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"Will you go with me?"

Mo Chenyi took the sword in the servant's hand, smiled and asked Luo Chenfeng who was bumped into by him just as he was going out.

"Don't go."

Luo Chenfeng said something neatly, turned around and left, very unrestrained.

Is this still the gentle and jade-like Mr. Luo?Mo Chenyi told the servant beside him: "Follow him, everyone in the house will follow him, just don't let him run away."

The little servant asked a lot: "The young master doesn't seem like someone who can run, what are you worried about, the city lord?"

Mo Chenyi kept looking at Luo Chenfeng's back when he left, feeling at ease, as if he was at his own home.

"Don't you know the name of Mr. Luo of Nanyang better than Gu? If he runs away, you can chase him yourself."

Mo Chenyi finished teasing the servant, strode out the door, and disappeared early.Leaving the boy behind collapsed and shouted alone.

"City Master, what did you say?!, why didn't you tell me that the young master is the young master Luo Chenfeng!"

The boy stomped anxiously, and muttered: "I didn't speak badly of Mr. Luo yesterday, oh, I blame the city lord. If he said it earlier, I wouldn't say anything bad about Mr. Luo yesterday."

"Hey, Mr. Luo, wait for me! Where are you going, Mr. Luo!"

Seeing that Luo Chenfeng was about to disappear from sight, the servant hurriedly ran towards Luo Chenfeng.

Luo Chenfeng entered the study room, looked at the shelf behind the desk, and then took out a bamboo scroll to read.

Seeing Luo Chenfeng's swift movements, the boy couldn't help being puzzled: "Mr. Luo, how do you know this is a study?"

Luo Chen didn't raise his limelight, and while flipping through the pages, he replied: "Didn't you lead me around the house yesterday, of course I know."

The servant thought for a while, but was still puzzled: "I didn't seem to tell you yesterday that this is a study room, sir?"

Luo Chenfeng smiled, and didn't return to the boy, and the boy didn't ask any further questions, but just added a new cup of tea to Luo Chenfeng who was reading.

Since the beginning of literacy, what Luo Chenfeng does most every day is to read books.He has read historical books, medical books, art of war, and even textbooks from the street in the past year.I thought I would gradually get bored, but I never wanted to like it more and more. I wanted to read the book when I saw it, but I couldn't put it down after reading it.

The boy was about to fall asleep standing up, and with a sway, he persuaded: "My lord, take a rest first, it's not good for your eyes." He raised the pot and added tea to the cup, "I haven't eaten anything this morning. , I'll ask someone to prepare lunch earlier."

"Yeah." Luo Chenfeng took a sip of tea, and said to the boy: "I want to taste your specialties. You don't need to prepare southern dishes. But don't put garlic and ginger, don't put too much salt, and don't let it cool down." Shi, you go and stare at it."

The boy answered "Yes" and left.

Luo Chenfeng saw the little boy walking away, and quickly went to the yard where he saw the butler yesterday.

Luo Chenfeng had seen earlier that one wall of the courtyard was connected to the house where the butler lived, and some stones of different sizes were placed at the division, so as long as he put in a little effort, it would be no problem to climb up.

Seeing that the butler had left the yard, Luo Chenfeng climbed up the wall clumsily.

Outside the wall is not a bustling avenue, nor is there an excellent view. I tremble because I am afraid of falling, and I don't have the pleasure of seeing all the small mountains.

Luo Chenfeng sat tremblingly on the wall, looking at the barren land outside the wall, feeling indescribably lonely.

"If you don't step on the stone and jump down, you will probably be limping for a while." Luo Chenfeng thought to himself, "If you haven't escaped yet, the price is not worth it..."

Luo Chenfeng was thinking about it in his heart, when suddenly he heard the young servant's hoarse voice: "My lord, why did you go up! Come down quickly, if you run away and hurt the city chief, kill me!"

The servant, like the master, is out of shape and can't speak well.

When Luo Chenfeng turned his head, the hurried servant followed behind the only few people in the mansion.Luo Chenfeng changed direction, facing the boys and the others, "I'm hungry."

The servant abducted the maid beside him, and told her to prepare lunch quickly, while approaching Luo Chenfeng, trying to help him get down, but was rejected.

"No, I can go down if I can go up." After finishing speaking, he jumped, stepped and jumped, and stood in front of several people, and the boy finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The butler, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked Luo Chenfeng, "How's the scenery up here, young master?"

Luo Chenfeng smiled and said: "Naturally, it is vast and boundless, with everything in sight, unique."

"But isn't there a piece of soil behind it?" the housekeeper asked again.

This time Luo Chenfeng couldn't answer, he glanced blankly at the place where he was sitting just now, and then at the butler, who only pinched his beard and squinted and smiled.

"Uncle, ask me what you want to do, don't you have something to do, hurry up and do it, I have to take the young master to change into clean clothes." While talking, he led Luo Chenfeng away.

"Mr. Yao, is Mo Chenyi's teacher?" Luo Chenfeng asked the boy.

Since he knew Luo Chenfeng's identity, the boy got used to hearing him say the name Mo Chenyi before he knew it.The servant helped Luo Chenfeng tidy his clothes, and replied: "Yes. Mr. Yao's real name is Yao Zhiyuan, and the city owner has been learning martial arts and reading from him since he was a child. Mr. Yao is amazing. He is not only good at both civil and military skills, but also knows medical skills. Without him, The city owner doesn't know how much he will suffer."

"Does he get hurt often?" Luo Chenfeng asked.

"Hey, the city lord always ran out before he succeeded to the throne. Who would believe if he said he wouldn't be injured? Now that he has succeeded to the throne, he is busy with all the big and small things in the city. He hasn't been injured much. The main reason is that he has never seen it in the mansion. We don't know either." The young man stood a little further away, looked carefully at the person in front of him, and secretly sighed: You are indeed your son, so handsome.

"I didn't expect the city lord's clothes to suit you, my lord, but it's a little too big. I'll tell the city lord to let you choose the clothes that suit you."

Luo Chenfeng is not interested in beautiful clothes, as long as they are clean and tidy, he just remembered that he only saw Mo Chenyi wearing black clothes these days, and he was puzzled that there were so many new bright clothes in his house.

Just as he was about to ask, the servant seemed to see his doubts, and explained: "These were all made for the city lord before, but he succeeded before he could wear them. After that, the city lord seldom wore them, and changed them to I'm wearing black clothes." The boy drooped his head and sighed, "It's obviously very pretty, why did you change it? Although black is also pretty..."

After listening to what Luo Chenfeng wanted to say, he took it back, thinking: Forget it, what to do with so much talk, maybe it will be passed on to Mo Chenyi later.

Luo Chenfeng no longer had any idea of ​​overcoming the wall, and stayed in the mansion peacefully for a day.

"Did you climb over the wall today?"

Luo Chenfeng was sitting in the pavilion reading a book, when Mo Chenyi approached with his hands behind his back, Luo Chenfeng only glanced at him, but didn't reply.

"I can't see that you can climb walls." Mo Chenyi sat down, glanced at the book Luo Chenfeng was holding, and suddenly said: "That guy almost let you go, should I punish him?" Luo Chenfeng finally put down the book and met his eyes.

"I'm not still here, why are you punishing him? If I really run away, what's the use of you punishing him?"

"Who told you that I didn't exist, and led you out."

Luo Chenfeng laughed at these words, "Are you really the city lord? Could it be a fake?"