Lord of the Desert

Chapter 275 Qingyun
After a few rounds of greetings, everyone officially took their seats.

"I heard that you quietly proposed marriage to my Uncle Wu?"

Hong Fan's first sentence was to inquire about his host's marriage.

"This is going to be a kiss after a kiss!"

he laughed.

Cui Yutang proposed marriage to the Hong family and asked to marry Hong Wu's youngest daughter. This was something Hong Fan heard about as soon as he returned to Jinhai.

Talking about this, the room suddenly filled with boos.

Even though the eldest son of the Cui family has always been polite and generous, it was inevitable that he would blush at this moment.

"It cannot be said that it is 'silent', but actually it is 'premeditated'..."

He laughed at himself, holding a pot and pouring tea for everyone one by one.

After eight months apart, Jin Hai has a lot to say.

For example, the newly arrived city defense department guard Hu Ang has an aloof character and is not easy to get along with.

For example, the Li family is in a very bad situation now, with most of the clan disbanded and almost all the blood-inducing incense produced being exported, leaving their own children powerless.

"There is another great event, which was also rare in the past."

Gao Junxia suddenly mentioned.

"The Huaiye Meng family sent people to Jinhai in September, but they came specifically to apologize."

The apology is regarded as a big deal because the Meng family is much higher than the three Jinhai families in terms of strength and family status.

"Apologize for what?"

Hong Fan couldn't think of it.

"It's the incident about Yiyue in Liangping Town."

It was Chi Xinchi who answered, with a rather dull tone.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Hong Fan was confused when he saw this.

"The Meng family came to apologize. They never visited my Chi family from beginning to end. They only went to your Hong family."

Chi Xinchi sighed.

"They surrendered not because they insulted the Chi family's daughter, but the Hong family's daughter-in-law."

He said, unable to suppress the embarrassment on his face.

Hong Fan was stunned upon hearing this.

"There are rumors in the city that the Meng family heard about your reputation as the boss in Xijing, Second Young Master, so they sent someone to bow down."

Cui Yutang added.

"So you also know about those things about Mingyue Tower?"

Hong Fan was surprised.

He didn't expect that he was no longer in Jinhai, but Jinhai still had its own legend.

"That's natural."

Yang Yingxun, who was sitting at the end of the table, finally found the opportunity to speak.

"Xijing is the capital of Liangzhou. Although most of us here have never been there, since the second young master has gone, why should we keep an extra ear!"

As soon as these words came out, the study room suddenly became noisy.

All the anecdotes of the past six months in Xijing - the battle between one and two at the Flower Festival, the arrest of Wang Mincai in Mingyue Tower, and the showdown with Ao Zhiji, the "dragon over the river" - are all readily available to everyone.

While everyone here was enjoying talking about it, Hong Fan, as the victim, was a little embarrassed.

After a commotion, the audience fell into an inexplicable silence.

"Shen, Liu, Bai, and Jiang are all surnames that resonate with everyone."

Gao Junxia sighed with emotion.

"For a night of romance and passion in a brothel, he can spend a thousand taels of silver. After all, he is a true master of a noble family!"

"In comparison, our business in Jinhai is just a piece of cake..."

He felt ashamed.

There was no words during the dinner, and everyone nodded their heads.

Du Hongfan shook his head and laughed.

"Don't belittle yourselves!"

He took the teapot from Cui Yutang and filled it for everyone.

"The palaces and temples in Xijing are more luxurious than the Jinhai, and the inherited martial arts are more profound than the Jinhai."

"But in the meantime, I can't stand your noble son, so why not all of you here!"

Hong Fan put down the teapot and glanced at everyone.

"As long as a good wind blows over the golden sea, you should know that we can also ascend to the blue clouds!"

These words are so high that no one dares to accept them.

However, Gao and Cui, as well as Hong Fu, Yang Yingxun, etc., could not help but feel hot, gritted their teeth and clenched their fists after hearing this.

Li Heming's matter is actually for the public good.

However, due to the central role played by Hong Fan and the Hong family, and the deterioration of the Li family since then, there is inevitably some tension between the Li Hong family.

Cui Yutang was the host today, but in order to avoid trouble, no one named Li was invited.After the tea conversation, Hong Fan privately asked Li Xingfa to come to the dinner.

After the banquet, Mr. Tang took out the beautifully packaged gifts from the carriage.

What was given to Cui Yutang was a precious chalcedony.

Gao Junxia was given two marrow-cleansing pills.

What was prepared for Zheng Fuli was Baihua Po's top-notch fragrance.

But Hong Fan felt that this gift was inappropriate when he saw her in military uniform with her hair tied up today.

Just as he was concentrating, Zheng Furui came up and snatched away the fragrant dew.

"Even though I have practiced martial arts, I am still my daughter's family."

These are her original words.

The stars and the moon pass by.

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Hong Fan attended the wedding of Hong She and Chi Yiyue, and the whole family was overjoyed.

Three days later, it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

With a group of friends seeing him off, Hong Fan spread out his sand wings outside the city and drove eastward in the golden glow of the morning.

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After three breaks, Hong Fan arrived in Xijing.

It was already afternoon.

He found an uninhabited place to land outside the city, and walked into the city carrying a small bundle wrapped in silk.

The bag contained three-color pigments ground from snake-man scales, weighing less than two kilograms.

On long-distance flights, every extra bit of weight will bring a lot of consumption.

So Hong Fan only brought this small bag of Jinhai specialties as a souvenir.

Xijing City is still immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year.

Entering from the Anding Gate on the west side, Hong Fan walked straight along West Street to Xianzun Bridge. The doors and windows along the way were tied with colorful silk ribbons.

Shops on the main road are not open yet.

Every house along the way has its doors open, and there are faint sounds of people passing by from a distance.

On Sixth Street in the east of the city, children were screaming and chasing each other as they ran past.

Hong Fan turned into Qinglian Alley and finally saw the closed door of Asahi Mansion.

[The door shaft was just oiled a year ago, maybe it was windy. 】

He thought as he stepped forward to push the door but couldn't.

The door didn't even have a latch.

Hong Fan's smile immediately faded.

He gently put down his baggage and climbed over the courtyard wall from the side of the door.

Fall silent.

There was no one in the front yard, and there was a thin layer of snow on the road that had not been swept away for two days.

Hong Fan instinctively wanted to call out, but immediately held back.

From under his feet, sand rolled up from under the snow and spread silently forward against the ground.

Hong Fan walked in slowly.

The hall was quiet, with the breath of iron ice lingering.

When he reached the second entrance, he smelled blood.

The smell is from the side kitchen.

Hong Fan took a deep breath, gathered the sand flow, and put on his armor.

He walked quietly towards the source of the smell.

The kitchen door was ajar.

Pushing aside, there were two corpses lying on the ground, two local servants.

He was lying on his head and was hit in the back by a palm, killing him with one blow.

On the stove, the cooked wontons were frozen in the pot. It was probably a midnight snack.

There was a bowl of milk on the table in the corner, with sugar and honey in open jars beside it.

Hong Fan stood silently for a moment, clenching his hands into fists to suppress the dizziness that came over him.

He went out to the side garden at the back.

Under the corridor, the steps were faster and faster, until they entered the courtyard, but they slowed down.

The first thing that caught his eye was the sword marks on the pavilion pillars by the pool.

There is a wooden case under the eaves, and an unfinished ink painting of the courtyard is laid out on thick paper.

In the painting, light and dancing snow is floating, stained with some kind of white paint.

On the side of the garden is a wing opposite to the pool.

The window at the back opened inward, and it was dark.

Taking a quick glance, it was like seeing the underworld directly from the human world.

(End of this chapter)