touchnovel Chapter 23 Escort
Chapter 23 Escort
Zuo Dongxi had worked his way up in the caravan for over a decade and was always known for his steadiness.
The Feng family's job came so suddenly that he wasn't prepared at all.
Furthermore, he had heard in the gang a few days ago that the third young master of the Feng family had recently had a falling out with the eldest branch of the family, and it was only after the clan elder personally intervened that the matter was barely resolved.
The world of powerful families is too complicated, and he has never wanted to get involved, but he owes the Feng family's steward a favor.
There was no way to refuse, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
The men in the patrol caravan were his old brothers who had risked their lives with him, and he didn't want to drag them into this mess.
So he changed his mind and set his sights on the car dealership.
Most of the people in the car dealership had only a superficial relationship with him.
Even if someone on the road gets into trouble, giving them some silver can help.
I can live with myself in terms of conscience.
Shen Chongsan said that this man was a martial arts master recommended by Chief Escort Sun. He was skilled in martial arts and, being a newcomer with no relatives or family to rely on, he met all his requirements.
If this trip goes smoothly, then everyone will be happy, and the road ahead might even be wider.
Even if something happens, it won't shake the foundation of the patrol caravan.
He immediately took Chen Ye and the carriage, completely satisfied, and headed straight for the Feng family.
In the capital city, in front of the Feng residence.
Zuo Dongxi brought the three new cars to a smooth stop at the entrance, called out to the back, and Chen Ye jumped down from the carriage shaft.
"Although the Feng family is only a minor branch, they are still a century-old family. The reward for this job will definitely not be meager." Zuo Dongxi patted Chen Ye on the shoulder and lowered his voice, saying, "Keep your eyes open on the road, and deal with any problems with the carriage promptly. If anything happens, don't rush forward or back. Be quick-witted."
Chen Ye mumbled a reply twice and looked up.
The two stone lions in front of the Feng family's gate have wide, angry eyes, while inside, a pair of drum-shaped stones stand as steady as mountains.
This is a family with a long history of military exploits.
Chen Ye secretly counted and found that five carriages were parked in front of the gate, almost filling the entire street.
Judging from the scale of the operation, it's quite impressive. I wonder what the Feng family is up to.
Before long, the side door of the Feng family's house opened, and a lean middle-aged man walked out.
This man was dressed more respectably than the usual steward, with lively eyes, arms that reached past his knees, and large knuckles covered with a thick layer of calluses. He exuded a capable air as he raised his hands and moved his feet.
His aura was solid and contained, yet not revealed.
Before the person even got close, Chen Ye felt the hairs on his body stand on end, as if they were being pricked by needles.
The four true yang energies deep within the dantian were faintly heating up.
This person is no ordinary person.
Chen Ye felt that the other party's cultivation level was far above his own.
Zuo Dongxi hurriedly went to greet him, clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "Steward Feng, I have not failed you! The carriages and horses are all prepared for you."
"As expected of Chief Zuo, if it weren't for your help, I really wouldn't know how to explain this job. You've done me a great favor." Steward Feng quickly cupped his hands, speaking impeccably.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the Feng family steward's expression turned serious as he said, "This shipment is of utmost importance to the Third Young Master. There must be no mishaps on the way. We must deliver the Young Master and the goods on time."
Zuo Dongxi patted his chest and agreed.
He then pointed to Chen Ye and said, "This is a martial arts master who has worked in the carriage shop and knows about carriages. Knowing that the Third Young Master values this job, I specially asked the carriage shop to send him here so that he can look after you on the way and help you. I guarantee that he won't delay your business."
"With your words, Chief Zuo, I feel at ease."
Chen Ye stood quietly to the side, his gaze sweeping over the Feng family steward and the guards behind him, without saying a word.
After waiting a while longer, the person in question slowly walked out of the mansion.
The third young master, Feng Yanwu, looked to be only in his early twenties, with handsome features.
Dressed in a moon-white silk robe and with a jade pendant at his waist, he stood there like a pine tree or bamboo, exuding a refined and noble air.
Unlike Gao Yunheng before.
The young master of the Feng family in front of me was humble and gentle, without the arrogance of a scion of a prominent family.
As he emerged from the mansion, he glanced at the servants waiting at the gate and nodded slightly as a greeting.
As they passed the lead vehicle, they noticed a loose tenon joint on the shaft. He gestured for his servants to fix it, then carefully inspected the vehicle himself.
Zuo Dongxi had mentioned on the way here that this third young master was a strong contender for the next head of the Feng family.
She has already been reborn five times at a young age, and her physical body is now complete.
In another year or two, he will most likely break through to the Dragon Elephant Realm.
By then, the position of family head will most likely be his.
Feng Yanwu personally inspected the convoy, then waved for people to start loading the cargo.
For a time, people bustled about in front of the Feng family's gate.
Numerous servants, like ants, carried boxes of items from the mansion and loaded them into the carts.
After all the goods were loaded and Feng Yanwu confirmed that nothing had been missed, he waved his hand to dismiss the servants, leaving only a group of guards to accompany him.
The old butler attentively lifted the carriage curtain for him and presented him with his usual set of purple clay teaware.
Then, he took a can of celadon tea from a servant beside him and handed it into the carriage: "Young master, this is Bichun tea that the old lady sent this morning. She told you to sip it slowly on the road and to be careful with your words and actions."
"Hmm." Feng Yanwu calmly accepted it and steadily boarded the car.
The convoy set off.
Zuo Dongxi took the lead, with Chen Ye following behind.
The group of people drove through the main street, out of the majestic city gate, and onto the official road.
Chen Ye sat at the back of the car and glanced back in the direction of the Feng residence, feeling that something was amiss.
Before setting off, he inquired and found that the team was highly skilled, and there were quite a few martial arts practitioners like himself.
On the surface, the defenses appear to be tight and foolproof.
But for some reason, he always felt that the atmosphere of the whole team was serious, unlike a normal delivery team.
Having struggled and been tricked countless times, Chen Ye instinctively became extremely vigilant.
The next half day.
Feng Yanwu remained in the carriage the entire time, with his attendants on horseback protecting him and his trusted confidants staying by his side at all times.
The journey was peaceful.
Chen Ye shook his head, thinking he was just overthinking things.
The caravan needed to rest and water its horses frequently due to the heavy load of cargo.
It was afternoon.
The convoy stopped in the countryside about 100 miles from Luoyang.
The sun was blazing, and the carriage was stuffy.
Feng Yanwu couldn't hold back any longer, so he got out of the carriage to stretch his muscles.
Several guards stood a few steps away, their short jackets soaked with sweat and clinging to their backs.
Feng Yanwu glanced at them, then turned and gave a few instructions to his trusted confidants.
The confidant turned around and took several water bags from the car, handing them one by one to the guards around him.
Feng Yanwu also took one, but instead of drinking it, he held it in his hand and walked forward to admire the scenery.
On the way, he caught a glimpse of a clear spring gushing out from a crevice in the rocks not far away, its water sparkling and crystal clear.
His eyes lit up and he said, "Go and fetch some spring water; it'll be perfect for making tea."
His bodyguards knew he was a tea lover, so they immediately sent someone to fetch water and boil it on the spot.
Just in case, the guard specially took out a magic needle to test for poison, and even had several people around him drink a few sips first. Only after confirming that there was no harm did he take out the Bichun tea and brew it carefully.