Lu Min's spine was stiff and he didn't dare to think about what was happening in the car. His heart was full of absurdity.

Yang Liuyiyi on the side of the road. He left the emperor's brother so miserably and left the capital, but was blocked halfway because of Youchun? He still pretended not to discover Master Meng and the doctor?

Why is life so difficult?

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the front.

"Young Master Wei from Kang'anfang is writing poems to others behind!"

"What, Mr. Wei? That beautiful man with both poetry and painting? The coachman quickly turned around!"

"Hurry, if you're late, there will be no seat!"

Everyone shouted excitedly, regardless of gender, age, and age, everyone rushed to see the beauty.

In the blink of an eye, the road that was blocked was half missing.

Lu Min: "…"
Chapter completed!