In the evening, the setting sun sprinkled the last afterglow to Liang Zhaocheng, the leaves of several big locust trees on the edge of the city looked more withered yellow in the afterglow, a few sparrows flew by, and a few cicadas were heard from time to time in the bushes, and the fragrance of lotus flowers could already be smelled in the distance.

Hengyuan carried Yang Yong on his back and walked into this city. There was no problem with the guards' inspection, and Hengyuan relieved himself and led Yang Yong towards Donghe Mansion.

The people on the street have been relatively scarce, and the shops have basically begun to close, smelling the fragrance of lotus leaves, Hengyuan immediately found Donghe Mansion.

I saw that its door plaque was wide and heavy, and the two guards on both sides of the door stood straight with spears in their hands, with serious expressions, and the surroundings were very quiet and majestic.

Hengyuan walked towards the gate, and the two guards immediately became vigilant when they saw it, and the spears crossed to block Hengyuan's advance. At the same time, he shouted: 'Idle people are not allowed to enter!'.

Heng Yuan saw that someone was obstructing him, and he cried out in his heart, and said, "I have been entrusted by someone to have a letter, and I hope you can hand it over to the lord of the house." Before Hengyuan came, he already knew that Yang Zhen's letter was written to Murong Fa, and he had been in the Xuanwu Continent for many years, and Hengyuan had already known that Murong Fa was the helmsman of Donghe Mansion, and he was extremely shocked to think that Yang Zhen could make friends with this person.

The two guards first saw that he was covered with wounds, and it was instinct to be vigilant, and seeing that he was not here to make trouble, but related to the mansion master, the two of them looked at each other, knowing that the situation was more urgent, and one of them replied, "Please wait, I will go and inform the mansion master immediately." ’。 took the letter and hurried to the house.

Heng Yuan saw the guards go to make an announcement, knowing that he would have to wait a while to see the mansion master, and thought about what to do next. didn't have an idea for a while, so he put Yang Yong down and sat down to rest. When night fell, the moonlight shrouded the Dongwang Mansion, a wisp of autumn wind struck, Yang Yong woke up from the cold, saw Hengyuan sitting next to him, and suddenly remembered that his parents were still in danger and were about to go home, but he didn't know where he was now, and after sitting up, his heart was sad again.

Heng Yuan saw that Yang Yong had woken up, and he understood his sadness, but he didn't know how to comfort him. The two were immersed in grief when they saw a tall, burly man walking out of the door quickly. The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and Hengyuan pulled Yang Yong to stand up immediately, leaned forward, and asked, "Your Excellency is the lord of Donghe Mansion?"

Murong saw that this person was covered with scars, and he already knew in his heart that it was Hengyuan mentioned in the letter, and replied: "It's just a false name, why don't you worry about it, just call me Brother Murong'

Hengyuan was just about to salute, but Murong Fa stopped him, looked at Yang Yong next to him, touched his head, and said, "I didn't expect Xiao Yong to be so tall." ’。 Yang Yong seemed to recognize this person and said, "You are the one who peeked at the beautiful woman taking a bath in our house that day." As he spoke, Yang Yong immediately showed a look of disdain. Hengyuan next to him was very surprised, and he didn't know what to think. Murong Fa's old face turned red, and he immediately changed the topic, looked at Hengyuan, and said, "Heng Zhuangshi, you are not lightly injured, come to our mansion to deal with the wound." ’。

As he spoke, he called a few people to help Hengyuan to deal with his injuries. At the same time, he arranged a room for Yang Yong, and said to Yang Yong: "Xiao Yong, your parents have been chivalrous all their lives, robbing the rich and helping the poor, I believe you will definitely have a chance to meet again, these days I will send more people to find the whereabouts of your parents, and I will tell you as soon as there is news." ’。

Yang Yong felt Murong Fa's kindness and warmth, and said, "Thank you, Uncle Murong!"

After speaking, Murong Fa took Yang Yong to the hall, and when he entered this mansion, Yang Yong was attracted by all kinds of scenery, all kinds of strange-shaped rockeries, beautiful lotus flowers under the moonlight, and being in such a place was like a fairyland. After walking for a while, we arrived at the front of the hall.

Yang Yong looked up and saw that the building was magnificent and magnificent, the building was brightly lit, and at night, it could not hide its magnificence. Under the lights, it really looks like a small 'palace'.

Yang Yong followed Murong Fa into the hall, and first saw a large table of delicacies such as chickens and fish, and there was a beautiful woman next to the table, about twenty-seven years old, with dignified and elegant manners, and she was really a lady. Sitting next to the woman was a young man of about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, an eight-point resemblance to Murong Fa, an extraordinary conversation, and a graceful demeanor. On the other side is Hengyuan, who has just treated his injuries, and is sitting upright in a chair.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was named Murong Si, the eldest son of the Murong family. Sitting next to him was his mother, Gongsun Ying.

As soon as Murong Fa walked into the hall, he was tall and burly, and he attracted everyone's attention, pulling Yang Yong, who was a little restrained, Murong Fa pointed at the woman and said, "This beautiful woman is your aunt, and the one sitting next to her is your future eldest brother." As he spoke, he suddenly frowned and asked, 'Where's Cher?'

Murong Xue'er is Murong Si's younger sister, and Murong Si loves her very much.

Murong Si hurriedly replied, "My sister said that she had something to do tonight and would go home later. Murong said, "What is more important than greeting guests?" Murong Si showed an embarrassed expression on his face, and in a stiff atmosphere, Mrs. Murong's mind turned sharply, she looked at Yang Yong and asked, "......Who is this young man?"

After listening to his wife's words, Murong Fu realized that he was too emotional and forgot to take care of Yang Yong. "Well, this is my friend's child, named Yang Yong," 'It's Xiao Yong'' After Mrs. Murong saw the restrained Xiao Yang Yong, she wanted him to sit on the chair, so she walked behind Yang Yong and gently pressed Yang Yong with both hands. As soon as Yang Yong's shoulder was pressed, his whole body was weak, so he sat down naturally, and then put the chopsticks in Yang Yong's hand. Then everyone sat in their respective seats, talking and laughing, eating and chatting, and having a good time.

After dinner, Yang Yong sat outside his room door, found himself alone, couldn't help but feel lonely, looking at the full moon, he couldn't help but think of his parents whose life and death were uncertain, and his heart was very sad and sad.

The breeze blows, the East Lotus Mansion at night is silent, the fragrance of lotus flowers is heard in the distance, the breeze brings refreshment from time to time, under the illumination of the moonlight, the lotus flowers dance in the wind, and it seems to be swaying.

Yang Yong sat there motionless, the rolled leaves around him fell one after another, in this world, it seemed that he could only see that thin figure, lonely and immersed in sadness.