Lord of the Desert

Chapter 183 Don't Stand in the Wind
On April [-]th, the solar terms are full.

The spring breeze is gone, and the heat is getting stronger.

To the southeast of Jinhai City, the winter wheat planted in August last year has grown full ears, and it will mature in half a month.

The wind blows the wheat fields, rippling blue-yellow waves.

Outside the city gate in the east, dozens of people surrounded Hong Fan and walked on the side of the road.

This trip was easier than expected.

The light red military uniform was newly embroidered by Aunt Liu herself.

The red saddle is tanned with red scale belly hides.

The rest of the luggage was nothing more than 500 taels of silver bills of different denominations, a large bag of biscuit jerky, and two water bags.

Compared with the ancient times in the previous life, Dahua warriors have too much convenience to travel.

The Fire Cloud Palm can make fire, the Iron Hand can heat cakes, and the Sand World can ward off dust.

Combined with sand and fire, it can also decement soil, filter and distill, and prepare pure water at any time.

The clan originally wanted to send a few Zhu Yiqi to escort them, but Hong Fan refused.

One is that he himself is already the top combat force in Jinhai.

The second is that the red flag is galloping, and ordinary war horses cannot keep up with their feet.

Everyone chatted and saw off, and walked through the mileage to say goodbye to Hong Fan for the last time.

First, I received a few words of exhortation from Zheng Zhun, Hong Wu, and Hong Li as elders.

Then he and his elder brother nod each other.

Then he shook hands tightly with Cui Yutang, Gao Junxia and Hong Fu in turn.

Finally, Aunt Liu stepped forward hesitantly.

She obviously said what she should have said long ago, but thousands of words filled her throat. She was afraid that there would be too many important people waiting, so she silently helped the young master straighten his clothes and sleeves, then bowed his head and stepped aside.

The sun rose.

Hong Fan glanced at the old farmer who was guarding in the distance, and gave Qiude a wink.

The latter understood immediately, took out a piece of broken silver, and handed it over.

This is Hongqi's compensation for gnawing wantonly all the way in the wheat field.

The old man had received several times the reward, and he was very grateful, and praised this big horse for its overbearing demeanor that harmed the crops like never before.

With a whistle, the tiger-eating beast leaned over.

Hong Fan bowed his hands and bowed solemnly to everyone, got on his horse and never looked back.

Smoke far away.

Aunt Liu and the others stood where they were, watching one person and one horse sink into the blue sky.

There are green hills everywhere in Pingwu.

Pedestrians are even outside the green hills.

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The red flag galloped briskly along the road, and after a while, it left the plain and entered the mountains.

Just as the horseshoes were brisk, a call came from the side of the road.

Hong Fan followed the prestige, but saw Zheng Fuju standing on a high place beside the road, gazing over.

The city guard's daughter is wearing a light yellow dress today, her hair is as long as silk, and her beauty is even more beautiful than that of Banshan.

"Miss Fu Que is here to see me off?"

Hong Fan asked with a smile, and slowed down his horse.

"I'm not here to see you off..."

Zheng Fuqu replied stubbornly, but her voice trembled.

"Hong Fan, I would like to go to Xijing with you!"

After a few breaths, she said again in a gnat-like voice, almost untenable in shame.

But Hong Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled.

With a flick of the rein, the red flag is instigated.

"It's windy today, don't stand in the wind."

He said gently, and set off again.

The two passed by.

Zheng Fuqu clenched her fists.

When Hong Fan was about to turn around the col, she shouted desperately.

"Hong Fan, will you go back to Jinhai?"

"Will you remember me?"

Horses don't know how to play, and the sound of hooves is even more urgent.

The figure disappeared behind the slope.

Then, a melodious singing came from afar.

"Let's do it and forget it, and be safe with the situation."

"If you don't see running water and falling flowers, you will have a clear breeze and a bright moon..."

Zheng Fuqu stood there in a daze, and finally let go of her hand.

She listened to the singing that was fading away, and watched the strong wind and the flock of birds combine in the sky, and the floating clouds that buried the sun changed their colors layer by layer.

With just one glance, tears flowed silently.

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PS: The end of Pingwu is Chunshan, and pedestrians are even outside Chunshan. ——"Treading Shasha" Ouyang Xiu
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