Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Yan Meng glanced at Xin Xuefu.

This girl really hasn't mentioned him at all?

“Aunt Xin, my nephew has never been married. He hadn’t met anyone he liked before, but now he has. However, the girl hasn’t agreed to marry him yet.”

“A heroic man like you, what girl wouldn’t like you…” Xin Yue Rong smiled for a while and then stopped laughing.

Did Zhao Mei send Fu'er's knife before?

She looked at her daughter, who hadn't said a word since getting into the sedan chair.

Is it...

Shin-Snow felt her gaze and turned her head.

"Mother, have you sent anyone to Bingzhou?"

As she asked the question, her gaze fell on Yan Meng's resolute and chiseled face.

Nothing unusual.

Xin Yuerong never hides anything from her daughter; she will tell her anything if she asks.

"Bingzhou? No. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I heard things are in chaos over there too, and many caravans have been robbed."

"Oh~" Crescent Moon seemed to understand something. "You're worried about Ah Long?"

Don't worry, Ah Long is good at kung fu, he'll be fine. He should be back in the next couple of days!

Tang Long is the young master and leader of Zhongwei Escort Agency. Recently, he went to Bingzhou to escort goods.

Seeing that her mother had misunderstood, Xin Xuefu didn't say anything.

It seems those two constables were killed because they offended someone.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Didn't you see it? A dangerous glint appeared in the man's eyes.

Where did Ah Long come from?

Yan Meng soon found out who Ah Long was.

He came to Crescent Moon Manor and brought a bunch of trinkets he bought outside for New Snowflake.

Fortunately, New Snowflake didn't accept any of them.

But that guy was really shameless; after a few polite words, he actually sat down, claiming it was to keep the guest company.

Who does he think he is as a master?!

“Perfect, you can have a drink with Xiao Meng,” Xin Yue Rong said.

This guy is very much liked by Xinyue Rong, and Yan Meng feels a deep sense of crisis.

Tang Long is a very outgoing person.

“Brother Meng, it’s a pity your surname is Wang, otherwise I would really think you are General Yan Meng of the Lion King. I have heard that General Yan is incredibly strong, can eat eighteen bowls of rice in one meal, and can lift a stone lion weighing three hundred catties with one hand.”

What a waste!

If his real surname is Wang, he'd be furious.

Can't you speak properly?

"I am merely a bodyguard."

How many taels of silver a month?

"Twelve taels."

"Ten taels is quite a lot. Brother Meng's kung fu must be pretty good. Why don't you come to my escort agency? I'll give you thirty taels of silver a month, plus a courtyard."

Xin Yue Rong laughed heartily, "A Long, don't make things difficult for him. Xiao Meng's master saved his life. He is loyal to his master and would never come to you for money. We Jianghu people value loyalty."

"And integrity," Yan Meng added, glancing at Xin Xuefu.

"Yes, and integrity too."

Xin Xuefu lowered her head and remained silent, hoping he would leave quickly.

After finally finishing the meal, Yan Meng got up to say goodbye.

Because of Tang Long's arrival, Xin Yue Rong didn't talk to Yan Meng about the past, but she wasn't disappointed at all.

I watched an interesting play.

She knew that Tang Long liked Fu'er, and now she was certain that Yan Meng also liked Fu'er.

Oh, what a worry!

She had watched Tang Long grow up, and knew him inside and out.

Yan Meng is too outstanding; he was even engaged to his daughter.

Now it's up to the daughter to choose.

Or choose neither.

"Fu'er, I forgot to pack some food for Xiao Meng for the journey. Go and deliver it to him."

Xinyue Rong had Xingbi pack a bundle and hand it over to Xin Xuefu.

Why not have Aunt Xingbi deliver it directly?

Xin Xuefu was unwilling to go, but fearing it would arouse Xin Yuerong's suspicion, she still went obediently.

Yan Meng waited until the horse finished eating the last batch of hay before leading it out of the stable.

Tang Long was already waiting outside, and he had already sent the servants away.

"Let's not beat around the bush, Brother Meng, do you have some feelings for my sister Fu?"

"So what?"

"Then I advise you, Brother Meng, not to waste your time. Aunt Xin treats me like half a son, you have no chance."

"Silly Que!"

"What did you say?" Tang Long thought he had misheard.

Just now at the dinner table, Wang Meng was very well-spoken and polite; he was a respectable person.

"I'm telling you, you're an idiot, you have no chance, you self-deluded little earth snake."

Just now at the dinner table, Tang Long mentioned his nickname in the martial arts world: Zhongwei Little Green Dragon.

They insist on calling him a little earth snake.

This infuriated Tang Long. He grabbed Yan Meng's arm and, with a grappling move, somehow managed to throw Yan Meng to the ground.

Tang Long was a little confused. Was he really that strong?

"What are you doing?" a sharp voice called from behind.

"Sister Fu'er."

Xin Xuefu didn't look at Tang Long, and went straight to Yan Meng's side.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, puzzled and worried.

Seeing that Yan Meng was clutching his arm and had difficulty getting up, she reached out and helped him up.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked again, her eyes wide open.

She knew Yan Meng's kung fu skills; how could she possibly be thrown to the ground by Tang Long?

"It's nothing, I just got a minor injury on the way."

Sure enough, a few drops of blood seeped from Yan Meng's arm.

"Go apply the medicine!"

"No need, I have it with me, I have to go."

Yan Meng stood up.

His face was a little pale.

He held the horse's reins with one hand and took out a string of crystal-clear white beads from his pocket with the other.

One of the crystal beads was stained with bright red blood.

"Keep it if you like it, throw it away if you don't. I'm leaving now. If I can come back again..."

Forget it, I'm someone whose life is uncertain from morning till night; I dare not have any expectations.

He spoke the last sentence very softly, as if talking to himself.

After saying that, he led his horse away.

It was as if they were desperately enduring something.

I dare not look back.

As soon as he stepped outside, he mounted his horse and galloped away.

"Brother Meng—"

Shin-Shu-Fu chased after him, but only saw his back disappear around the corner.

“Sister Fu’er, it’s not like that…” Tang Long followed behind, trying to explain.

Shin-Hsueh-Fu turned to look at him, her eyes slightly red, as if she were about to cry.

Her voice was cold: "Young Master Tang, don't come here again. I will not get married."

"But is it for Wang Meng?" Tang Long asked urgently.

"I don't need to tell you who it's for."

Yan Meng was her brother who had protected her and was a hero she admired. She was not worthy of him, but she prayed for his safety.

May you live a peaceful life.