"Then I will retreat first." Chen Yan said.

"Go down." Baili Ao closed his eyes and waved his hand slightly.

Chen Yan raised his eyes and lay down on the collapse to rest Baili Ao, whose eyes were dim and unclear, finally nodded and retreated.

After Chen Yan retreated, Baili Ao opened his eyes. He stood up from the bottom, and his cold eyes looked at the direction where Chen Yan left, and then moved away after a while.

After receiving the news from Jiang Huan, Canyang immediately told Nalan Qian about the day of departure.

Nalan Qian said with a smile, "Thank you, my son, for telling me."

Canyang liked this gentle and polite prefect from the bottom of his heart. He rarely smiled on his face and said, "You are kind."

Nalan Qian smiled unanimously, and he nodded at Qingxun, "Qingxun, send the young master back."

"No." Qingxun got the order and made a "please" gesture towards Canyang, "Please, please."

Canyang's mouth twitched slightly and said.

"Young Master Qingxun is polite."

Qing Xun saw the setting sun and frowned slightly, and he said again.

"please."

He had already notified Nalan Qian, and he had no need to stay here anymore. So Changyang said happily, "Cangyang leaves." Then he retreated.

After the setting sun left, Nalan Qian held a smile on his face. He took down the box on the upper floor of the cabinet and opened the box. Inside the box was a long sword, and a white tiger was engraved on the scabbard. He pulled the sword out of the scabbard, his eyes were dark and unclear: "It's time to return the things to the original owner."

After saying that, he put the sword back into the scabbard.

Soon, it was time to set off.

Although Nalan Qian only served as the prefect for more than 30 days, his achievements are indeed obvious to all. So when they left, many people came to see them off, and those people surrounded them.

What Changyang hates the most is the lively place. He looked at the people outside the carriage and frowned slightly.

"trouble."

Nalan Qian naturally noticed the change in the expression of Seto Yang. He shook his head slightly and slowly spit out a series of verbal tricks from his mouth.

The few humans sitting on the carriage felt dizzy. After the dizziness was over, they had already left Liangzhou City.

Canyang rubbed his painful head and looked at the person in the car with a suspicion. "How did we get out?"

Lin Feng shook his head slightly when he heard Canyang say: "I don't know much, but I just felt a little distracted just now. When I came to my senses, I had already left the city."

Bai An sat in the corner like air, without participating in the conversation between Canyang and Lin Feng.

He saw everything just now, but he didn't say much, just looked out the window silently.

Canyang looked at Nalan Qian with a smile on his face, and the suspicion on his face appeared, and he said.

"Prince Nalan, do you know what happened just now?"

"Maybe the people think it's not good to stay by our side forever, so they leave." Nalan Qian said.

"Is that right?" Canyang was not worried about this problem. He closed his eyes, which recognized what Nalan Qian said.

Nalan Qian breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was particularly afraid that the Changyang would dig deeper into the matter. What reason should he ask for at that time?

Not far away.

Baili Ao looked at the carriage made by the Constant Yang in condescending respect, and he said coldly.

"Nalan Qian, you have not tasted the feelings of your former close friend and your opponent. Then I will let you taste it!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!