That night, Lu Sanchuan lay on the bed tossing and turning, wanting to escape from Yuan's house while it was dark, but after thinking about it, it was too rude not to say goodbye, besides, he was not very familiar with Yuan's house, and he didn't know which road led where.

Despite this, he still couldn't completely convince himself to sleep peacefully, so he looked at the darkness above his head, and considered how to open his mouth not only to not disappoint Yuan Qiming, but also to make himself retreat peacefully. Thinking about it, I was also tired, and my ears were filled with the rustle of the wind blowing the fallen leaves outside the window, and I gradually fell asleep.

Lu Sanchuan woke up three times in a daze, fell asleep again after a while, and opened his eyes for the fourth time, and the room was already bright. He sighed lightly, turned over and lay on his side, looking at the ebony table legs thoughtfully, but he didn't realize it, very helpless.

He had no choice but to sigh again, push himself up and go down to the ground, only to see three sets of robes hanging on the gantry. A set of peony blooming silk silver robe, a set of Luan Feng flying silk white robe, and a set of tiger descending green brocade clothes. The silver robe is rich, the white robe is noble, and the green robe is powerful. All three robes are well-made and luxurious.

Lu Sanchuan has never been interested in precious things, his eyes went back and forth between the three sets of robes several times, but after all, he didn't stretch out his hand, so he simply turned around and walked away, wanting to ask Yuan Qiming for one or two sets of simple and unpretentious ordinary clothes.

The door had barely opened a crack when a deafening cry came.

"See the young master!"

Lu Sanchuan was startled, and his hands that were grabbing the door trembled. As the wooden door gradually opened, the white light became more and more abundant, and everything outside the house became clearer.

The fifty-six guests up and down the Yuan Mansion lined up in two rows, knelt down at the door with a brush, and threw themselves to the ground in the landing of Sanchuan and Wuti.

Seeing this situation, Lu Sanchuan couldn't get off the bridge, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he watched for a while, hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the person on the right, and said hurriedly: "You don't have to do this big gift, you don't have to do this big gift!

Everyone shouted in unison: "Thank you for the grace of the young master!" The momentum was so loud that they were afraid that they would make a noise to the immortals who were nine days away.

Lu Sanchuan had never seen such a scene, looking at people who were taller and stronger than himself standing up one after another, his heart was beating wildly, and his face gradually turned red.

The one on the right is Luan Wei, seeing Lu Sanchuan's red face, he smiled, turned around and waved his hand to everyone, and shouted: "Okay, everyone go and get busy!"

Lu Sanchuan asked in a low voice, "Brother Luan, what does this mean?"

Luan Wei was stunned for a moment and asked, "How do you know my surname is Luan?"

Lu Sanchuan said: "When you were scolded by Uncle Yuan outside the door yesterday, I woke up, so I heard it. ”

Luan Wei couldn't help but feel embarrassed, laughed a few times, and said humbly: "Young master, I'm really sorry. I saw you gobbling up in rags that day, and I thought you were a little beggar from somewhere!"

Lu Sanchuan blushed even more, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Luan Wei realized that he had said the wrong thing, raised his hand and slapped himself, and said with hatred: "Hey! I dare to say that the young master is a beggar, damn it!"

Lu Sanchuan hurriedly reached out and grabbed Luan Wei's arm to stop him from continuing to fan himself.

Luan is strong in martial arts, bold by nature, deeply loved by Yuan Qiming, but the roughness is excessive and delicate enough, Yuan Qiming asked him to read more books in his spare time, so he set aside half an hour every day, sat quietly in the study and read the sage book, several years and months, the scholarly anger did not grow much, and the temperament was still rough, about "holding the sage book in his hand, gnawing on the shoulder meat".

Lu Sanchuan asked, "Brother Luan, why are so many people kneeling at the door today?"

Luan Wei said: "It's the master's order, so we will do it." As for what it means, you have to ask the master yourself. ”

Lu Sanchuan nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Luan." Where is Uncle Yuan now?"

Luan Wei said: "About in the ancestral hall." ”

Lu Sanchuan said: "Thank you, Brother Luan." Then he turned around to leave, and suddenly remembered that he didn't know where the ancestral hall was, so he had to turn around with a red face and ask, "Brother Luan, how to get to the ancestral hall?"

Luan Wei laughed a few times, raised his hand to the northwest, and said, "Just follow the corridor." ”

Lu Sanchuan hugged his fists and thanked him, hurriedly left with small steps, walked to the bottom of the corridor, turned around, and saw a small ancestral hall in the backyard.

In late autumn, the flowers withered and the grass and trees are sluggish, and only the chrysanthemums of various colors are still blooming. Lu Sanchuan glanced at the ancestral hall, and then at the chrysanthemum, and his heart was also sad, his pace gradually slowed down, and he stopped when he was still three zhang away from the ancestral hall. Although the ancestral hall of the Yuan family is small and simple, after all, Lu Sanchuan is a person with a foreign surname and is not allowed to enter.

Lu Sanchuan waited outside, thinking that it shouldn't take too long. He didn't know that Yuan Qiming was domineering outside, but there was an inextricable knot in his heart, that is, he killed the Yuan family. At this time, Yuan Qiming was kneeling in front of the spiritual seat, holding his head and crying.

Half an hour later, Yuan Qiming walked out of the ancestral hall, his eyes were red, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still there, seeing Lu Sanchuan waiting outside, he hurriedly raised his hand and touched his eyes, and greeted him with a smile, "Chuan'er, why are you here?"

In Lu Sanchuan's impression, Yuan Qiming was mostly a smiling face, occasionally with angry eyes, and laughed after a while, but at the moment, he saw that Yuan Qiming's eyes were red and swollen and sad, and he was puzzled, so he asked, "Uncle Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qiming's smile stopped suddenly, the corners of his mouth jumped, and then he pulled up again, and said weakly: "I remembered some of the past." ”

Lu Sanchuan understood, lowered his head guiltily, and said lightly: "Uncle Yuan, the festival is smooth." ”

Of course, Yuan Qiming mourned, but how could he change smoothly? If it weren't for the cynicism in his eyes that angered Liu Teng, Yuan's father and mother would still be alive, and the servants would also be living well. But now... He sighed, forcibly threw away the past, and smiled with Lu Sanchuan: "How did you find here?"

Lu Sanchuan told Yuan Qiming what he saw when he went out, Yuan Qiming laughed when he heard it, and was about to answer, but Lu Sanchuan sneezed. Yuan Qiming called out "ouch", took off his robe and put it on Lu Sanchuan, and said distressedly: "Why did you come out in your middle coat, it's such a cold day!"

Lu Sanchuan smiled embarrassedly and replied, "This is exactly what I want to ask Uncle Yuan." ”

Yuan Qiming said: "I think you should wake up, your stomach is empty, I asked my subordinates to prepare breakfast, let's go back to the house first, and talk while eating." ”

Lu Sanchuan answered and walked back side by side with Yuan Qiming. Along the way, whenever I met a servant or guest, I would bow to the two and bend down, and respectfully say hello. Yuan Qiming had no shelf, smiled and nodded with them, and then resumed talking with Lu Sanchuan. When the two returned to the bedroom, a plate of osmanthus cake, three plates of meat buns, a plate of beef and a pot of tea were already placed on the birch round table in the outhouse.

Lu Sanchuan said: "Uncle Yuan, I can't eat so much." ”

Yuan Qiming laughed and said, "It's not just you who eat, I want to eat too." ”

The two sat down together.

Lu Sanchuan gently pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and put it to his mouth and bit off a small half. The small half of the osmanthus cake fell into the mouth, and the sweetness immediately spread on the tongue. When the teeth have rolled over the osmanthus cake, the sweetness wrapped in the aroma of osmanthus spreads out.

Lu Sanchuan half-squinted his eyes and chewed, enjoying it very much.

Yuan Qiming reached out and grabbed a meat bun, half a mouthful, "Chuan'er, how can you find the ancestral hall?"

Lu Sanchuan swallowed the osmanthus cake, stretched out his tongue to lick the sugar stains stuck to his lips, and said to Yuan Qiming: "When I woke up and wanted to dress, I saw that the clothes hanging on the gantry were not gorgeous or beautiful. I didn't want to wear it, so I thought about asking you for a simple robe, but when I opened the door, I saw a crowd of people kneeling outside the door and kowtowing to me. ”

Yuan Qiming laughed twice, raised his eyebrows, and was very proud, "Chuan'er, how do you feel?"

Lu Sanchuan didn't understand the meaning of his words, "How?"

Yuan Qiming said: "With stunts, you can be proud of the world." Although I, Yuan Qiming, am not the first in the world, there are very few people in the rivers and lakes whose martial arts are higher than mine, so many capable people are willing to enter my door and respect me as the superior. Chuan'er, you are very talented, if you can study martial arts hard for decades, you will definitely achieve something, and when the time comes, I am afraid that Uncle Yuan will still rely on you for protection. ”

Lu Sanchuan avoided Yuan Qiming's gaze, and his chin that was chewing also stopped, his right arm gradually weakened, hanging on the table, "Uncle Yuan, I..."

Yuan Qiming naturally understood what he was going to say, sighed in frustration, and then pretended to be nothing, grabbed a meat bun and handed it to Lu Sanchuan, "Come, taste this meat bun." ”

Lu Sanchuan responded, put the remaining osmanthus cake lightly on the dish in front of him, took the meat bun with both hands and took a bite, the aroma of the meat suddenly overflowed, making people appetizing. He couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so fragrant!"

Yuan Qiming laughed a few times and said: "In Wuchang City, no one knows me Yuan Qiming, even the peddler who sells steamed buns wants to please me! But this steamed bun is really delicious, so I didn't refuse, and I have to buy four or five hundred meat buns in his shop every day." As he spoke, he looked at Lu Sanchuan.

Lu Sanchuan couldn't hear the meaning of his words, he just smiled slightly, but suddenly remembered what happened to Jiang Zhou, so he asked, "Uncle Yuan, are there two people named Sun Xia and Lu Ting in the Thousand Lines Gate?"

Yuan Qiming's eyebrows tightened, and he asked rhetorically, "Sun Xia Lu Ting?"

Lu Sanchuan said: "Exactly." I was in some trouble in Jiangzhou that day, and it was the two of them who rescued me. They claimed to be at your command, and went to fetch me at your command, but they abducted me into a secluded place and tried to kill me. ”

Yuan Qiming hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

Lu Sanchuan said: "The two of them have very low martial arts, but they can't hurt me." It's just that I have doubts in my heart, so I want to ask you. ”

Yuan Qiming's face was not good-looking, his eyebrows frowned lightly and looked at a plate of buns on the table and pondered, as if he had something on his mind, and after a while, he responded: "There are no such two people in the Qianxing Gate, they must be pretended by outsiders." ”

Lu Sanchuan nodded and said, "I think so too." He was about to open his mouth to eat steamed buns, but suddenly it occurred to him: Sun and Lu knew that Yuan Qiming had an old injury on his left shoulder! There must be something hidden in it.

Thinking of this, Lu Sanchuan also frowned.