Lord of the Desert

Chapter 67 Dimensionality Reduction Strike
"Miss Fu Que is right."

Hong Fan stood up slowly, nodded and said.

Seeing this, Zheng Fuqu thought that she had won easily as usual, and when she relaxed a little, she saw Hong Fan take out a thick metal token from his arms.

Then, he casually threw the token into the porcelain bowl in front of the girl.

Whoa!

The porcelain bowl with the songbird pattern was smashed into several pieces in an instant, and one of the pieces fell into Zheng Fuqu's arms, which happened to be the head of the songbird.

"you?!"

Although Zheng Fuqu has practiced martial arts, she has never actually fought, so her cultivation level is almost non-existent.

Frightened by this, her complexion turned pale, and she couldn't even speak.

"Hong Fan was seventeen years old, and he has already obtained the status of an official of the eighth rank of the imperial court. I think I should be one of the leaders of the younger generation in Jinhai City."

In the silence of the room, only Hong Fan's voice was clear and clear.

"If Lord Zheng Zhun is here today, I should be by my side."

His eyes pierced Zheng Fuqu's face.

"It's just that I don't know what kind of virtue and ability you have, Miss Fu Que, to be able to sit on the top seat?"

As soon as these words came out, the daughter of the Zheng family's face suddenly turned from white to red.

She vaguely knew that she was not worthy to sit on the head.

It's just that on the one hand, his father Zheng Zhun is Jin Haiming's chief official, and on the other hand, Hong Sheng, who is number one in martial arts, and Li Shenji, who is older, don't want to make a clear distinction between them, so they put her on the map. buffer.

However, after being guarded by the stars for a long time, Zheng Fuqu, who had been in the inner vision for a long time, completely forgot herself, and really thought that she was different, and she was also one of the leaders among the young warriors in the room.

It wasn't until this moment that this illusion was torn apart by Hong Fan's shout.

"Ask this lady, He Dehe Neng..."

Zheng Fuqu was full of shame and indignation, muttering and wanting to respond.

Family background, beauty, vision...

But looking at the authentic token of supervision in front of her, and thinking of the rumored letter from Zhuang Liren, she couldn't find any capital to fight against, and was finally speechless.

So Miss Zheng raised her eyes and asked for help.

There are more than twenty people present, there are quite a few sons who are already working at home, but Hong Fan is the only one who is a serious official.

Dimensionality reduction hit belongs.

"me……"

Zheng Fuqu's lips trembled, and the stool under her buttocks had never felt so hot.

What's more, none of the guys who are usually jealous and courteous for her, except Chi Xinchi, who is still debating right and wrong and organizing words, dare to stand up and contradict Hong Fan for her.

Only short-sighted, do not understand what is the fate of the star, what is the lotus root of Xingjun, and expressed the most straightforward anger.

"Hong Fan, thanks to my young lady who specially asked me to send you a message!"

The little servant girl rushed over from the side hall to protect Zheng Fuqu, grabbed the mask as a token and wanted to throw it on the ground.

"How brave!"

Hong Fan immediately shouted violently.

"If you let go, you will openly despise Qi as a prisoner; I will kill you today, Mr. Zheng must have nothing to say!"

He said in a solemn and stern voice, Yanliu Jin circulated loudly and distorted the air under his palm, finally frightening the other party's movements.

"Lotus root, put down the token."

Zheng Fuqu also reacted and said anxiously.

If she had thrown the weapon as a token of supervision, at most it would be Zheng Zhun's disapproval of Wen Zhongguan.

But if it was replaced by Lian Yuan, who was a slave, he would definitely not be able to withstand the investigation.

Seeing the master's reaction, the servant girl realized what was wrong, and returned the token to the table with trembling hands.

Finally, Chi Xinchi, who was a beat too late, admitted that he had cleared up the right and wrong between the two parties, and intervened: "Sister Fuqu..."

But Zheng Fuqu was too ashamed to sit still.

She stood up abruptly, half-covered her red eyes, and quickly walked out of the dining room with the lotus root, leaving only Chi Xin, who was about to speak, staring blankly in place.

boom.

There was a door slamming in the distance.

Needle drop can be heard in Penglai Hall.

Hong Fan put away the disguise of feigned anger, and found that although he was angry and left the "core of the circle", many people looked a little more cautious and flattering when they met him.

At this time, Hong Sheng broke the silence.

"Brother Hong, why don't you chase after Fu Que to comfort her? Don't let her get mad."

Hearing his words, Chi Xinchi let out an "ah" as if suddenly enlightened, walked a few steps towards the door, then suddenly turned back, opened the window and jumped down from the fourth floor.

The cold wind blows through the window and circles around.

On the contrary, the atmosphere relaxed slightly.

Hong Sheng stood up, picked up the eighth-rank master token with both hands, and handed it to Hong Fan.

"Second brother, in terms of official status, you must be the biggest here."

he laughed.

"But when our younger generation gathers, there's no need to discuss it so clearly, right?"

The open window was closed by the steward, and the shards of dishes on the main table were collected by the waiter.

Hong Fan let out a hey, bowed his hands slightly to his elder brother, first replied "follow elder brother's advice", and then took the token with both hands.

For a moment, the Penglai Hall was peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

[Okay, the awkwardness between the two of you brothers made Miss Zheng's family and Young Master Chi blush, so why don't you pretend to be brothers again now? 】

Cui Yutang thought to himself, but how dare he say it?
On the other side, Hong Sheng, who was sitting down, raised his glass and spoke to everyone.

"Brother Hong probably won't be back for a while, let's start the banquet first."

After the words were finished, the young masters, the stewards and waiters of Tinghai Pavilion all heaved a sigh of relief.

The sound of "hoo" came together, it was like a passive wind blowing in the room.

The hot dishes that had been waiting on the tray for a long time were brought to the table. The waiters withdrew while maintaining their stiff smiles.

The seats at the banquet were still vacant, and the dining atmosphere was naturally normal.

After drinking half a cup of tea in the first round of wine, there was still only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing and chewing, and no one spoke.

It wasn't until Hong Sheng and Li Shenji took the initiative to stir up a few topics that the atmosphere recovered a bit.

And to Hong Fan's surprise, almost everyone came to him to offer a toast when the wine and food were half full and toasting each other.

At noon (two o'clock in the afternoon), the table was already full of leftovers.

Just as everyone was chatting and taking a nap in the Penglai Hall, there was a sudden cheer outside, followed by a burst of firecrackers.

"The time has come, the list is released!"

I don't know who shouted first, and then the windows facing the street were opened and crowded one by one.

Of course, the middle position was reserved for Hong Sheng and Li Shenji.

Hong Fan followed his elder brother to the window, and saw that Anning Street was packed, relying on the servants of Martial Arts Academy and Chengshou Mansion to maintain order.

Across the street, two firecrackers hung from the top of a tall pole more than [-] meters long, crackling and crackling thousands of whips in the air.

When the echo faded away, the smoke dispersed, and the crowd fell silent.

Then came a brawny man in the uniform of the Martial Arts Academy, his spirit sinking in his dantian, and he shouted vigorously.

"In the 27th year of Zhenghe, the tenth issue of the four rankings of Zhangwuyuan, the rankings are released!"

As he said that, he jumped forward with luck and ran vertically along the long pole until he grabbed the pole with one hand at a distance of more than ten meters and jumped.

The bright yellow brocade tumbled down vertically, with a bang like a hammer and drum, and it straightened for a ride.

Hong Fan raised his gaze slightly to the top of the list, and saw two ink characters as big as wheels at first glance.

"Tian Bang".

(End of this chapter)