"Lu Lang, please go quickly and return quickly. Qingyan is waiting for you at home." Liu Qingyan's eyes were full of anticipation.
In ancient times, Lu Zheng smiled knowingly, waved at Liu Qingyan at the doorway, sorted out the prepared items, mounted his horse, and rode out of the city.
On both sides of the horse, one side hung an iron cage draped with burlap, inside was curled the corpse of a wild dog with white frost on its body, the other side carried two bundles, one square and containing a wooden box, the other elongated, appearing rigid.
Because this time he was heading to the Yizhou Anomaly Suppression Bureau, and the journey was long with many items to carry, Lu Zheng rented a horse to bear the load for the journey.
