On April 17, the solar term is small.

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

To the southeast of Gimhae City, the winter wheat planted in August last year is full and will mature in half a month.

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

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

This trip was lighter and simpler than expected.

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

The red saddle is tanned with red scales.

The rest of the luggage was nothing more than five hundred taels of silver tickets of different denominations, a large bag of cooking cakes and jerky, and two hydration bags.

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

The fire cloud palm can make fire, the soldering iron hand can heat cakes, and the sand world can dispel dust.

The combination of sand and fire can also decement the soil, filter and distill, and prepare pure water at any time.

The clan originally wanted to send a few Zhu Yi riders to escort them, but they were also rejected by Hong Fan.

The first is that he himself is already the top combat power of Jinhai.

The second is that the red flag is galloping, and ordinary war horses can't keep up with the foot power.

Everyone chatted and send, walked through the room, and said their final goodbyes to Hong Fan.

first received a few words of advice from Zheng Zhun, Hong Wu, and Hong Li as elders.

Then he and his eldest brother bowed to each other.

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

Finally, it was Aunt Liu who stepped forward.

Obviously what should have been said had already been said, but a thousand words surged up in her throat, but she was afraid that there would be many big people waiting around, so she silently helped the young master straighten his shirt and tighten his sleeves, so he bowed his head and stepped aside.

The sun was rising.

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

The latter immediately understood, took out a piece of broken silver, and stepped forward to hand it over.

This is compensation for the red flag's wanton gnawing all the way through the wheat field.

The old man was rewarded several times over, and praised the domineering demeanor of this big horse who stood out and harmed the crops unprecedentedly.

With a whistle, the Tiger Eater leaned over.

Hong Fan bowed solemnly to everyone, turned over and got on the horse and never looked back.

Smoke and dust in the distance.

Aunt Liu and the others stood in place, watching one person and one horse disappear into the blue sky.

At the end of the flat is the green hills.

Pedestrians are even more outside the green hills.

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

Just as the horse's hooves were brisk, a call came from the side of the road.

Hong Fan followed the prestige, but saw Zheng Furui standing on the high place on the side of the road, staring over.

The daughter of the city guard is wearing a light yellow dress today, her hair is long and draped like silk, and she is brighter than the middle of the mountain.

"Miss Fleur is here to see me off?"

Hong Fan asked with a smile, slowing down.

"I'm not here to send you ......"

Zheng Furui replied stubbornly, but her voice trembled.

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

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

And Hong Fan was stunned when he heard this, and then he immediately stopped.

The reins shook and the red flag was instigated.

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

He said softly and set off again.

The two passed by.

Zheng Furui clenched her fists.

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

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

"Will you remember me?"

The horse is not interested, and the sound of hooves is more urgent.

The figure disappeared on the back of the slope.

Then, there was a melodious singing voice from afar.

"Do it and forget, and be safe when you encounter it."

"If you don't see flowing water and falling flowers, there is a breeze and a bright moon......"

Zheng Furui stood in place in a daze, and finally let go of her hand.

She listened to the fading song, watched the wind and the birds merge in the sky, and the clouds that buried the sun changed color layer by layer.

Just one glance, tears flowed silently.

(End of volume)

PS: At the end of Pingwu is Spring Mountain, and pedestrians are even outside Spring Mountain. - "Tasha Xing" Ouyang Xiu

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