Chapter 108 Dingjing City

The next morning, Yang Yifeng got up early and was sitting in the yard eating breakfast. However, his breakfast was not a pastry or snack, nor a big fish or meat. What was it? Do you still need to ask? Of course it is wine~~, he is drinking and studying yesterday's bamboo spring brew!

"Brother Feng~~When you get up like this, you're not good for your health~~" Meng Yanran saw Yang Yifeng drinking alone there, and said with a frown and concerned.

Yang Yifeng waved his hand and pointed to the place beside him. Meng Yanran obediently walked over and sat down. Yang Yifeng stretched out his left hand and hugged Meng Yanran in his arms with a domineering but gentle manner, and said, "Don't worry~~ It's okay, how can a little wine cause trouble? I'm so sensible~~haha~~" Yang Yifeng couldn't help laughing a few times after saying that, because this was really too interesting. How could Yang Yifeng, the Xiaoyao Demon Lord of the Cultivation World in the Dignified Town, hurt his body because of drinking such a little wine?

"Yeah~~" Meng Yanran also knew that she was worried too much. Although she still didn't know what Yang Yifeng's cultivation was, she was at least above her. How could an existence beyond the god level be hurt by a little wine? So she began to serve Yang Yifeng gently, pouring wine for Yang Yifeng and accompanying him.

At this time, Xie Yang came over and said, "Young Master, Yandu is here, and all countries and families are ready to go on the road. Are we going on the road with them?"

Yang Yifeng drank the wine in his hand, stood up, and said, "Of course we will go to Dingjing together. Get ready, go~~" Actually, what's there to prepare? Isn't it just the little wine utensils on the table.

Soon, in less than half an incense stick, Yang Yifeng hugged Meng Yanran and appeared at the front hall of the guesthouse. Yang Yifeng liked to hug Meng Yanran more and more, even in public, as if he was declaring his ownership. Meng Yanran was also very uncomfortable at the beginning. It was not that he didn't like Yang Yifeng's arms, but that he was shy and embarrassed. However, he had no choice but to hold Yang Yifeng every time, so he had to let him hold him. Now he has gradually gotten used to it, even in public, and he is still open and open. Moreover, Yang Yifeng's arms are indeed too comfortable. He is hugged by him and feels comfortable, which makes people hide.

The front hall was full of people. These were all members of the royal family of major countries or major families. They were basically immune to Yang Yifeng's "indecent" behavior. Those guys who secretly loved Meng Yanran in the past also restrained themselves and did not dare to challenge Yang Yifeng. They joked that they didn't see the eldest son and the second son of the Xiao family, one of whom was killed and the other died? It was going to rain, and my mother was going to get married. Who said that she didn't have Yang Yifengheng? This is called strength!

"Young Master Yang, you are here~~" Tang Aotian's voice sounded not far away in front. Yang Yifeng walked over and sat down when he heard the sound. He asked, "Where is the second prince?"

Tang Aotian nodded and greeted Meng Yanran and Xie Yang. "Your Highness is at the door, talking to the special envoy of Yan State~" Tang Aotian pointed to the door and said.

Yang Yifeng nodded, hugged Meng Yanran and passed by, and Xie Yang of course followed closely behind.

"Your Highness the Second Prince, when will you start?" Yang Yifeng walked over and asked Ying Zheng.

Before Ying Zheng could speak, the middle-aged man who was talking about Ying Zheng quickly turned his head and bowed in panic and said, "Is this person who thinks he is Yang Yifeng, Mr. Yang?"

Yang Yifeng nodded and said, "That's right!"

"Young Master Yang, I'm really slow to take care of myself. My youngest person is Lao Fu, who is the housekeeper of the Sixth Prince. This time, I, Da Yan, welcomes Mr. Yang's arrival~" Lao Fu said respectfully.

Yang Yifeng saw through the cultivation level of the old butler, the peak of the sky. Such a master was actually the butler of the Sixth Prince. The strength of this Sixth Prince is really amazing.

"Where is it, Yang came here uninvited, and he hasn't asked the master to forgive me yet. Why are you embarrassed to accept this gift??" Yang Yifeng replied politely.

Of course, everyone was in a hurry of silence, and then under Lao Fu's leadership, a team of hundreds of people walked towards Yandu in a mighty manner.

Yang Yifeng naturally sat leisurely in the luxurious carriage, took out the wine utensils and drank the wine. Meng Yanran was with him, and Xie Yang was outside as a coachman. Nanding Town is not far from Dingjing City, and I believe it can be reached in about two hours at the current speed, so Yang Yifeng was not in a hurry. He was drinking wine, thinking about some questions in a daze. Meng Yanran sat obediently and did not speak.

At this time, Xie Yang's voice sounded: "Hello, Mr. Butler, I don't know what is important to find my young master?"

"Haha~~~There is nothing special, I just want to hand over some things to Mr. Yang in person." Lao Fu smiled kindly.

Xie Yang was about to speak. A voice came from the carriage: "Let the butler come in~~" No need to ask, who else besides Yang Yifeng?

"Yes, young master~!" Xie Yang nodded respectfully and said, "Please~"

Lao Fu got into the carriage, looked at Yang Yifeng with a smile, and took a sip of wine from time to time without speaking.

"Haha, Mr. Yang really knows how to enjoy it~~" If you don't speak, only I am the old man who makes a name for you.

"Where is where, life is in the world, the word "enjoyment"!" Yang Yifeng answered simply

Lao Fu wanted to say something, but when he heard Yang Yifeng's words, he was choked by saliva. He didn't say anything for a while, thinking: It's really philosophical~~

Yang Yifeng didn't care how reasonable his most classic sentence in the 21st century was. He drank it on his own, and from time to time he turned his head and looked at Meng Yanran's bangs with gentle hair. That's right, who is staring at an old man with nothing to do? If there is a beauty who doesn't look at him, will he be crazy?

"This..." The atmosphere was dull, but Yang Yifeng was still drinking on his own, and ignored the old guy opposite him at all. This old man felt powerless. He was the confidant of the Sixth Prince! Who wouldn't be ashamed of him in normal times? But this master really couldn't afford to offend him. The matter of the Tianhe Gang was like a stone. This master's style is really lawless and can't afford to offend him~!

Lao Fu simply stopped talking nonsense, so he quickly took out a gold-edged invitation from his arms, handed it over with both hands, and said, "This is the invitation from the prince to Mr. Yang. I hope Mr. Yang will taste his face~"

Yang Yifeng took it with one hand, glanced at it, threw it to Meng Yanran, and said, "Yang will be there at that time~ Please reply to the Sixth Prince, thank you for your kindness~!"

Seeing that Yang Yifeng nodded and agreed, Lao Fu finished the matter, so of course he immediately resigned: "Then I will say goodbye," and then he stepped out.

Xie Yang was still driving the car intently. The old guy jumped out of the car. Xie Yang still didn't raise his eyelids, as if it was not worth his attention.

Keep rushing, no trouble all the way.

"It's here~~Young Master~" Xie Yang's voice sounded.

Yang Yifeng took Meng Yanran's hand and got out of the car. Looking at the city gate in front of him, he couldn't help but nod. The capital of a great country is different. The wall of Wanxia City is only 10 meters high, which is already high enough, but compared with Dingjing City in front of him, it is a big witch. Dingjing City's wall is as high as 30 meters high and 5 meters thick in thickness! It is tall, majestic, unyielding, and a moat of 40 meters wide, making the army that wants to attack this city feel powerless. The city wall is filled with large flags fluttering in the wind, and the flag is written in small seal script. Next to each big flag is a soldier with a fully equipped head-raising and chest-protruding, guarding the sacred flag of his country like a golden armor guard.

At this time, the city gates were wide open, and two rows of soldiers and generals were standing neatly on both sides, wearing combat uniforms, carrying spears in hand, waiting for battle. What army looked majestic?

Sorry, Chapter 2 is just over now, Xiao Shuiren feels uncomfortable, forgive me
Chapter completed!