The princess is above: the power minister's palm favor

Besides, where could he be more comfortable than sitting in Fengcheng?

Xiao Yunlan shook his head: "I heard from people under his command that Prince An's Mansion was raided not long before he disappeared, and now it is his younger brother Di Yun who is managing Fengcheng."

Mo Jingzhan looked at him sharply: "Then why didn't you bring Di Yun?"

Xiao Yunlan spread his hands: "He is not in the mansion, but I have told the people in the mansion, let him come back later when he returns to the mansion."

Hearing this, Mo Jingzhan took a sip of tea in silence, and looked at the bustling Turkic people outside through the window, his eyes were bottomless.

Xiao Yunlan sat down opposite him: "Young Master, why don't we go back to the City Lord's Mansion and wait?"

Who knows what that bastard Di Yun is going to do? If he doesn't come back today, will they stay in this inn all the time?
The corners of Mo Jingzhan's lips curled into a cold arc: "Some things are most convincing for him to see with his own eyes."

Xiao Yunlan sighed, seeing the foreigners all over the street, he was also very upset.

However, Di Yun didn't make them wait too long, and he came over before the sun went down.

"Young master, you are back."

As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down on one knee, his square face was full of joy.

Mo Jingzhan didn't let him get up, but just looked at him fixedly.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little stiff, and cold sweat broke out on Di Yun's forehead.

Intuition told him that Mo Jingzhan was on the verge of getting angry.

Just when he was so nervous that he could hardly breathe, Xiao Yunlan said, "Where's your brother Di Long?"

Finally, someone broke the silence. Di Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and replied, "He's missing. We've been searching for it for months but we can't find him. We suspect that something bad happened to him."

Xiao Yunlan pointed out the window and said calmly: "Oh, your brother is missing, and you managed Fengcheng like this. Tell me now, is this Fengcheng of Dayuan or Fengcheng of Turkic?"

Xiao Yunlan has never lost to anyone in terms of foxes and tigers.

At this time, Mo Jingzhan didn't open his mouth, he was stunned to grasp the tone of Mo Jingzhan's usual speech.

The corner of Mo Jingzhan's eyes glanced coolly over the top of his head, and he stood up stiffly.

Di Yun was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat: "Young master, those people who come to Dayuan to rent a shop to do business have a time limit, and they won't stay in Fengcheng forever."

"Besides, they are really generous, and the subordinates thought that they are just renting the left and right shops, and when they earn enough money, they will drive them away."

In his opinion, these three continents are really bitter and cold, food is not easy to grow, vegetables are not easy to grow, and the local people are struggling to survive. If the Turkic people are willing to spend money here, the life of the people will be easier, why not Instead of?
However, before he finished speaking, he was kicked hard on the shoulder.

This kick brought internal force.

Di Yun didn't dare to say anything, and silently covered his painful shoulder and knelt up again.

"Young master, I really didn't dare to sell the shop to them. I just rented it for three to five years. I think the situation can be controlled."

However, it's fine if he doesn't make an excuse. Mo Jingzhan just laughed angrily at this excuse.

He grabbed him by the collar, pulled him to the window, pointed at the domineering Turkic people on the street and asked, "That's what you said, can the situation be controlled?"

Di Yun's expression froze.

At this time, there happened to be a group of Turkic people on the street. They took a fancy to a peddler's goods, threw two copper coins, and carried the entire shelf away.

The shopkeeper quit and tried to get back his shelf, but the Turkic man pushed him to the ground and gave him an iron fist.

Looking around, the whole street can stage such a scene almost every once in a while.

The people of Dayuan were clearly walking on the territory of their own country, but when they saw those Turkic people, they wanted to take a detour.

This scene hurt Mo Jingzhan's eyes.

Before he left, he entrusted Dillon to take care of this place, which meant that he believed that Dillon would never betray his entrustment.

But what did he see now?
I don't know, I thought this was the territory of the Turks!

Then why did he work so hard to conquer half of the Turks?

Is it just for these people to use money to buy back their own territory after a few years?

He couldn't bear it!

"Young master, my subordinates usually send people to patrol, and those Turkic people are at best a couple of violent outsiders, and they dare not cause major troubles."

The matter was already in front of his eyes, but he still wanted to quibble, Mo Jingzhan felt that talking so much to him was simply nonsense.

"Since you said that they dare not cause trouble, then the young master should take a good look at it."

As he said that, he threw Di Yun out of the window on the second floor, hitting the murderers just now.

Several people were smashed into the mud, and they roared angrily: "Which grandson dares to murder me!"

This Dayuan dialect is quite fluent.

It can be seen how much effort this group of people have put in to break into the land of Dayuan.

When they got up and found that it was a Dayuan man with black hair and black eyes, they were furious.

"Grandma is a bear, dare to sneak up on me, brothers, give it to me!"

A few people didn't say anything, they just came up and beat them.

Although Di Yun has kung fu, compared with his elder brother Di Long, his kung fu is simply a world away.

Therefore, when there were many Turkic people, he couldn't stand it at all.

"You stop! I am the acting city lord of Fengcheng, you stop!"

However, his words had long been drowned out by countless fists and shouts, which made him howl.

Xiao Yunlan clicked his tongue while watching upstairs.

"Young master, do you really ignore him?"

Mo Jingzhan frowned: "Let him solve the things he created by himself, don't worry about it."

After saying that, he immediately closed the window.

Out of sight is pure.

"Have someone go and find out who Dillon has seen since he disappeared, and where he was last time."

Xiao Yunlan nodded and went out.

The business of Yunwailou not only exists in the capital city, but also exists in all prefectures in Dayuan, and Fengcheng is no exception.

Therefore, after leaving the inn, he went directly to the branch building in Fengcheng.

The people in the sub-floor didn't expect him to come back at this time, and they were a little panicked immediately.

"Landlord."

"What's going on? Dillon has been missing for so long and I haven't seen you send a letter to Beijing."

The person in charge of the sub-building is a woman in her early thirties. She is combing a flowing cloud bun and inserting a jasper hairpin obliquely. She looks very shrewd and capable.

However, after hearing Xiao Yunlan's question, she was stunned for a moment, and said: "Lord, we sent a letter about this matter, and you wrote back at that time, asking us not to make any noise for the time being, because the young master's life and death in the capital are unpredictable." ..."

Xiao Yunlan: "..."

When did he write back?

When did he say such a thing?

Taking a deep breath, he asked in a deep voice, "What about the letter?"