Crown Jewels

Chapter 222 Farewell to Si Nian

You Zhi struggled to move his heels, his stagnant body did not dare to make any big movements.

Following Jiang Shan's side for these days, I can be considered to know a little about the way of Lin'an dude.

Jiang Shan has a good reputation as a dude, but Lin’an City is full of Beijing officials, so there are naturally more famous dudes. The champion Hou’s second son Wei San, whose father went to fight in the northwest border, is a typical example. Don’t think that dudes can work together. Young and vigorous people are often trying to compare who is more dandy, and that is a tit-for-tat posture.

Finally, the man wearing a blue shirt and a tortoiseshell on his head was Wei San, the second son of the champion Hou. The unpleasant voice made people frown.

"I think Jiang Er, you have been waiting for so long, so you must have been released as a pigeon?"

Wei San knocked on the folding fan, gloating about others' misfortune and making trouble.

"This is really strange!"

"Bangdang-"

The chopsticks in his hand were thrown on the ground by Jiang Shan, and he looked at the passerby with sinister eyes. This movement frightened Wei San to put away his smile, and his eyes became equally stern. At the same time, a tall and strong man walked out behind him. The clothes were bulging, and he looked at Jiang Shan with a warning face. This person was the personal bodyguard that the champion Hou left for Wei San before he left. He used to protect him, and he was also the capital of Wei San's arrogant death.

Jiang Shan gritted his teeth and sneered, "The third son is so sure, why don't we make a bet?"

The suddenly dignified atmosphere in the restaurant, because of Jiang Shan's words, a little more subtle interest, Wei San slammed the folding fan on the back of the table, and the look in his eyes lit up the precious tortoiseshell crown on his head...

In the neighbors outside Xingqing Building, the sound of armor colliding was full of penetrating power. Shen Lanqing carried the burden of hidden documents on her back, looked at the source of the team casually against the light, and was caught off guard by the young man in the flying fish suit. The grin in memory is often different.

Fu Sinian's face was serious. When he saw Shen Lanqing at the entrance of the official department, his back stiffened for a moment. He turned his head and said something to the group of guards in armor behind him. In the middle, the group of guards walked across the street to continue today's patrol mission.

After arranging the errands, Fu Sinian stopped where he was, with his fists clenched to show the veins on the back of his hands, as if he was trying to hold back something. In his line of sight, a slender woman with a blue skirt was getting closer and closer. Fu Sinian raised his eyes. It didn't fall on Shen Lanqing, but fixedly glanced at the official office behind her, a self-deprecating smile curled up on the corners of her lips, and she fixedly looked at Shen Lanqing with obscure eyes.

"Ms. Shen took great pains to leave the south of the Yangtze River. Fu Mou hereby congratulates you for getting your wish!"

Shen Lanqing's eyes flickered, and after a while, she lifted her lips and nodded towards Fu Sinian to show a smile.

"Thank you!"

The smile overflowing from the dark eyebrows and eyes was dazzling, and the dazzling sunlight made him nod his head hard against his teeth with the tip of his tongue
"In the future—"

"Miss Shen can rest assured—"

Fu Sinian snorted silently for a moment, and slammed his stiff fingers into the belt of the flying fish suit, trying his best to restrain the trembling of his fingers, but he couldn't hide his self-deprecating words.

"After all, leave for Jiangnan without saying goodbye, Fu—"

There was a crackling sound from the whitened fingertips, "Fu Mou, there is really no way to pester Miss Shen again."

Shen Lan frowned slightly, and Fu Sinian's difficult tone made her heart seem to be suffocated, but when she regained her senses, the dark-colored woman quickly raised her eyes, her back straightened under the sun showed her guilt towards the boy in front of her, her long eyelashes lightly A faint smile spread between trembling.

"Fu Sinian—"

The dark woman's eyes fell on Fu Sinian, with reluctance hidden deep in her eyes, she never looked away, and seriously remembered the young man's appearance at this time in her heart, don't leave for a few months, he kept his promise and never came to look for him After her, she also put all her energy into the imperial examination. Gradually, the vivid youth in her memory seemed to be blurred, and the appearance in her mind seemed to fade away with the wind.

But goodbye at this moment, those faces that are about to disappear are deeply engraved in my mind again.

Since the last time we met, Fu Sinian now sees Wuqing in front of him with a trace of fatigue, and scattered stubble on his chin. His temperament has obviously changed under the tempering of Jin Yiwei. He began to gradually separate from the boy in his memory who grinned at her and showed his white teeth, and felt a little more strange.

Can……

In the academy, the big boy with an informal smile will always be reflected in her heart.

As for the one in front of her, with a sense of strangeness, Shen Lanqing suddenly clenched her bag tightly, her bloodshot fingertips and the bright yellow paperwork inside reminded her that such a strange him... doesn't matter, does it?
After all, she is going to leave soon, so that's the case.

Then... let's say goodbye to him!
The sun was glaring, the gods were playing tricks, the glare made her a little bit blindfolded, her stiff and heavy eyelids seemed to be pouring out her sensitivity in the blink of an eye, the restaurant facing the street, the smell of fermented glutinous rice balls was sour, which made people feel sick. A gurgling sourness emerges reflexively.

The black eyebrows and eyes are dense, and the blue skirt is like ink drawn by raindrops. The rippling ripples are replaced by bright and dazzling sunlight in an instant. The arc drawn is like a rippling blue butterfly.

The opened folding fan spreads out in the air, the tortoise shell on the top of the head trembles slightly with Wei Sanzhi's satisfaction, with the excitement of sensual dogs and horses, the burning incense burner burns at the root of the channel, leaving little ashes, the atmosphere in Xingqing Building It was like dripping boiling water into an oil pan, and it exploded in a sizzling manner. Wei San's face was flushed, his legs were spread out and he squatted in a substandard horse stance, and he pointed at his chin provocatively while opening and closing the folding fan. Cross, the triangular eyes provoked show no sympathy.

"Young Master Jiang's time is up, the person you are waiting for is coming, let's pass this young master's step here—"

You Zhi's calves trembled, and he quietly glanced at Jiang Shan beside him, and saw that his lips were livid, and his brows and eyes trembled with a bit of ruthlessness, looking at Wei San's disdainful eyes with a trace of humiliation, the next moment, the cup A porcelain plate was overturned, and it was a usual way to refuse to admit it after losing a bet.

Xingqing Tower was thrown into chaos in an instant, but Wei San seemed to have expected it in advance. The moment after the chaos, the strong guard behind him clenched his right arm into a fist, and directly smashed the flying table and plate into pieces. The two halves, the sudden momentum, made the friends beside Jiang Shan instantly silent.

"Take—"

Following Wei San's words, the sturdy guard picked up the jug and threw it at Jiang Shan's right leg. Jiang Shan, who was still full of hatred just now, was pale from the pain in his calf. , really compared with Lian Jiazi in the military camp, there are some mantises over there.

The iron fist pressed his wrist, and the veins on Jiang Shan's forehead protruded. The burly guard subconsciously looked at Wei San, waiting for his order.

"Drill—"

The shrill voice was piercing, with blasting grains of frosted air, the burly man exerted great force in his hands, and Jiang Shan, who was kneeling on the ground, was almost dragged, slipping through Wei San's mocking laughter, and the dark humiliation above his head.

Jiang Shan's teeth trembled in hatred, and he was about to push his head forward, but he was keenly noticed by the burly man. The pain from his arm made Jiang Shan grunt in pain, and the cold sweat slowly rolled down his veined neck. lie down.

(End of this chapter)