Lord of the Desert

Chapter 282 Depressed
The rock tea in that grid is the most valuable thing in the study in terms of market price.

Hong Fan was shocked when he heard this and immediately thought of the other party's magical power.

Only then did he realize that the other party's previous "reading of calligraphy and painting" might have been more than just "reading of calligraphy and painting".

After opening the cabinet and taking out tea, Hong Fan opened a new cup.

He pressed his hand on the copper pot filled with cold water, and the heat flowed vigorously.

After a while, the lid of the pot was lifted up by steam, and the whistle overflowing from the spout filled the quiet room.

Next to Hong Fan's hand, the brass was burned to dark red.

He poured boiling water into the teapot and brewed the semi-fermented tea leaves, releasing a delicate and mellow aroma.

"The fragrance of rock bone flowers can be repeated thousands of times; it is no worse than 20-year-old pear blossoms."

Ye Zhan sniffed the air and nodded with satisfaction.

"Young friend Hong probably knows that today Shen Shizheng and I are coming to investigate the case?"

"I was notified by the Inspector General of the execution, but I didn't expect Mr. Zhan Ye to arrive so early."

Hong Fan replied.

He handed over the tea cup with both hands.

"Since I said so, it wouldn't be presumptuous for me to come here."

Ye Zhan took it and looked at the green-yellow tea soup, as if tasting it.

"I came early mainly because I wanted to make friends with my friends - there are fewer and fewer Xingjuns nowadays. It is not an ordinary fate that you and I were chosen together from all over the world."

He said with a smile, raising his head and pouring boiling water into his throat.

Hong Fan has always been good at capturing emotions.

He heard something in Ye Zhan's words, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment, so he just solemnly thanked him.

"Su heard that Mr. Zhan Ye is the humerus of the Sanfa Department and is very busy with important cases. I am really grateful to be able to come to Xijing despite my busy schedule."

"My little friend is too serious."

Ye Zhan wiped the corners of his mouth and waved his hand.

"I am usually busy even when I say I am busy, and I am always free even when I say I am free."

"People outside call me the Star Lord of the Three Divisions. In fact, I only have the fictitious title of 'Zhongxian Dafu'. I have no permanent position and am not subject to the control of the Three Divisions of Laws."

He didn't think much of the word "humerus".

"As for the important case, haha..."

"Why is Mr. Zhan Ye laughing?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Why else? I'm laughing because it's ridiculous."

Ye Zhan scoffed.

"The little princess drowned a cat and cried for me to find the murderer;
The imperial concubine lost her baby and asked me to check whether it was poisoned;
The minister is dead and his father is suspected of being bribed by his political opponents..."

A few words were strung together in his mouth, as smoothly as a jingle.

"These things, depending on the person, are as heavy as a mountain, but depending on the person, they are not as light as a feather."

"It just happened to an important person, so it became an important case."

Ye Zhan couldn't stop laughing as he spoke.

Hong Fan, who was sitting opposite him, was stunned.

Although there is no name mentioned in the words, it is not difficult for those who are interested to look it up.

"These things, Mr. Zhan Ye..."

Hong Fan hesitated.

"What, are you afraid that I will bring trouble out of my mouth?"

Ye Zhan looked at him sideways.

"We are Xingjun. Although it is just that, the other powerful and powerful people are not as good as us."

Hong Fan didn't know how to answer the question.

There was no sound in the study for a while, but the crows on the old trees outside were crowing vigorously.

Ye Zhan listened to the crows for a while, then suddenly sighed, grabbed the still hot teapot and poured it into his mouth.

For a mortal, this would be enough to return to the west.

"I like your Asahi Mansion, it's very clean."

He said suddenly.

"The Asahi Mansion is a newly built mansion. No one lived there before me."

Hong Fan replied.

"It's not a relationship between old and new."

Ye Zhan shook his head.

"I often go to the imperial palace in Shenjing; as for the general's residence, my entry and exit do not need to be announced."

"Hey……"

There was sarcasm on his face that he didn't bother to hide.

"The high gates and double eaves cannot find a well where no one has died; the flowers are red and the water is blue, and the clear pond is full of drowned corpses."

"Every high-ranking official has his own faults." "That's why they are all afraid of me."

Ye Zhan had a special aura when he said this, as if he was a rogue who pretended to be powerful.

The power of Fate Pass has been clearly revealed.

However, after Hong Fan listened and took a moment to understand, he felt as dangerous as the tip of a knife against his throat.

When he thought about it, it was inconceivable that someone with such an ability to know almost everything could still live freely in a place like Shenjing where there were so many powerful people and experts like rain.

Especially since Ye Zhan was so open-minded.

"Why should you be nervous, little friend?"

Ye Zhan saw Hong Fan's thoughts.

"Ye is actually not a talkative person, and he is also timid. Even if you kill me, I won't be able to say it, and I dare not say it."

"Besides, I know that little friend, you are also very tight-lipped."

"Oh, life is short, so you have to waste some valuable things to make it interesting!"

He pushed back the empty teapot like a cow chewing peonies and motioned for Hong Fan to continue.

"Does Mr. Zhan Ye know me very well?"

Hong Fan asked, suppressing the hesitation in his heart and keeping his muscles relaxed.

He actually carries some secrets that cannot be told to others.

"I can tell you everything you do by walking around the Asahi Mansion."

Ye Zhan smiled.

"I can see how you do things, but I can't see through your thoughts - that's what the 'His Mind' fellow is good at."

"But he's not as good at judging people as I am."

He said triumphantly.

"It is said that one who knows others is wise, and one who knows oneself is wise; they all say that people lie to others, but in fact people are best at lying to themselves."

"In Kyushu, if extreme people are compared to dung beetles, then Shenjing is like a dung ball - you can't stop them from gathering here."

"So I've seen too much!"

"Those with great ambitions use cruel means to build bridges and pave roads for the sake of reputation. The more useless people are, the more they blame others and others."

"Human beings are too complex. I can only make a general assessment of their deeds, but I can't say anything about their hearts."

After Ye Zhan finished speaking, he smacked his lips, chewed the tea leaves embedded in his teeth and swallowed them.

"Gong Zhan Ye is right, you have learned a lesson."

Hong Fan complimented.

It is a taboo for smart people to speak in a shallow way.

To those who travel through time, these words are nothing new.

He didn't understand the other person's purpose in saying this, but he had to admit that this person was very different.

Hong Fan's caution made Ye Zhan's interest drop.

"My friend, how will you feel after finding out the case?"

the latter suddenly asked.

“Blood for blood, revenge for revenge.”

Hong Fan said without thinking, just like a sword unsheathed and clear water flowing eastward.

"Okay, okay, that's exactly what it should be!"

Ye Zhan laughed and said, patting his thigh.

"It's a pity that my destiny is not good at fighting. Most of the time, I can only be an understanding ghost. I can't be as happy as your sand world..."

He sighed with envy, and then noticed the daffodils in full bloom on the wooden frame in the corner of the house.

"This flower cannot survive the summer."

Ye Zhan said coldly.

"So it is a blessing to die in spring."

His demeanor became completely cold.

The afternoon spring light slanted through the window and climbed onto Ye Zhan's robe.

The illuminated areas of the bright red brocade appear bright in color, while the unlit areas become darker.

Hong Fan heard distant footsteps coming from the front yard.

Before I knew it, Shin Si Jung (four o'clock in the afternoon) was approaching.

"They are here."

Ye Zhan's eyes suddenly condensed.

It's like putting on a mask, like suppressing your worries.

It's like waking up from a dream.

"Let's go."

He got up and left the study.

Hong Fan followed, thinking for a long time, still unable to tell whether this person was free and easy or decadent.

(End of this chapter)