When Zhu Qi got up early in the morning, he had an ominous premonition. He searched the entire manor and found that three people were missing. Yang Fan, Bu Laodao, and Chen Wangting are gone. If it's just that Bu Lao Dao is gone, then it's okay to say. Chen Wangting and Yang Fan are gone, so there seems to be something wrong.

He walked into the shed with some trepidation, but fortunately the old farmer was still there. With two "apprentices", I checked whether the vegetables in the greenhouse were frozen, and if so, then the insulation measures at night must not be enough.

"This."

Hearing Zhu Qi's voice, the gambling Jiu and the dog who were working immediately turned their backs and didn't hear anything. The little shovel in the old farmer's hand stopped, looked up and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Where did Yang Fan and that Taoist priest go?"

The old farmer stuck his shovel in the ground and said, "Should I know?" ”

"What do you think?" Zhu Qi's pupils shrank, and he felt a trace of unsmooth breathing. But only for a moment, he quickly recovered, and stared at the old farmer with some fear.

"Feet grow on them, you have to ask them to go. I do not know. He continued to lower his head, and the small shovel sent some of the ashes into the mulch. When the sun comes out, the temperature in the shed rises again, but now, there is water vapor attached to it, which affects the mask very much. The old farmer didn't care if Zhu Qi was there, and shouted: "Jiu'er, wipe the shed." ”

"Alas. Alas. "Gamble Nine is becoming more and more frightened of this manor that hides the dragon and crouching tiger. Not only can they create things that he has never heard of in his life, but the strength of some old guys is extremely terrifying. He took the homespun cloth and the ladder and began his day's work. Somehow, in addition to the old farmer's occasional scolding, he still enjoyed life in the manor, not only comfortably, but also with food. There is no need to live the kind of days of staying by Hou Tianying's side and worrying about it.

However, he still envied the dog. Originally, the daughter-in-law blew it, but I didn't expect the dog to sneak into the city that night to explain the ins and outs to his future daughter-in-law. Unexpectedly, his daughter-in-law was also a martyr, so she eloped with him and came to the manor, kneeling and begging Yang Fan to take them both in. Yang Fan naturally agreed. Anyway, there are many empty houses in the manor, so it doesn't hurt to have more people. That's it, the dog has a person, a house, and a baby. However, gambling nine saw that the dog's daughter-in-law had come to deliver food early in the morning for a few days, and her face was ruddy and shiny. It seems that there is no less effort at night, and this baby will be sooner or later.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a tightness in my buttocks and leaned down. A foot kicked him in the buttocks, and the old farmer scolded, "What do you want?" Hurry up and get to work! ”

Zhu Qi walked out of the vegetable greenhouse, looked at the sky, and muttered, "Are you leaving?" His chest heaved a few times, his eyes narrowed, and he was a little angry.

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Zhu Youzhen, who had just returned from retreating, sat in the Qianqing Palace. At first glance, I saw this letter from Gao Yang. This has resigned and returned to his hometown, and it used to be a letter from his brother Zhu Youxiao's imperial teacher. Now that the war in Liaodi is about to start, Zhu Youzhen desperately hopes that Sun Chengzong can return to command, however, when he finished reading the letter, Yang Fan's reply to Sun Chengzong, which had been included in the letter, he pondered for a long time.

If Yang Fan's letter to himself was to stabilize his position, then his reply to Sun Chengzong and his reluctance to go to Liaodi. and those propositions, it has to make Zhu Youzhen think deeply. He is suspicious by nature, but this is also helpless. As an emperor, especially in troubled times. If he takes a wrong step, he may lose his ancestral inheritance, so he has to be cautious.

If caution is excessive, it becomes suspicious.

"Nourishment."

Luo Yang outside the door will generally wait for an hour in the Qianqing Palace. Because many times some great things will be instructed to do in the first half hour of his time, the first half of the hour of the first hour. Today's Jinyiwei. Under the suppression of the Donglin Party, it is no longer as rampant as it was during the Apocalypse. Except for some instructions from the Holy Lord, there are very few actions to arrest people without permission. This can be regarded as a powerful counterattack by the Donglin Party, which was miserable during the Apocalypse.

"Minister, here." Luo Yang waited in front of the temple.

"Go to Jinling, go over with a secret decree, and summon Yang Fan back." His eyes narrowed, Yang Fan, I don't need you, you are just a pawn of a peddler, I want to see, this time, did you miscalculate, or I really saw it wrong.

"Yes!" Luo Yang retreated with his fists clenched. He walked out of the Qianqing Palace, looked at the bright clear sky, took a deep breath, and muttered: "It seems that the Holy Lord has never forgotten Ling Hebo......

Yang Fan wrote a letter to Ma Fatzi and Xing Sanzhi. The academy was handed over to Xingsan to take care of, and the manor and Jinxi Building were all handed over to Ma Fatzi. He Ma Peiwen is in Malacca, and he has to eat a mine, so it is naturally no problem to take care of a manor. Since then, a business legend in Jinling is about to rise.

Yang Fan's business empire, he laid a cornerstone, and as for the high-rise building, it was handed over to Ma Peiwen, a business-minded person, to control. He believed that the fat man's lard brain was probably thinking about how to squeeze out the rich merchants in Jinling and even the entire Jiangnan.

Chen Wangting sat by the lake, carefully cleaning up the fatty fish he had just caught. The fish that have just entered the winter are so fat that they are oily. The horses that have been unloaded on the side are eating natural sun-dried materials. Not far away, on the grass, an old man and a young man sat together. When he came out this time, Yang Fan didn't say anything to anyone except for leaving two letters. He was going to go to Longhu Mountain first to see the mysterious hanging coffin. Of course, at most, he asked, he didn't believe that this hanging coffin was so powerful, if it was powerful, wouldn't everyone go up to build one?

Then he went west, went to Bashu, and saw Wang Xu'er, even if she couldn't cure her illness, no matter how bad it was, she would be happy with her. Leukemia is terrifying, after the body produces a large number of white blood cells, it finally goes out of control and affects the normal hematopoietic cells. Among his influences, the only thing that can be cured seems to be a bone marrow transplant, where will he be in this thing. When he thought of this weak girl, he felt distressed.

Because he understood that this disease was difficult to treat, so when he was powerless, he could only rush to the doctor and try his luck at Longhu Mountain.

The cold wind blew through Bu Laodao's gray hair, and some bleak sunlight shone on his face. Bu Laodao twisted his beard and looked at the rather unquiet lake, where a fresh breeze blew from time to time. A wisp of cooking smoke rose in the distance, and Chen Wangting slowly roasted a few freshly processed grass carp. The wind blew by the lake, Yang Fan stood up and looked at the small lake not far away, and felt a little emotional in his heart. Some return, some go. People, on this journey, slowly, slowly grow old. (To be continued.) )