Lord of the Desert

Chapter 182

In the 28th year of Zhenghe, April [-]th.

Jin Haicheng is more colorful.

The black and white plain cloth that many people wear has not been taken off, and more flowers that cannot be waited for have already bloomed gorgeously.

At noon, the sky was clear.

The fourth list of the three-month period will be released, and Hong Fan will also travel eastward, and a dozen people will meet together.

It's still Tinghai Pavilion, or Penglai Hall.

The flower windows are open, letting in gusts of fresh air.

Under the plaque of "Huaiyin Yuyi" in the dining room, Hong Fan sat at the head.

"Brother Fan, you are courageous after all."

Hong She sighed.

"Obviously I have reached this position in Jinhai, so I have to leave as soon as I say."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the room nodded in agreement.

Whether it's martial arts or wealth, places like Shenjing and Xijing have more opportunities, and everyone knows this.

But after all, "people are humble when they leave their hometowns", most people are not forced to a corner, and they don't want to choose to go to another country alone.

"It's not about courage."

Hong Fan smiled and replied calmly.

"It's just that I care less than you."

No one is not smart enough to take over.

Everyone can understand that the "less to worry about" in his mouth means that both parents are dead.

At this time, the waiter served cold dishes and aged wine.

Zheng Fuqu, who was sitting next to Hong Fan, got up to take it, but she opened the seal with her own hands and poured wine for everyone.

"How does this make it?"

Seeing this, Chi Xinchi stood up.

"Sister Fuqu, let me come!"

Zheng Fuqu gave him a gentle smile, but shook her head.

"That's my job."

She took Chi Xinchi's wine glass and filled it up carefully.

"At that time, you all went to the city in armor, and I was the only one hiding behind. It was useless."

Chi Xinchi had no choice but to sit down.

After turning around, Zheng Fuqu returned to her seat and poured herself another full cup.

Everyone was a little surprised.

In the past, the city guard's daughter never drank alcohol when she was away.

The hot dishes were quickly served on the table, and they were as delicious as ever.

"Why didn't Mr. Sheng come?"

Zheng Fuqu asked.

"I asked, but the eldest brother declined."

It was Hong Fu who replied.

"He has taken over a lot of Zhu Yiqi's routine training from Uncle Ming, and he has to practice martial arts in the rest of the time. I heard that there is little time for rest every day, let alone play."

"Brother Fu, I heard that you have entered the Tongtong Realm. Did you also choose Zhu Yiqi?"

Cui Yutang heard something and asked.

"Yes."

Hong Fu laughed.

"I told you before that I was going to Xijing to follow Pan Bo."

"It's just that Zhu Yiqi is vacant now, so I plan to stay."

The crowd nodded.

Hong Fan toasted silently, and walked away with Hong Fu alone.

A year ago, he knew from Hong Shan that Zhu Yiqi was indifferent.

But since the 16-year-old Hong Ping died in the city, for Hong Fu, Zhu Yiqi has a gap that must be filled.

"I plan to practice in Zhu Yiqi for a few years first, and then I may transfer to the City Defense Department."

Hong Fu continued the wine and raised his glass to each other.

"There are a lot of things to learn, and there may not be so many opportunities to go out and have fun in the future."

"A toast to everyone."

He said drink it up.

"Fuge, it's not just you."

Gao Junxia also drank it all in one gulp, and turned the cup upside down as a signal.

"I'm now at the level of the Eleven Paths of the Penetrating Realm. Two days ago, my family spent a lot of money to buy a few live Qi pills, and wanted to help me go up to the next level."

"My father used to treat me like a spoiled child."

And it's not just them.

Others started talking one after another.

Chi Xinchi said that he was going to open up the Yang Qiao Meridian and be promoted to Hunran. In order to sharpen his mind, he would be responsible for leading the caravan on a trip.

Cui Yutang said that his two cousins ​​were lost in the war, and the family is trying to get him to marry a wife, and they have met several matchmakers in the past few days.

After several rounds, three jars of wine were empty, and everyone was a little tipsy.

Then I don't know who started it, and they talked about the impression when they met Hong Fan for the first time at the end of October last year.

Zheng Fuqu said that she was cold and arrogant.

Chi Xinchi said that he was extremely handsome.

Cui Yutang shook his head and talked the most.

"The second youngest has a three-point distance from everyone. Mingming is considered young in the field, but his behavior is described as making a decision."

"A few days ago, I heard that the second young master was leaving Jinhai. I was completely relieved, but I wasn't surprised at all..."

He babbled here with a smile, but couldn't continue, covering his face in silence.

This time, it was Chi Xinchi who changed the subject and brought up the seating conflict between the Hong family brothers half a year ago.

Hong Fan then punished himself with three cups, and took the initiative to plead guilty to Chi Xinchi and Zheng Fuqu.

Chi Xinchi laughed and accepted it calmly.

Zheng Fuqu only drank alcohol to meet each other, and kept silent.

People don't think so.

At this time, there was a loud noise outside.

It's time to release the list.

Hong Fan was the first to get up, came to the row of windows, and looked out.

Anning Avenue is crowded with people, and the popularity is not much different from half a year ago.

Only at this time is spring at its peak, with green leaves on the street and red flowers in pots, colorfully reflecting the eyes.

The firecrackers exploded a thousand times, and the Wubang was hung on the pole.

The word "Tianbang" written in thick ink stands on the highest point, and everyone's soul is shocked.

"Guyixin is still at the top of the list."

"The rain rose to the third in front of the 'Three Mountains and Half Falling' building."

"'Little Doudi' Qu Luoyi advanced five places."

"Kou Yong has passed his age and is off the list..."

On the street, the crowd shouted like the wind and breathed like clouds.

But the focus soon went beyond the third list—someone noticed Hong Fan's figure by the window on the fourth floor of Tinghai Pavilion.

"Hong Fan and Hong Er Shao are upstairs!"

"We are the future pride of Jinhai!"

"Second Young Master, you can be nominated on the list, so that people in the world will know the name of our Jinhai City..."

Many people waved their hands upwards, and some even arranged for Hong Fan to compose a poem on the spot.

But in the end, he just saluted downstairs with a smile, and then went back indoors.

The windows were left open.

The luncheon continued, and the atmosphere became even more heated.

More than a dozen people persuaded each other to drink, but they all refused to come, and no one refused.

A petal fell from the window sill.

Zheng Fuqu caught a glimpse and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

She had no choice but to drink again and again despite the dissuasion of the lotus root.

The colors are gradually blurred, and the sound is gradually indistinct.

Zheng Fuqu soon passed out.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on a soft couch in a small room in the Penglai Hall, covered with a thin quilt, and she didn't know how long it had been.

"Lotus root, lotus root?"

Zheng Fuqu struggled to get up, and pushed open the door lightly.

The dining room and tea hall were empty and empty, and the messy cups and plates in front of them were all cleaned up.

Zheng Fuyu was heartbroken, and rushed to the window quickly, opened the window and looked down.

But seeing that the long street is sparse, the people watching the list have already dispersed, and it is even more difficult to find the partners at noon.

Only the sun is slanting to the west, and the sky and the earth are dim.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

The sound of lotus root came from behind.

Zheng Fuqu shook her head, feeling lost.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that the time when she was carefree and had friends and companions every day was gone.

"Lotus root."

The girl leaned on the railing of the building and murmured softly.

"I thought love would never end, people would never grow old,
Life will always be the same as before..."

Suddenly, Anning Avenue downstairs became a river that never returns.

A long wind blows through the streets, flapping doors and windows, wilting flowers, pulling flags.

The voices converged, clattering like a tide letter from the hometown of the Zheng family in the south of the Yangtze River.

【Spring is gone...】

Zheng Fuqu thought in a daze, feeling the back of her hands slightly wet.

As soon as she looked up, she saw the last spring rain of Zhenghe in 28 years falling along the wind, kissing all over the city in an instant.

PS: The imagery in this chapter comes from the famous "Farewell at Xie Ting" by Xu Hun in the late Tang Dynasty.

The song of labor unravels the boat, the red leaves, green mountains and rapids.

The sun is far away from the wine, and the wind and rain are all over the west building.

This chapter feels very handsome, especially the last sentence, the brothers count the votes.

(End of this chapter)