Out of curiosity, Li Zheng brought his sisters to li Muyan's courtyard.
Li Muyan's courtyard was very spacious. There was a towering tree next to the entrance. At this moment, ah Dong was standing on the top branch of the tree. The dense branches and leaves had been cut down long ago, so they would not block ah Dong.
Ah Dong's face was bitter, and his arms were open. He was carrying a huge kite-shaped thing on his back, and it was impossible to tell what it was made of.
Ah Dong was tied to the kite, and there was a rope tied to his heart. The other end of the rope was pulled by a few guards. They were all ready to wait for li Muyan's order.
Li Muyan was sitting on a bamboo chair. There were bamboo poles on the four corners of the bamboo chair for people to carry him. He had no choice. He was so unlucky yesterday that he had injured his leg and couldn't walk on his own.
His face was still pale, but he didn't mind at all. He was feeling the wind.