Just then, a passerby wearing a long gown and looking like a scholar passed by.

The coachman said politely: "Sir, please tell me the way."

The man stopped, and said kindly, "Where are you going?"

"I would like to ask if there is a house near here, whose surname is Liu."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the scholar stunned for a moment, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face and looked at the coachman with a look of astonishment.

The coachman was stunned when he saw this and subconsciously said, "What's wrong?"

I sat in the carriage, leaned against the window, gently lifted up a corner of the curtain and looked outside. The passerby was obviously also a local here, and his accent sounded very familiar. His face was full of strange expressions: "What are you asking, Lord Liu's house?"

"yes."

The man frowned slightly, looked at the driver up and down, then turned his head and looked at the carriage.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart.

Judging from the man's expression, why does something seem to be wrong?

The coachman smiled and said, "I'm sorry, please point it."

The man looked at him again, and without saying anything, he raised his hand and pointed forward, saying, "In the past street, turn left and arrive. The boss can see the house at a glance."

The coachman hurriedly smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you!"

After saying that, he waved his whip and the carriage staggered forward again.

I was still leaning against the window and looking outside quietly. I saw that our car had already driven out a long way. The scholar was still standing there with a strange expression on his face. After a while, he shook his head, as if he was laughing at himself and meddling in other people's business, and turned around and left.

At this moment, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Is there any problem with this house?

However, I don’t want to think too much about this road. The wheels were snatched away for a few times, and then turned a corner in a short while. The voices here were more than the scene on the street just now. The carriage stopped, the coachman jumped down, walked to the window and said, “Miss Yan, you have arrived.”

"good."

I asked Caiwei to get off the car first, then walked over slowly by myself, and they helped me get off the carriage.

When I landed and stood still, I looked up and saw the house in front of me.
Chapter completed!