The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Lan Xishu was the only one who was not curious and depressed about the canceled mission. When he heard the news, he was excited at first, and then his heart was full of thoughts. He raised his eyes and looked at the endless dark night. The timing is good enough that we can have a small gathering before the house leaves Huyakou. The window paper is opened, and Lan Xishu no longer has to hide and pretend the emotions accumulated in his heart over the years. The sudden burst of enthusiasm burns him, and he wants to use everything May see house.

He will be rational if he takes action, but once he cancels the action, he will have hope. So far, farewell, Guanshan, Lan Xishu knows that goodbye to the house is impossible in the short term, and the part in his heart is suffering before parting The unbearable taste is extremely strong.

Doubugou was full of people and horses, and the members of Wang's small group were reporting their numbers one by one.

Lan Xishu's ass left the saddle and saw that the people in his group led by Ding Ya isolated Wang Xiaoxiao's group, and they were all there. Ding Ya and Lan Xishu reported with torches.

Lan Xishu decided, why ask Xia Shiyu for leave directly, some things are hard to say.

"My lord! There are still some unfinished matters in Eagle Town. I want to take a detour and stop for a while, so there won't be too long a delay." Lan Xishu approached Xia Shiyu and bowed his head to ask for instructions.

Of course, Xia Shiyu knew that the unfinished business in Yingzhen referred to the injury of Zhao Simakzi. Xia Shiyu didn't immediately agree, but just as she was pondering, Wang Xiaoxiao leaned over, his small eyes were strangely illuminated by the fire: "Third Young Master! Let's do it!"

Wang Xiaoxiao had heard that Lan Xishu Yanchipo had brought back a pretty younger sister from Xu Sanyuan, but no one had seen her, so she was idle now, so she interrupted.

Lan Xishu didn't want to talk to him, and hated his face. Fortunately, he was in a good mood and pretended to be quiet in front of Xia Shiyu: "It's only natural to say goodbye to my little sister!"

If Lan Xishu didn't admit Wang Xiaoxiao, he wanted to say a few more words, but Lan Xishu admitted it openly, and Wang Xiaoxiao was speechless instead.

"Go and come back quickly! I have something to do!" Xia Shiyu has always been inconvenient to ask about the house, more or less he is partial to Lan Xishu: "Make arrangements for the matter at hand, and go back to Longmen Office immediately, don't stay and delay."

"Lan Xishu obeys!" Lan Xishu raised his waist and cupped his fists with his horse in salute, a smile could not be concealed at the corner of his mouth.

Lan Xishu was overjoyed at first, and after explaining to Brother Ding Ya, Yingzhen appeases Zhao Simazi and Sun Buer, Wang Xiaoya's corpses were transported back to Longmen Office and explained clearly one by one, the brothers looked at Lan Xishu's posture Knowing that he was going to join the Shan Gang, Jing Maangan couldn't hold back anymore, and squeezed forward and asked, "Third Young Master! Why are you going, let's go together!"

He said what his brothers were thinking, and Ding Ya and Miaozi echoed Hu Dapida, and no one mentioned Lan Xiwen, but everyone knew it.

Especially Hu Dapida, he hadn't seen Lan Xiwen all this time, when he asked the mouse, the mouse just shook his head and didn't say a word to him.

Said that Lan Xishu would not bring them with him when he came to Datian, buddies could get together for anything, but this was the only thing.

Lan Xishu pretended to be serious and waved his hands again and again, the brothers all felt that Lan Xishu was acting weird today, why did his sullen and stinky face always give off a mysterious feeling.

Lan Xishu was afraid that his brothers would be entangled, so he explained the task again with a guilty conscience, and hurried away.

Hu Dageda took the torch handed over by Lan Xishu, rubbed the back of his head with the other hand, and watched with his brothers as Lan Xishu beat Ma Rufei into the night.

"Mice! Third Young Master is weird, why don't you follow up and have a look." Jing Maangan himself did not dare to follow, and encouraged the mice, Hu Dapida was not so thoughtful, and nodded accordingly.

"Who wonders who will follow? Anyway, I won't go. Is it too comfortable to be with the third young master?" The mouse was unkind for the first time, and turned his eyes to Jing Maangan: "You are very capable, you can try to follow me." ?”

Jing Maangan sneered hotly with a hippie smile, Haha: "Don't be impatient! It's just a casual talk, it's just weird, usually we are buddies together, how did the third young master run a single gang this time!"

After saying this, Jing Maangan took a look, and the brothers all turned their heads and turned around, and no one paid any attention to him.

When Lan Xishu rushed to Xixiangfeng's car shop in a hurry, Lao Yangtou and Lan Xiwen had just left in the sedan chair rented by Xixiangfeng's car shop.

Old Yang was impatient, and he was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy. In fact, he was most afraid that Lan Xishu would suddenly change his mind and hurry on his way before dawn.

Hearing the news, Lan Xishu felt like a basin of cold water in his pocket, his heart seemed to be emptied all of a sudden, and the eagerness in his heart went cold.

Lan Xishu didn't hear a single word Xi Xiangdi said to the manager of the carriage shop.

Lan Xishu left Xixiangfeng, drove his horse out of Huyakou Town, and chased north. Night travel in a sedan chair should not be far from the town, even if he sees a house!

Once he got this idea, Lan Xishu would be insane if he couldn't see the house. He hurried on, Lan Xishu chased along the official road for nearly ten miles, and finally saw a fast horse sedan on the official road in front of him from a distance. , a white gauze watermelon lantern is particularly conspicuous with the moon halo shaking.

A horse followed the carriage unhurriedly, and Lan Xishu could tell at a glance that it was the claret horse of the house.

Lan Xishu was so hot in his heart that he raced to catch up, his shouts were heard far away in the quiet wilderness before dawn.

The carriage stopped, and Lan Xiwen got out of the sedan chair first. Lan Xiwen recognized Lan Xishu from a distance, raised his hands and shouted happily, "Brother! Brother!"

Old Yang's heart turned cold, and he let out a long sigh without moving his nest while holding the burden. Lai Fu leaned out and looked back: "Uncle Yang! Third Young Master!"

What are you afraid of!

Old Yang didn't make a sound!

Xi, who was driving the car, came across the handlebars of the big car shop, tightened the reins, twisted his body vigorously, looked at the sad-faced old Yang, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Just wait!"

Lan Xiwen flaunted his figure lightly and landed on the bay red horse, loosened the rein and turned the horse's head to meet Lan Xishu.

"The house!" Lan Xishu stopped because it was quite far away from the horse sedan chair. He only wanted to see the house, and he didn't want to face Lao Yang. The distance was both visible and intangible, just right.The stars were sinking, only Lan Xiwen's clear and sweet shout.

Without stopping to gallop, Lan Xiwen kicked off the saddle. With the arm that Lan Xishu leaned forward, he rose up like a Yanpu, giggling, and threw himself into Lan Xishu's open arms. With a strong push on Lan Xiwen's slender waist, Lan Xiwen landed steadily on Lan Xishu's horse, and surrounded by Lan Xishu, he threw himself into Lan Xishu's arms.

"elder brother!"

"House! I'm so anxious, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you." Lan Xishu hugged Lan Xiwen tightly, messing up Lan Xiwen's hair with his mouth and sticking it to her warm and soft neck. Xiwen panted a little, rubbing his chin on Lan Xishu's shoulder, and Lan Xishu supported Lan Xiwen's buttocks with both hands to avoid the bumps of the saddle.

The horse kicked and kicked, and Lai Fu said, "Third Young Master won't change his mind!"

Old Yang didn't speak, he didn't poke his head to look, and he didn't answer Laifu's words, he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"The house! Brother is here to see you off! Brother is reluctant to leave you!" Lan Xishu kissed Lan Xiwen's earlobe fiercely.

Lan Xiwen rolled back tears, but smiled and said in a low voice: "I see, it's frightening that you came, Uncle Yang was frightened."

Of course, Lan Xishu knew what Old Yang was worried about: "This old goat is too hateful, I told you to go home, why did you leave so early, I almost couldn't see you." Lan Xishu talked non-stop Kissing Lan Xiwen's neck and cheeks, the breath on Lan Xiwen's body made him greedily suck enough.

"Hehe, brother, well, don't scare Uncle Yang, I will protect my father and myself, you don't have to worry."

"Then do you remember what brother said?" Lan Xishu knew that he couldn't stay for long, and not far ahead was the household registration checkpoint for entering Huyakou, so it was not appropriate to send it off.

Lan Xiwen nodded heavily: "Anyone's words are not as important as my brother's. I will wait for my brother to come back. I don't worry about anything. With my brother, nothing is a problem." Lan Xiwen kissed Lan Xishu's face, faintly At close range in the dark night, only each other's bright eyes can be seen, like stars shining on each other.

Lan Xiwen was more decisive than Lan Xishu showed, he broke free from Lan Xishu, and returned to Zaohong immediately: "Brother, take care too! The house will happily miss you every day."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lan Xishu to speak, he rode his horse and galloped away in the sedan chair.

Ai Ai of Lan Xishu's period was somewhat heroic and short of breath.

Lan Xishu suddenly felt his face being kissed by the house and smiled.

"Uncle Yang, the fourth young master is back, and the third young master is back." Laifu made a live broadcast, and when he turned around, Old Yang still fell asleep, but the burden he had just tightly hugged his chest suddenly loosened, and it seemed that Old Yang was nervous. The old body also relaxed, and the faint light hit half of Old Yang's face, and the creases on his face were as deep as a knife.