Here they come indeed!
Lu Zheng and Liu Qingyan looked over together, and saw the leader was a young man wearing a jade blue silk long shirt, shaking a Sichuan embroidery folding fan in his hand, with a white jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a pair of black cloud light shoes on his feet. He had a handsome and refined appearance, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, giving off the look of a noble young master.
However, his eyes were wandering and his expression was frivolous, lacking the depth and substance that a learned man should display.
Behind him were two people, exactly the Zhou Mingsheng and the little servant that Lu Zheng had met in the morning.
Lu Zheng asked, "Are you Zhao Wenrong?"
The little servant shouted angrily, "How dare you directly call my master's name!"
"Eh, it's okay, it's okay!"
