Just remember

The Qishan faction arrived at Hang's house a little later, and the gate was much deserted compared to earlier, only a group of young people gathered under the old locust tree not far away, chatting and discussing in full swing, what's more Already put on the chessboard.

Young Master Fang's eyes lit up when he saw this group of people, and he immediately said to Fang Master: "Father, my son wants to go over there to say hello."

Fang Yu glanced at the group of "rabble", and his heart was like a mirror: "I'm afraid it will take a long time to greet you."

Fang Shulu smiled honestly and did not defend himself.

Fang Yu sighed, after much deliberation, he still couldn't help persuading his son earnestly: "Shulu, you are going to be the head of the sect in the future, and you should make friends with promising juniors from various sects. People who are not four or four, it is better to stay away from each other."

Fang Shulu didn't expect his father to say that, he was stunned and felt a little depressed, it felt like his extremely precious thing was being devalued to be worthless.But he has always been respectful and filial to Fang Yu, even though his heart is sad now, he still obediently replied: "My child will follow Daddy's teaching."

Fang Yu couldn't see his son's melancholy, but a person in the Jianghu, especially the leader of a faction, is doomed not to be able to do whatever he wants.He was able to help Fang Shulu to be the head of the family, but he couldn't protect his son forever. All he could do was pass on decades of experience, hoping that after his death, his son would have a stable life. On the basis of this stable foundation, he can still carry forward the Qishan faction, then he can really smile at Jiuquan.

Compared with these, the brief sadness and melancholy at this moment are really not worth mentioning.

"Good son." Having received a satisfactory answer, Fang Yu patted his son's shoulder reassuringly, and then calmly stepped into the gate of Hang Mansion.

The Young Master Fang continued to smile honestly, watching his father's back.

The head of the house, who was about to walk out of Erlidi, realized belatedly that his son was missing.Looking around, only the old butler of the Hangzhou Mansion who answered the door and led the way: "Where is my son?"

The old housekeeper's face was puzzled, but fortunately, his thoughts were still clear: "Young Master Fang went under the big locust tree. Didn't he mention it to you when he just entered the door..."

Fang Yu's eyes widened angrily: "Didn't I say don't continue to associate with those dubious people! Didn't you hear that too!"

The old butler didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's useless for me to hear it, the young master must hear it..."

Fang Yu still wanted to scold, but he hesitated. After all, he was getting old, and it was better to be on the safe side for things related to memory: "Did I remember wrong... He didn't say to follow the teachings?"

The old housekeeper can be decisive about this matter: "Young Master Fang said it."

Fang Yu's face was livid, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak smoothly: "Isn't this fucking just...isn't it..."

The old housekeeper also read books when he was young, and he carefully helped the head of the house to choose rhetoric: "Yang Fengyongyin violated? Conflict? Two-faced? Two-faced? Disobedient and unfilial? Fake..."

"Okay." Fang Yu's face was already darkened.

The old butler actually did it on purpose. Taking advantage of no one around, he got bolder and simply said a few more words: "Master Fang, don't blame me for being a talkative servant. In fact, you really don't have to worry. I just entered the door in a hurry. , you may not have noticed that under the big locust tree there are some idlers who are not in the world, but there are also many young people who are outstanding in the current Jianghu. The third son of the Qingmen, the young master of the Canglang Gang, Master Yuanzhen His direct disciples, which one is not a dragon and phoenix among people. In my opinion, Young Master Fang has made good friends with them, not only do you not have to worry, but you should be happy."

Fang Yu was stunned, the old housekeeper really hit the spot.Just now, he only glanced from a distance, and only saw Chun Jinran and Pei Xiaoyi, who were rushing to the Chongtian Peak, and when he looked away, he glanced at Hang Mingzhe. The rest of them really didn't see clearly, and they took it for granted They are all friends of these three people. If they knew that there were Qingfeng, Qiu Yang, and Dingchen, they would never easily say such unfair evaluations as "no three, no four".

However, as the old housekeeper of the Hangzhou Mansion, it is difficult to describe how he avoids his own third young master when he mentions positive models.

"Forget it," Fang Yu sighed, "The old butler is right, the world will belong to young people sooner or later, let them go."

Whether it's the head of the great faction or the head of the family, no matter how heroic you once were, if you were happy with your love and hatred, there will always be such a day.The hair turns gray, the ruthlessness becomes old, the martial arts is still the same martial arts, but you are no longer the boy you used to be.

The rise and fall of the rivers and lakes is like the ebb and flow of the tide, and generations of people in the rivers and lakes have come here.

Fang Shulu originally wanted to surprise the crowd, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked two steps towards the crowd, eight pairs of eyes under the big locust tree all looked over.As the representative of the landlord, the one who greets must be Hang Sanshao——

"What are you doing slowly, come here quickly!"

The Young Master Fang smiled, and Dian Dian'er ran over at a trot.

Coming to the front, Qingfeng came up with a punch: "Stinky boy, why did you come here!"

The third young master Qing who thinks and thinks a lot about everything is here on Fangshu Road, but he never sees outsiders. After all, he has known each other for many years and knows each other's temperament too well.

Sure enough, Fang Shulu rubbed his chest, and then showed a good-natured smile: "There are still some trivial things in the gang, so I'm late. What were you talking about just now?"

"What else can we talk about?" Qingfeng whistled, "It must be our young hero Chun who bravely rushed to the Chongtian Peak to save people, and Shaoxia Pei who made Canglang Dark Flower helpless with his own efforts."

Chun Jinran rolled his eyes, but his words were sincere: "Young Master Qing is too modest, without your life-saving help, how could we have escaped unscathed."

Qingfeng had expected that Chun Jinran would say this, and immediately pulled Qiu Yang over: "When it comes to sacrificing his life, Young Master Qiu deserves his name, and he did it impeccably."

Qiu Yang didn't have Chun Jinran's good temper, so he just kicked up to express his displeasure at being teased.

This time is definitely not in Qingfeng's calculations, and the "Ouch" sounded at the moment, it really hurts.

Qiu Yang was full of complacency and was happy.

The others didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they all followed suit.

Fang Shulu felt that the exhaustion of running all the way was stretched by the laughter and cursing. They were obviously friendly and took care of each other, but they couldn't say anything good. It was really neither noisy nor laughing nor lively.

"Pei Shaoxia, how is your recovery? Has the medicine man's poison been cleaned?" After laughing, Fang Shulu asked sincerely.

"It's okay. Solved." The first two words answer the first question, and the last two words answer the second question. There are no redundant words, and it seems cold, but people who have been in contact with Pei Xiaoyi can hear it. This is already very sincere and friendly.After a pause, he said again, "Thank you."

Thank you for your concern at this moment.

Thanks for your help at that time.

Fang Shulu understands and doesn't talk too much. After they have experienced Southwest and Chongtian Peak, if they are polite to each other, they will be hypocritical.Then he changed the subject without any trace: "Miraculous doctor Ding is really powerful, so why didn't he come?"

"The fourth brother sent a wedding invitation." It was Hang Mingzhe who answered, "It is said that a villager near Xiaozhu was infected with the epidemic, and Miracle Doctor Ding couldn't leave."

"Healer's parents' heart." Qingfeng rarely said a serious expression, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a new face from the corner of his eye, and immediately changed into a polite but enthusiastic smile, "Why did the landlord come so late!"

Qi Wanguan, who had been standing beside Chun Jinran for almost half an hour, expressed his refusal to answer this question with silence.

Chun Jinran didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh: "Brother Qingfeng, the landlord has been chatting with us for a long time."

Qingfeng was really astonished, and looked at the other young heroes seriously: "Really?"

Pei Shaoxia shrugged: "I don't know."

Young Master Qiu frowned: "It's fake."

Bailang was a little embarrassed: "I really didn't notice."

Hang Sanshao turned his head away: "cough."

Young Master Fang looked innocent: "I just came."

Dingchen lowered his eyes: "Amitabha."

Qi Wanguan looked at this group of life-and-death friends, and only four words rolled in his heart: "Human face and animal heart!"

The only Chun Shaoxia who was still human from the inside out took him over and gently comforted him: "Don't be like this, look at Guo Pan and Ge Shiqi, they haven't even been thought of."

Without contrast, there is no warmth.

The landlord Qi was instantly relieved, and he cared about the two partners in a good mood: "Yes, why didn't they come?"

Eight pairs of eyes looked at Hang Sanshao again.

This time Hang Sanshao didn't blame him: "Ghost knows where they went, and the wedding invitation couldn't be delivered at all."

It is understandable that Ge Shiqi's whereabouts are uncertain, and Guo Pan seems to have no news recently, and the partners look at each other in blank dismay, full of suspicion.

Chun Jinran was the only one who knew some inside information, but after all, it was Guo Pan's private matter, and it was related to the court, so it was inconvenient for him to say more, so he pretended to be as confused as everyone else.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big deal, and after we chatted, they broke up.

The next nine people went to find the fourth young master of the Hang family in a mighty way. They called it the last reunion, but in fact they were just joking about the groom-to-be.Dingchen was the only one who didn't move or speak, but his little master didn't leave, just quietly watching this group of mortals.

The next day came the day of great joy.

The bride went to Xuanmiao faction to pick her up early, and when the auspicious time came, she happened to enter the mansion.

Lin Qiaoxing's face cannot be seen through the hijab, but from the beautiful and exquisite scarf, one can also imagine the beauty of the bride.

Others don't know how Chunjin is, but he did watch Lin Qiaoxing and Hang Mingjun get together all the way. It can be traced back to the first time they met in Xiahou Villa. At that time, Hang Mingjun still had Jin Liyun in his heart, and Lin Qiaoxing was still in unrequited love. Fortunately, In the end, the two hearts bonded and finally got married.

Under the dining table, someone's hand was suddenly held.

Chun Jinran looked at Pei Xiaoyi suspiciously.

The man didn't say a word, he just looked at him and held his hand even tighter.

Chun Jinran suddenly understood.

Between the two of them, there can't be such ostentatious festivities, the only thing that exists is the quiet time.But it's okay, that's enough for now.

Push hard, back grip.

Young Master Qing, who was in line with them at the table next to them, sighed heavily, raised his neck, and took the lead in toasting.

The newcomer is still worshiping, and the banquet has not yet started, Qing Changqing quickly reprimanded his unruly son: "Quickly put it down, what are you doing!"

Qingfeng put back the wine glass obediently, then raised his head, and asked seriously: "Father, should you also tell me about my wife?"

The head of Qing, who thought that the third son would be like a butterfly in this life and never settle down, was stunned for a while when he heard the words, and then burst into tears.

The newcomer was sent into the bridal chamber amid the wailing of Master Qing, the guests were quite emotional, Master Qing is really a man of temperament, he is more excited than the real Gao Tang when someone else marries a disciple to marry a daughter-in-law.

The wedding banquet kicked off amid such excitement, and within a short while, the room was full of laughter and laughter, and toasting and interlacing.

Chun Jinran is not interested in these things on the scene, and the things he wants to talk about have already been finished with his partners during the day, so at this moment, he sips his wine while looking around.

Looking at it, he saw a familiar face——Jing Wanchuan.

It stands to reason that in such a large family as the Hang family, it is not impossible for the son to marry Mr. Wanchuan, who is harder to find than the killer in the Anhualou, and who can't be invited by others.But what surprised Chun Jinran was that Jing Wanchuan was sitting at the second table.

In such an occasion, the table is based on the relationship between the distant and the close. Obviously, Jing Wanchuan is the guest of honor of the Hang family.

At that table there were many people whose status was much higher than Jing Wanchuan's, but on the big day, the guests did as they wanted, and no one cared about these little things, so everyone had a good chat, and occasionally someone asked Jing Wanchuan for information. Travel anecdotes.

But Chun Jinran felt that something was wrong.

This has always existed in his heart, sometimes it is a sentence, sometimes it is a thing, sometimes it is a flash, sometimes it is a feeling, they seem to be related, but they are too fragmented, and now, there are many fragments in the fragments. A Jing Wanchuan.

"Brother Jinran, what are you looking at, so engrossed?"

The sudden ridicule interrupted Chun Jinran's thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, Hang Mingzhe had arrived at this table at some point.The cup is full in one hand and the pot in the other, obviously coming for a toast.

Chun Jinran raised his glass quickly and stood up, and Hang Mingzhe filled it for him smoothly.

Chun Jinran was a little embarrassed, and said sincerely: "It's your family's happy event, I should respect you."

Hang Mingzhe had a laugh: "I'm happy today, it doesn't matter who respects everyone, come!"

Porcelain cups collide.

Crisp and crisp.

Chun Jinran drank it all in one gulp.

At this time, Hang Mingzhe was different from the daytime, probably because of the wine, he was a little less playful and a little more unrestrained. Both were frivolous, but the former was mild and the latter was sharp.

Seeing that Hang Mingzhe was about to pour a second cup, Chun Jinran blocked the cup with his hand.

Hang Mingzhe was half a minute late, and poured the wine on the back of Chun Jinran's hand. Fortunately, he stopped in time and there was not much waste.

"What?" Mingming was slightly drunk, but Hang Mingzhe's eyes were too clear.

Suddenly, Chun Jinran asked, "Does the murderer who killed Miss Hang have a clue?"

The laughter of the guests was full of laughter.

Lin Dechun sincerely thought that this question was even more inappropriate.

Hang Mingzhe was not annoyed, not only was he not annoyed, but there was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth.

a long time.

He didn't say yes or no, he just said: "Recently, it seems that I don't dream of Yueyao very often."