It was finally his turn. Shuangye Guoshi did his best.

"Perform well." Imperial Master Shuangye warned him, "The battle in the east is not easy to fight."

Everything was finally returning to the familiar track, and Hong Chenglue had mixed feelings in his heart. The chance to make a comeback came, but Ah Jin was gone.

"Sir, I would like to borrow something from you."

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The next day, a visitor came to Pianxiang Villa.

This man was dressed in a blue robe, and his eyes seemed to always have a smile.

He Lingchuan was greatly surprised when he saw him:

"Mr. Fang?"

Isn't this Fang Canran, the chief steward of the Golden Horn Family? Although He Lingchuan asked Lao Ge to inquire about his details, he didn't find anything useful. He was busy recently, so he left this person behind.

Unexpectedly, people came to the door themselves.

Fang Canran put down the tea cup, stood up and clasped his fists and said: "Master He, we haven't seen each other for only half a month, but you and Prince Chiyan are already famous in Lingxu City."

Recently, the Chiyan people have been in the limelight in Lingxu City. First, they chased the immortal medicine case, and then suffered two earth-shattering attacks. Later, the emperor personally donated a house to apologize, and sent Tongxin Guards to surround the place where Prince Chiyan stayed.

This kind of honor has not been enjoyed by others for a long time.

"Where did Mr. Fang's words come from?" He Lingchuan smiled bitterly, "We have just spent more than half a month of fear."

"I think Mr. He looks very good and has good luck. The case of the elixir of life will be revealed sooner or later, so there is no need to worry too much about it." Fang Canran said a few good words and then turned to the topic, "I am here today to give you a message.

Mr. He sent me something."

After that, he took out a box from his arms.

He Lingchuan's eyes followed his movements and fell on the signet ring on his finger.

Opening the box, there was a leather drum lying inside, which was bigger than the sesame cakes He Lingchuan often ate.

This leather drum is probably a few years old, and the leather is yellow, but the drum surface is painted with landscapes, jungles, and the moon.

Landscape paintings are very common, and adding the moon is not unusual.

But the dense jungle in the mountains was so lifelike, as if the leaves would move when the wind blew, and mushrooms would pop up on the ground. This was the first time He Lingchuan had seen it.

In the forest beside the mountain, there is also a small courtyard with two entrances. There are fences, rollers, tables and chairs in front of the house, and a well behind the house.

There is a long string hanging under the eaves, I don’t know if they are chili peppers or firecrackers.

This is no longer like a landscape, but like a meticulous painting.

"What is this?" He Lingchuan had never seen it before, but he vaguely guessed something.

"Dreamland."
Chapter completed!