Lord of the Desert

Chapter 70
Hong Fan nodded, and carefully checked the quality of the elixir.

After confirming that there was no problem, he put away the ten taels of silver, and pushed the eight taels of broken silver back to Hong Fu.

"The elixirs here are all prepared according to the proportion, I won't divide it between you, you can use the money."

Hong Fan laughed.

"After all, I still have to rub the light of you, a rich man!"

Hong Fu chuckled, and quickly accepted it without refusing.

After explaining the matter, the two of them had just chatted for a while, when a few young disciples came outside and looked carefully into the courtyard.

Seeing this, Hong Fu couldn't sit still immediately, and after saying goodbye to Hong Fan, he ran out in three steps in two steps, heading to the east of the city to spend his rest and holiday time.

Another half hour passed.

The layout in the courtyard was complete, and Aunt Liu, the overseer who was sweating slightly, was finally free.

She glanced at the courtyard to confirm that there was no one else, then entered the pavilion and sat at the table with the young master.

By the end of this year, Aunt Liu was forty-one years old, and her hair was already graying.

But except for a few chilblains on her fingers, her complexion is far better than this summer.

"Ajie and the others left?"

Hong Fan asked casually, and took Aunt Liu's hand naturally.

The Yanliu Jin was activated slowly, penetrating a portion of the heat into the frostbite.

"Well, from the back door of the yard."

Aunt Liu replied, it seemed that the frostbite was a little itchy due to heat, and she twitched her fingers.

"Everything has been moved here, and I have checked the inside and outside, and it is very clean."

"It's a pity that the locust tree can't be moved here, and it has produced so many pods this year..."

She couldn't help rambling.

"Qide is reliable in his work."

Hong Fan said with a smile.

"People move to live, trees move to die; that locust tree is old, so don't toss it."

"By the way, Auntie, let me ask a question, how is the matter between you and Mr. Tang?"

This question immediately made Aunt Liu withdraw her hand, blushing.

"Big Tang" is the groom of the stables of the Hong Mansion. He comes from a poor background, he is big, and he is very honest.

He is two years younger than Aunt Liu, and he had good intentions for her when Hong Fan was still young.

"That's it..."

Aunt Liu raised her hand and replied.

"It's nothing more than making do with life together."

She was talking casually, but couldn't help laughing.

After the young master became a star king, there were quite a few people who showed affection to Aunt Liu.

But she despises none of those people.

When Hong Fan saw this, he knew it in his heart - he was the one who pushed hard to find a partner for his aunt.

Of course, with his development momentum, if this matter is pushed back, the people around him will definitely find a higher destination.

But that's probably not a good thing.

"Okay, if you make a decision, I'll go and talk to Qiude later, and let Mr. Tang move to Chaoriyuan to live. In the future, he can raise horses and drive cars for me."

Hong Fan decided.

Hearing what the young master said, Aunt Liu was so ashamed that she couldn't answer, she just nodded slightly - born in poverty and slavery, the two of them didn't have any plans to make a fuss.

After a major event was over, the pavilion fell silent.

The winter afternoon is when the sun is at its best.

Although the wind passing through the pavilion was cold, it was neutralized by Yanliu Jin.

The vegetation and land in the courtyard are covered with gold by the sun, which is not like the mortal world.

Aunt Liu looked at this small world, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and she couldn't help wiping her eyes.

"Why is Auntie in such a good mood?"

Hong Fan asked with a smile.

There was no reply for a while.

After a while, Aunt Liu wiped away her tears before turning her face, and carefully looked at the young master's vigorous face.

"The good days come too fast, the yard is so beautiful, I always feel like I'm dreaming."

She stared blankly and couldn't stop sobbing.

"I'm afraid that one day I'll wake up..."

When Hong Fan heard this, he instinctively wanted to agree—yes, I also felt like a dream.

But when the words came to his lips, he looked at Aunt Liu and changed his words naturally.

"It's not a dream, how could it be a dream?"

As he spoke, he looked away, and the wind and sand swirled and danced around his feet, fierce as the tide.

"Could it be that washing clothes in cold water in a dream also causes chilblains?"

In the pavilion, the master and servant laughed at the same time.

The laughter swayed, causing the courtyard in the sky to fall into the fireworks of the world.

······
After moving, half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

As the sun rises and the moon sets, Hong Fan practices martial arts and reads books every day, and his daily life can be summed up in just four words: "plain and down-to-earth".

November 27, just after the winter solstice.

into the night.

On both sides of Anning Street, the snow piled up by sweeping has frozen solid and turned into gray dirty ice.

In the Wenchun Hall on the second floor of Tinghai Pavilion, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting was very hot.

Since she was angry and left a month ago, Zheng Fuqu was invited by everyone several times, and finally she stopped being awkward and came back to participate in the party.

"I am like a mountain stream and king like a rock, and the wind and water waves are my heart..."

A man dressed in brocade clothes and holding a folding fan recited affectionately. He was looking at Miss Zheng's facial features, but his eyes were deliberately avoided.

This person's name is Gao Junxia, ​​he is the Shaodong of Jinfeng Building, the largest inn in Jinhai City, and he throws himself under the whirlpool door to practice martial arts.

When the tail couplet fell, his big brother Ding Yushi was the first to applaud loudly.

Afterwards, numerous compliments poured in, filling the small warm hall.

【He probably thinks he is handsome at the moment. 】

Hong Fan speculated based on his experience in high school.

At this time, he was sitting silently leaning against the back of the chair, as if hiding in the lively gap of the room, enjoying the loneliness all by himself.

Jin Haicheng's literary style is bleak, even the top group of them have a low level of poetry.

After a round of sharing, basically no one can play mediocre, let alone use allusions, and it is considered excellent to be able to rhyme the end rhyme well.

But this does not prevent everyone from having fun with the food and wine.

An hour later, the cups and plates were in a mess, and everyone went back to their homes.

Hong Sheng and Hong Fan were the last ones, and they waved back the steward who sent them out, staying in the dark back alley.

"We entered Jinhai four times this month and wiped out two bands of sand bandits."

Hong Sheng said with a shallow smile, white air overflowed from his mouth.

"Hai Haifei was bumped by us again, and finally sent someone to subdue him."

The back alley was empty, only the cart horses parked at the entrance of the alley kept snorting, as if they were urging.

After confirming that there was no third person around, Hong Sheng continued to speak.

"It looks fine on both sides."

"After the ranking was released, Brother Hong deliberately talked to me to persuade me, as an elder brother, to be patient with my younger brother."

He said and smiled.

"As for Sister Fuqu, she is still a girl at heart. I went to persuade her twice. Although she didn't give me a good face, I think she is a little afraid of you."

Hong Sheng looked at his younger brother's overly calm face and sighed.

"Brother worked hard."

Hong Fan replied, not surprised.

Chi Xinchi and Zheng Fuqu both have temperaments that can't hide their thoughts.

Even if these two families really have some thoughts, I am afraid that they will not easily reveal them to them.

The alley fell silent.

Speaking of which, Hong Sheng can be regarded as talkative, but in front of Hong Fan, he is often inexplicably clumsy.

After a few breaths, the former remembered another thing.

"By the way, there are still a few days until the first day of the twelfth lunar month. This year, the Li family will be the host."

"It is a common practice that outstanding young children from every family have to participate. Is the second brother planning to go to get some fresh air?"

Hong Sheng asked.

Although he doesn't usually meet with Shudi much, he is very aware of his hard work in martial arts.

"Brother Shenji also mentioned this matter to me, I plan to join in the fun."

Hong Fan replied.

Two and a half months have passed since Fang Zhiwu's case, during which everything was calm and normal.

Hong Fan also gradually withdrew from the sense of crisis of being watched.

"That's right, you practice martial arts every day, you should take a break from your busy schedule!"

Hong Sheng replied, obviously happy.

PS: Gao Junxia's couplet of poems was written blindly.

These two chapters feel well written.

(End of this chapter)