both hands and asked suspiciously: "Where is Lord Holy Lady?"

Bai Feng said: "Yan'er is very good, we will go back soon, believe us."

After Xiao Linzi responded, she hurriedly left holding the bag of something that looked like food.

Later, Bai Feng returned to the silk and satin shop and saw that Murong Yan was still accompanying He Ba Yu'er to pick out clothes, so she did not dare to move rashly.

"Are you Han?" He Ba Yu'er asked, "You look like a Xianbei, but you know so many Han things?"

Murong Yan nodded and said: "Xiao Nu's biological mother is from Xianbei and his father is Han. He has lived with his father since he was a child, so he naturally understands."

"Well, do you know what the Han court is like?" He Ba Yu'er continued to ask.

Murong Yan said: "I don't know this, little slave."

He Ba Yu'er asked the guard to get dressed for her and turned around in front of the mirror a few times. She was very satisfied: "That's right. How did you know? Even I don't know where I am going to marry..."

"Miss Heba looks a little sad?" Murong Yan asked insinuatingly: "If you don't mind, can I let my little slave share your worries?"

He Ba Yu'er sighed and said, "It's not just about the family matters. As long as I can find a good husband in the royal family, our family will be saved. We don't have to look at Zhao Kuo's face anymore. So, will you?" Please help me dress up nicely, right?"

"Ah?!" Murong Yan was a little surprised: "But Xiaonu and Miss Heba only just met each other."

"Oh, who else here knows more about Han people than you?" He Ba Yu'er took Murong Yan's hand with a hint of intimacy and asked, "What's your name?"

"Yao... Yao Gu." Murong Yan felt quite embarrassed. She had no idea that He Ba Yu'er would be such a passionate person before, because it was she who almost took away Bai Feng's life through torture.

"Oh, are you a monk?"

Murong Yan did not deny it.

After chatting for a while, the two finally made a decision and ordered several new sets of clothes.

After returning to Heba's house, Bai Feng confessed to Murong Yan what she had seen today, and said: "If I want to play house with Heba Yu'er tomorrow, I will find the Holy Land by myself first, and ask Yan'er and Yu Wenxuan Tell me, I won’t accompany you.”

"Aunt Saint and the others are actually treated like this." Murong Yan pondered for a long time and replied: "This matter needs to be considered in the long term. The Holy Land may be surrounded by heavy troops now. In the past, we were like wolves entering the tiger's mouth with nowhere to escape."

——Have all the tribesmen lost their faith?

Murong Yan asked herself, feeling very melancholy.

"In short, don't let me get close to the Heba brothers and sisters. As soon as I make a sound, I will be exposed immediately." Bai Feng agreed with Murong Yan's statement, and at the same time insisted on his own approach. With such a compromise, the two of them understood each other. Dark, began to look for a way to save the Holy Land.