Zhuo Yifan, who was quick to whip up, soon left Liangcheng. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seriously, he had never left Liangcheng alone for more than ten years, and he felt particularly new when he thought of this.

When he recalled the scene of his escape, he was even more ecstatic, and the images of last night kept coming back to his mind at this time......

Time goes by slowly, and it is inevitable that people will disperse at the end of the song.

No matter how grand the pomp and circumstance are, no matter how high the climax is, what is left in the end can only be loneliness.

The people in front of the stairs of the hall had already quietly dispersed with the night, leaving only a few lonely subordinates, cleaning up the scraps on the table.

In the faint light, it was impossible to see any of their faces, only the sound of the collision as they cleaned up their utensils.

Tinkling, crisp to the ear.

Jingle, crisp and harsh.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, and the summer insects were still whispering, and the sky was surrounded by a dark curtain.

The lamps in front of the stairs of the hall emitted a faint light, not as bright as before, as if the lamp oil was about to burn out, just a spark before the long night.

The oil runs out, the lamp is dry, and the will of heaven is difficult to disobey, all this seems to herald the beginning of a new reincarnation.

This kind of atmosphere is very bad, and it always makes people feel like a big disaster is coming.

Everything is fine in front of him, but at best it is only a final dying struggle.

Through the vermilion doors and windows, on a large brocade bed, Zhuo Yifan lay on the brocade, breathing one after another, and he still said some drunken words in his mouth from time to time.

"Come on, come on, drink quickly, no one is allowed to leave today, we don't want to get drunk and don't return." ”

And above the brocade bed hung a gauze tent, which changed shape between his fingers as he tugged at it.

"Master, is it okay for Fan'er to drink so much wine?" The woman standing by the brocade bed said worriedly while wiping Zhuo Yifan's face with a wet towel.

"It's okay, Fan'er is still very young, this little wine is nothing, it's okay to sleep well, Madam doesn't have to worry. Zhuo Song said to Mu Xuan.

When the woman heard this, she didn't say anything, but wiped Zhuo Yifan's face with a towel again, and then was repeatedly persuaded by Zhuo Song to leave the room with him.

In this way, Zhuo Yifan, who was lying on the bed, judged from the sound of his steps getting smaller and smaller that his parents had left at this time. He suddenly opened his eyes, didn't even wear shoes, ran out of bed barefoot, and slowly approached the door and window.

He peeked through the crack in the door, and only saw some black night outside, and a few scattered lanterns in the corridor, swaying from side to side on the eaves of the corridor with the night breeze.

Zhuo Yifan's face leaning on the door showed a hint of joy at this time, then shook his head and raised his hands, and walked proudly towards the closet next to the bed.

It's a masterpiece that was conceived before drinking!

Of course, it is also inseparable from Wu An's "guidance".

Zhuo Yifan had already thought of a lot of ways to escape this marriage before the dinner party, but it didn't work very well, so he didn't have a good idea.

However, his father was going to hold a dinner party this time, and Wu An's words woke up the dreamer, which suddenly gave him a great opportunity. Only through this dinner party, pretending to get drunk and giving others such an illusion, can he take the opportunity to escape.

"Wu An, this kid, is sometimes quite smart", Zhuo Yifan shook his head.

The chance of successful escape with this method is relatively large, so Zhuo Yifan still acted very hard at the dinner. Everyone and others have been deceived, and even their mother, Mu Xuan, who is as careful as a hair, has not seen it.

Zhuo Yifan can be said to be complacent at this time, and he has a sense of accomplishment. It's no wonder that he is used to responding to requests, and he has lived until now, and he has not done a proud thing on his own, and the little trick in front of him has succeeded, and it is easy to understand that he is arrogant.

It can be seen that brocade clothes and jade food are not necessarily all good things, and there will always be something pale and weak.

No, when the guests are gone, and the night is late, the good time will come. The father would never have thought of this at this time, he would have thought that his son was drunk, and he was still in a drunken dream at this time, so he would run away in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan seemed to be able to imagine his father's angry beard jumping high because of this incident.

Zhuo Yifan, who was packing up his clothes, couldn't help but let out a "squeak" laugh.

After rummaging through the cabinets several times, Zhuo Yifan packed a large bag of clothes.

There were so many things that really overwhelmed him. Because this bag of clothes is not light, his weak body is quite difficult to pick up, looking at the full bag, Zhuo Yifan suddenly became anxious.

How to bring so much! This is an escape, how to escape with so much, and it is estimated that it will be discovered before it escapes to the gate.

But if you don't bring so much, you can't let them send what to wear outside. Since they are fleeing, it is even more impossible for them to know, so how can they be allowed to send it again! What can be done?

Zhuo Yifan was like an ant on a hot pot at this time, looking at the bag of clothes in front of him, wandering left and right in the room, making it difficult.

Time passed little by little, and it was not far off before daylight.

Zhuo Yifan is still helplessly trying to find a way, if others see him like this, they will definitely think that he is a little clumsy. In fact, it is not, it is because as the young master of Zhuo Jian Villa, he has no worries about food and clothing, and he doesn't have to think about many things, naturally some people think about him, and some people worry about him.

At this time, it was different, Zhuo Yifan had lived in this place for more than ten years, and rarely stayed away from home. Not to mention leaving home, even leaving this city, it is very rare, just leaving once, it is still the matter of going to Xuantie Villa with his father to propose marriage.

Now it's the first time that I'm going to wander by myself, and I'm naturally a little helpless to make up my mind alone.

However, even if he has a flexible brain, after several racking of his brains, Zhuo Yifan still thought of a good way.

He thought that his cousin Zhuo Yi often went out, but he never saw him carry a large bag. Zhuo Yi is a sword every time, a small burden, and he looks very chic, like a chivalrous man. Later, I learned that it was actually because he brought more money.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan smiled "hehe", and only brought one or two pieces of clothes in the baggage, and threw the rest on the brocade bed.

Then he took out the wooden box next to his pillow and stuffed it into his bag, walked to the table, left a letter on it, gently opened the door, and walked out to the starlight and moonlight.

The dawn was still so quiet, and there was not much sound in Zhuo Jian Villa, except that sometimes a few night watchmen would pass through the courtyard, and the rest of the time it would be silent.

Such a lonely and lonely manor does not have the bustle of the day, making it impossible for people to touch its real existence. Seeing these two very different sides will always leave people with endless doubts and lamentations.

Zhuo Yifan obviously didn't like this kind of life, so he ran away from home without worry. It's just that he doesn't know what kind of impact his departure will have on Zhuo Jian Villa.

Is it a bad luck, a disaster, a blessing, a good omen?

Nobody knows.

It's just that for now he has to leave, of course, it's just his own definition of "having to".

Restrain yourself from what you really have, no matter how beautiful it looks, don't do it.

Everyone talks about rivers and lakes, but everyone's mouth will be different. Zhuo Yifan has no concept of this so-called rivers and lakes in his mind, and he can be said to be incomprehensible. However, it was this incomprehensible curiosity that brought this young man more temptation and understanding, so much so that he was inspired to be a hero of Bo Yuntian.

The light increased again and again, and the rising morning light sprinkled on the endless ancient road, and everything on the road was covered with layers of golden yellow, reflecting on people's cheeks, and it also had a unique style.

Zhuo Yifan was dressed in white clothes and drove a sturdy horse from the narrow ancient road to the endless distance.

No one knows him, no one pays attention to him, only his heroic spirit is very attractive. This is a rare temperament in others, perhaps because he has just stepped into the rivers and lakes, and he has not yet touched half of the breath of the rivers and lakes.

However, how can people not be stabbed when they are drifting in the rivers and lakes?

And voila!