Wind over Yongning

Feng Nongying listened to Le Yongning's rambling words, and he wasn't bored at all. He wanted to hear, he wanted to hear Le Yongning keep talking, he wanted to keep walking on this road, he hoped that this road would never end...

But no matter how far the road is, it will come to an end. It didn't take long before we reached Qionghua Courtyard. Le Yongning stood at the door and didn't enter. He handed the lamp in his hand to Hongjuan who was beside Feng Nongying, smiling Said: "You go in, my yard is next door, it doesn't matter if there is no light, you go in quickly."

Feng Nongying looked slightly sideways at the distance between the two courtyard gates, shook his head and said, "We're only a few steps away from the courtyard, and there's a light inside to see the way clearly, but it's true that you gave me the light." The black light is blind."

"You two girls are timid. It's better to have a lamp to illuminate it. I'm a big man, what are you afraid of." He said and put the lamp in Hongjuan's hand: "Take it, you have a good rest, I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, before Feng Nongying refused to answer, he immediately turned around and ran to Qingfengyuan next door.

Hongjuan held the lamp and watched Le Yongning run away, she couldn't help laughing, and said to Feng Nongying: "Look, this little idiot... Cough! This person is really funny..."

"Okay, let's go." Seeing Le Yongning's figure disappear, Feng Nongying also turned around and entered the yard...

After finishing the banquet, Mrs. Le returned to the main courtyard with Leader Le. Today, she was surprised and happy all day long. Although she was happy that her youngest son had someone he liked, he was also tired. His mood was already ups and downs like today Years have never passed.

The old couple didn't have any affectionate words to say, both of them were tired, and after cleaning up, they lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

As for the leader Le, who was lying on the outside, when he suddenly heard the place name Mosang City today, his heart was far less calm than the expression on his face, but this place has both joy and sorrow for him, and it is something he does not want to mention in this life land……

Between half asleep and half awake, Le Junhao once again remembered what happened when he was young.

At this time, he drifted back to the past like an outsider. When he was young, he was hunting wolves with his friends in the wilderness outside Mosang City. When he was resting halfway, several people sat around on a high hill.

Seeing his young self waving the long sword, he smiled vigorously and said, "I will establish my own sect when I go back this time, and I will make a name for myself in the future."

"That's a good idea." The friend, who was dressed in exquisite silk and satin with a foot of gold, waved the jade fan that won't be exchanged for ten thousand gold, and said in agreement: "Brother Le wants to establish a school, but I can't help you. I would like to give you 30 taels of silver." , talk about your feelings."

"What I want is your words!" Le Junhao laughed and stretched out his hand to pat the man's shoulder and said: "When I had this idea, I wanted to eat you, a big family. But I don't want you for nothing , I have a life to live but I have a drive, I dare not refuse to follow..."

"That's what I earned." That friend showed a smile, patted the jade fan and said, "30 taels, it's very cost-effective to find a top expert in the world for my Xuanming sect to protect me."

The flamboyant woman in a red dress at the side tugged some of her sleeves and frowned in distaste: "Feng Wuya, can you stop making money from your mouth, it's vulgar!"

After speaking, he looked at Le Junhao and asked, "Brother Le, what name do you plan to name your sect?" After asking, the flamboyant woman in red squinted at her friend Feng Wuya again, and said with disgust again: " But please don’t call it a teaching or gang, it’s so tacky, it feels like a gang of mobs.”

A flattering smile appeared on the face of his friend Feng Wuya, he stepped forward and put his arms around the shoulders of the woman in red, and said with a smile, "I'm vulgar, it's fine. My wife is just as good as she is..."

The woman in red showed helplessness on her face. Although she let out a cold snort, the smile on her face was extraordinarily bright. She threw off Feng Wuya's arm, walked to the young Mrs. Le, and squinted at them: "Shaoer , let's ignore these two stinky men."

Mrs. Le smiled softly, and began to think about it: "It is really necessary to think of a name for the sect. If it is named like Jusha Gang and Shocking Crocodile Gang, it sounds like a crooked sect, but I don't agree."

The woman in red immediately burst out laughing when she heard the words, and she looked at Le Junhao curiously with sparkling eyes, hoping to tell a joke like the Jusha gang from him, which will be useful in the future to make fun of.

Le Junhao looked at the sword in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Yujian Villa, what do you think?"

"I rely on the sword in my hand to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes." Then, the sharp blade came out of its sheath, and the edge of the blade gleamed coldly under the scorching sun: "The sword in my hand is the sword of resoluteness, the sword of justice, and the sword of indomitable progress!"

The woman in red didn't say any more disappointing words at the moment, but thought about it seriously, then turned her head to look at Mrs. Le who was at the side, and asked, "Where is your Yujian Villa built?" the name.

Mrs. Le and Le Junhao had already discussed it earlier, and they looked at each other and replied: "The original old house will be demolished and rebuilt. There is a large area of ​​wasteland around the old house, and building a villa is enough."

A few of them thought about it and felt that this method is feasible. Hangzhou is a good place for outstanding individuals. The Emperor of Kyoto is at the foot of the emperor, but the Jianghu sect is nothing more than a white body, and they can't avoid the government's forces. No matter how big the Jianghu forces are, how dare they compete with the imperial court's thousands of troops.And Hangzhou is the land of their ancestral home, where they are used to living. It would be great if Yujian Villa is built there.

Thus, a well-known villa in the world was settled during the chat between the four of them.

Seeing that the matter had been negotiated, the red-clothed woman was unwilling to be lonely again and acted as a demon again. She raised her chin and said disdainfully: "You stinky men, you only think about swords and swords, and you don't understand our daughter's thoughts at all. , if I build a villa, it will be called Baihua Villa, and our girls will be as beautiful as flowers."

Feng Wuya smiled and stepped forward, took the woman in red's hand, and said softly: "Okay, we will build a Baihua Villa in Zhaoyang in the future, my Zhaoyang must be the most beautiful flower in Baihua Villa! .”

"I don't believe you are a big liar!" A blush appeared on Zhaoyang's stubborn face, but he finally softened: "I'm just joking, the Xuanming Sect is very good, and I have never really disliked it in my heart."

The smile on Feng Wuya's face was still gentle: "I know..."

Feng Wuya's voice became ethereal, the dream gradually dissipated like mist, and the faces of those who appeared clearly in front of them became blurred again.

Le Junhao, who was about to fall into a deep sleep, suddenly woke up with his eyes wide open, and sat up suddenly.He didn't know how he remembered the events of the year so clearly, he propped his head on his hands and panted heavily.

Startled by Le Junhao's movements, Mrs. Le also sat up, and wanted to sternly scold a few words about what a monster would go out if she didn't want to sleep, why bother people's dreams, but before she could say anything, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Le Junhao's face. The clothes were soaked in sweat, and the irritability of being woken up suddenly disappeared, replaced by a feeling of worry, Mrs. Le asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Le Junhao opened his mouth, and after a while he made a sound, and said in a low voice: "Shaoer, I dreamed of Wuya and Zhaoyang."

"This is a good thing!" Mrs. Le was stunned for a moment, and immediately stretched out her hand to caress Junhao's back, and comforted him softly: "The ghost of an old friend is here to comfort us living people."

Le Junhao smiled wryly, and slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly asked: "Do you still remember that we discussed the establishment of Yujian Villa on the hill outside Mosang City?"

Mrs. Le nodded. Brother Feng and Zhaoyang were kind to their husband and wife. They were willing to give real money to support their friends after a few chats. They were the only ones in the world.But these things were buried in the depths of memory after his friend left. Seeing Le Junhao mentioning it at this moment, Mrs. Le asked with some concern: "Why are you asking about the past again?"

Le Junhao didn't answer; Mrs. Le's words, but continued to ask: "Zhaoyang joked back then, do you remember?"

"What?" Mrs. Le was stunned. It wasn't that she had forgotten her friend, but that Zhaoyang was very lively. She made too many jokes. Mrs. Le didn't know which sentence Le Junhao was asking.

Le Junhao didn't seem to care about Mrs. Le's answer, but continued to ask: "Did Zhaoyang joke that if she built a villa, she would call it Baihua Villa, so she wouldn't take the sword? name."

When Mrs. Le heard the words, she suddenly seemed to have some impressions, but the time had passed too long, and a joke was just heard and passed away. It was not a big deal, and she would not deliberately remember it. How could she remember it clearly.

Just hearing the name of Baihua Villa, Madam Le was stunned suddenly, she stared at Le Junhao with wide eyes, and whispered in surprise: "The woman Ning'er brought back..."

Before Mrs. Le finished speaking, Le Junhao nodded, and he said with a wry smile: "From Mosang City, from Baihua Villa, everyone comes from a dignified and honorable background, named Feng'er..."

There are many surnames in the world, but the surname Feng is rarely famous, not to mention the family of the gentry, even in the world, it has never been heard of.

Although there is no evidence that this girl named Feng'er is the heir of an old man, Mrs. Le and Le Junhao are not Le Yongning. They are older and have a lot of experience. When they met in the daytime, they saw Feng Nongying at first sight. The clothes and rings and pendants are all priceless, and all the clothes on the body are the appearance of nobles, such a bearing and nobility cannot be cultivated in ordinary families of officials and officials.

"It must be, he must be the descendant of Brother Feng and Zhaoyang." Mrs. Le clenched her fists excitedly, and said happily: "I didn't expect Brother Feng and Zhaoyang to have descendants!"