In the restaurant.

Ling Zhirong lay on the dining table and slowly opened her eyes. The purpose was to see a table of leftovers, and her sweetheart was no longer there! He stood up suddenly, turned his head and looked around. He was the only one on the second floor!

The boy's drooping black hair was raised high, and as his head swayed, it twisted like a green snake in a charming way. His deep and panicked eyes trembled with a shimmering luster as if he was facing a great enemy, as if he was unwilling and unable to accept the facts in front of him!

"Woman! Shopkeeper!"

He rushed towards the entrance of the stairs, holding the wall with one hand and the stairs with the other, and looked down anxiously and panickedly: "Come on! Where is the person?!"

"Master Ling! Come on, come on!" The shopkeeper was wearing a dark blue robe. He was not tall, but he ran away quickly in three steps and came up to look at him nervously: "Master Ling, what's wrong?"

Ling Zhirong said without saying much nonsense, "Where is the girl who came with me?"

The shopkeeper was confused: "No, we didn't care after you came up, and the girl never came down again. Didn't the entire second floor be covered by a young master Leng? The other party also said, if it was Mr. Ling, you could give me some face and let us not come up and disturb me!"

"What?!" Ling Zhirong listened to the shopkeeper's words, and suddenly remembered that he could not fall asleep properly in the morning and day. He was almost finished eating and was about to leave with his sweetheart!

He turned his head and rushed back all of a sudden. He remembered that there was someone guarding the door of a private room when he was having dinner. He lifted the curtain and saw that it was empty inside and nothing was left!

"I, I'm plotted, Qing'er, my Qing'er~!"

Ling Zhirong's eyes were red, and she knew that even if she hung up the shopkeeper and interrogated him, she could not tell the reason. He jumped out of the window with his light skills, and his toes jumped lightly on the roof and walls of a city, and then he flew over the eaves and walked back to the Ling family!

He landed directly in Murong Chifan's yard. Before half a winter and half a autumn came to stop him, he had already pushed the door open and entered: "Cousin! Brother Chifan!"

Murong Chifan stood quietly on the table in a blue shirt and the city gate model made of sand sculptures, etc. were exposed in front of him. The national teacher of the former Xizhao Kingdom, also Xuanyue's uncle, was standing in a position opposite to Murong Chifan, holding a small branch in his hand and talking to Murong Chifan in detail.

Seeing Ling Zhirong suddenly breaking in, both of them changed their expressions!

Murong Chifan immediately pushed his palm and closed the internal strength of the wooden board movement of the desk. Ling Zhirong had already come to him and glanced at him naturally. He was also surprised. Isn’t this what Fengcheng looks like?

However, he had something more important in his heart, so he didn't dare to delay, so he raised his hand and grabbed Murong Chifan's shoulder and said directly: "Cousin! Something happened to Qing'er! I was designed and Qing'er disappeared! What should I do?"

When Murong Chifan heard this, his face turned pale and subconsciously glanced at the national master opposite him.

The national master wore a navy monk's robe, wearing a navy blue dress like an old Taoist priest, and looked simple and generous, but the material of each piece of clothing was very particular.

He also looked at Murong Chifan, and his eyes met with a message: Nangong Huan is here!

Ling Zhirong was almost crazy: "Cousin! What should I do? Tell me quickly!"

"Tell me what happened at that time first!" Compared to Ling Zhirong's crazy and irritableness, Murong Chifan was much calmer. He raised his robe and sat down at the desk, raised his eyes and looked at him: "Tell me, why are you plotting?"

Ling Zhirong turned around in a hurry and met Murong Chifan's calm eyes, and gradually relieved her whole body, but she still held her clothes tightly with her hands and explained the story in detail.

The air was filled with a faint ambergris, which was the fragrance special in the bedroom of the emperor and empress in the former Xizhao Kingdom, setting off the poetry and paintings of this room, with a elegant and elegant style of calligraphy.

Ling Zhirong had just finished speaking, Murong Chifan said, "I know, I will be responsible for finding Qing'er. Don't worry, go to the weaving bureau with peace of mind! With the news, I will tell you!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhirong raised her eyebrows in Murong Chifan's confident attitude, and a trace of hope ignited in her eyes: "Cousin, do you already know Qing'er's whereabouts? My mother asked someone to read the calendar and agreed to be hired the day after tomorrow. What should I do?"

"Don't be anxious, I don't know where Qing'er is, but even if I'm anxious, I can't panic. Otherwise, I will have even more hope of finding Qing'er. Zhirong, don't tell your parents about Qing'er for the time being. The engagement will be normal the day after tomorrow. I will definitely find someone. In these few days, don't worry!"

With Murong Chifan's pillow, Ling Zhirong nodded vigorously: "Well, it's certain to get engaged. I won't talk about it for now. Cousin, I know you have connections and you must find Qing'er back!"

"Don't worry, that's my dear sister!" Murong Chifan took out the small jar from his sleeve and said, "The one in it is the snow spirit snake. It has been fed close to Qing'er for the past few days. No matter where Qing'er is, it can help me identify the direction. Please feel at ease!"

Murong Chifan called Bandong: "Send the eldest young master to the weaving bureau."

Ling Zhirong's heart was hanging like this: "No need, cousin, I'll go by myself, please give me the Qing'er's business!"

The national master and Murong Chifan looked at Ling Zhirong's back as he left far away, and quietly fell into deep thought.

The national master said: "They are all decent people. I have a junior nephew who is acting around Nangong Huan. He must know the method of extending his life, but that method is too harmful to good deeds. I don't think they will do that. So, if they want the goddess to continue living, they can only choose to steal the snow spirit snake!"

"I know." Murong Chifan's fingertips gently swayed on the small jar, and his eyes gradually became sharp. He remembered that Qi Zhuo Zhuo deceived him without changing his expression last night. He didn't know that Nangong Huan had arrived at him at all. He felt depressed: "This time, no matter who comes to steal, I must have gone without returning! I must that little girl come to come to me in person, and she must ask her to come back to me on her own initiative!"

The snow spirit snake in the jar was probably missing his master and was squeaking inside.

Murong Chifan felt ache. He had spent that price to kidnap her. She actually followed others so ruthlessly?

The national master stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have a formation, and now I will teach you. From today on, four people in spring, summer, autumn and winter will set up this formation around the courtyard, and the courtyard will be as solid as a soup!"
Chapter completed!