After a few rounds of greetings, everyone officially sat down.

"I heard that you quietly proposed to my Uncle Wu?"

Hong Fan's first sentence was to inquire about the host's marriage.

"This is going to kiss and kiss!"

He laughed.

Cui Yutang proposed to the Hong family and asked to marry Hong Wu's youngest daughter, which Hong Fan had heard about as soon as he returned to Jinhai.

At the mention of this, the room was suddenly filled with commotion.

Even if the Cui family has always been delicate and generous, it is inevitable that they will blush at this time.

"It can't be said to be 'silent', but in fact, it is 'premeditated'......"

He laughed at himself and poured tea for everyone one by one.

Eight months later, Gimhae has a lot to say.

For example, the new garrison of the city defense department, Hu Ang, has a lonely personality and is not easy to get along with.

For example, the Li family is in a very poor situation now, most of the clan studies are scattered, and almost all the blood-inducing incense produced is exported, and their own children are powerless.

"There is another big event, which was rare in the past."

Gao Junxia suddenly mentioned.

"The Huaiye Meng family sent someone to Jinhai in September, but they made a special trip to apologize."

The reason for saying that the apology is a big deal is because the Meng family is much higher than the three Jinhai families in terms of strength and family rank.

"What apologies?"

Hong Fan couldn't think of it.

"It's the wave of things about Yiyue in Liangping Town."

It was Chi Xinchi who replied, and his tone was quite dull.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Hong Fan was puzzled when he saw this.

"The Meng family came to apologize, and they didn't go to the door of my Chi's house from beginning to end, but only went to your Hong family."

Chi Xinchi sighed.

"They relented, not because they insulted the daughter of the Chi family, but because of the daughter-in-law of the Hong family."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Hong Fan was stunned when he heard this.

"There are legends in the city that the Meng family heard the reputation of the boss that Er Shao had made in Xijing, so he sent someone to come over and bow his head."

Cui Yutang added.

"So those things in Mingyue Tower, you also know?"

Hong Fan was surprised.

He didn't expect that his own person was not in Jinhai, but Jinhai still had his own legend.

"That's nature."

Yang Yingxun, who accompanied the last seat, easily found an opportunity to speak.

"Xijing is the capital of Liangzhou, although most of us here have never been there, but since Er Shao has gone, how can we keep half an ear!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the study.

The anecdotes of Xijing for most of the past half a year - Pinhua will be one against two, Mingyuelou will arrest Wang Mincai, and the duel with Ao Zhiji, the "dragon who turns over the river" - has been easily brought by everyone.

While the audience was talking about it, Hong Fan, who was the owner of the matter, was a little embarrassed.

After a commotion, the hall fell into an inexplicable silence.

"Shen, Liu, Bai and Jiang are all thunderous surnames."

Gao Junxia sighed lightly.

"For a night of romance and Qinglou's spirit, you can wave 120,000 taels of silver, in the end, a great family, a true son!"

"In contrast, these businesses of our Jinhai are just a small fight......

He was ashamed of himself.

There was no word during the banquet, and everyone was the only one.

Du Hongfan shook his head and laughed.

"Don't be arrogant!"

He snatched the teapot from Cui Yutang's hand and filled it for everyone.

"The palaces and temples in Xijing are more luxurious than Jinhai, and the inheritance of martial arts is more profound than Jinhai."

"But in the meantime, my lord, I can't see Er'er, it's better to be here!"

Hong Fan paused the teapot and swept his gaze over everyone.

"As long as there is a good wind in Jinhai, you should know that we can also go to Qingyun!"

This is a very high statement, and no one dares to accept it.

But Gao and Cui, as well as Hong Fu, Yang Yingxun, etc., inevitably felt hot when they heard the words, gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

Li Heming's matter is actually public.

However, due to the central role played by Hong Fan and the Hong family, and the deterioration of the Li family since then, there is inevitably some tension between the Li and Hong families.

Today, Cui Yutang is the east, and in order to avoid trouble, he didn't invite anyone surnamed Li.

After the tea party, Hong Fan privately instructed and invited Li Xingfa to the dinner.

After the feast, Tang Da took a beautifully packed gift from the carriage.

What was given to Cui Yutang was a precious chalcedony.

What was given to Gao Junxia was two myelin-washing pills.

What is prepared for Zheng Fuhui is the top fragrance of Baihualuo.

It's just that Hong Fan saw her appearance in today's martial arts uniform and hair, so he felt that this gift was not suitable.

Just as he was contemplating, Zheng Furui came up and snatched the fragrance away.

"Although I practiced martial arts, I still have my daughter's family."

These are her exact words.

The stars and the moon gallop by.

On the twelfth day of the first month, Hong Fan participated in the wedding of Hong Yu and Chi Yiyue, and the family was full of joy.

Three days later, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Under the send-off of a group of friends, Hong Fan spread his sand wings outside the city, driving the golden glow of the early morning all the way to the east.

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After three breaks, Hong Fan arrived in Xijing.

It was early afternoon.

He landed outside the city without a man's land, and walked into the city with a small bag wrapped in silk cloth.

The bag was filled with three-color pigment ground from the scales of the snake man, and the amount was less than two catties.

On a long-distance flight, every little extra weight will bring a lot of consumption.

So Hong Fan only brought this small bag of Jinhai specialties as a souvenir.

Xijing City is still immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival.

Coming in from the Anding Gate on the west side, Hong Fan went straight along the West Street to Xianzun Bridge, and the doors and windows along the way were tied with colorful silk ribbons.

The shops on the main road are not yet open.

Along the way, every house has its door open, and there are lively voices passing by in the distance.

On the sixth side street in the east of the city, children screamed and chased and ran past.

Hong Fan turned into Qinglian Alley and finally saw the closed gate of Asahi Mansion.

[Years ago, the door shaft had just been oiled, and it was wind. 】

He thought, but he stepped forward and pushed the door but couldn't do it.

The door was not latched.

Hong Fan's smile immediately faded.

He gently lowered his burden and climbed over the courtyard wall from the side of the door.

Landing silently.

There was no one in the front yard, and the road was covered with a thin layer of snow that had not been cleared, and it looked like it had been two days' work.

Hong Fan instinctively wanted to call, but quickly held back.

From under his feet, sand rose up from under the snow and spread silently on the ground.

Hong Fan slowly walked in.

The hall was quiet, hovering with the breath of iron and ice.

Walking to the second entrance, he smelled blood.

The smell came from the side kitchen.

Hong Fan took a deep breath, condensed the sand flow, and put on his battle armor.

He walked quietly to the source of the fishy smell.

The kitchen door is ajar.

Pushed away, there were two corpses lying on the ground, two local servants.

Head and face down, back palm, one blow to death.

On the stovetop, the cooked wontons freeze in the pot, and it's about latenight.

On the table in the corner is a bowl of milk, and there is a jar of sugar and honey on the side.

Hong Fan stood silent for a moment, clenched his hands into fists, and suppressed the dizziness that surged up.

He went out to the side garden at the back.

Under the corridor, the steps were getting faster and faster, until they entered the courtyard, but they lagged down.

The first thing that catches your eye is the sword marks on the pillars of the pavilion by the pool.

Under the eaves is a wooden table, and on the thick paper is an unfinished ink garden.

In the painting, light snow flutters and is dyed with some kind of white pigment.

On the side of the garden is a wing house opposite the pond.

The back window opens inward, and it is dark.

At a glance, it was like seeing the Yellow Spring from the world.

(End of chapter)