Chapter 218 Return of Triumph

The relationship between people seems to be destined by heaven. Some people appreciate each other for the first time they meet and become confidants. Some people dislike each other when they see each other at first, and even peeing makes people feel that their arc is not perfect.

Xiao Fan and Zhu Di belong to the latter, and they are destined to be enemies, and even Tathagata Buddha cannot resolve this hatred.

Zhu Di said that the horoscope was not in line with each other, but Xiao Fan deeply agreed.

Recalling the first time I met Zhu Di, I have been fighting and defending one after another, each with a win or lose. He and Zhu Di are born enemies, the kind that never ends.

If you don’t talk too much, don’t talk too much. Bites with enemies is a typical waste of life. Xiao Fan and Zhu Di are both very busy.

Xiao Fan bowed his goodbye, and Zhu Di watched with a smile.

Step by step, Xiao Fan suddenly felt a cold on his back. Zhu Di's eyes shuddered a little. The gloomy gaze with strong murderous intent could be deeply felt without looking at it.

Xiao Fan braved his cold sweat and walked down the city tower with a trembling warning.

A thought suddenly flashed in my mind. The Tartars were destroyed and there was no war in the northern border. What should Zhu Di do next?

The worries have been eliminated, and the next step is of course to seize the time to hoard grain and train troops and prepare for rebellion. Before the rebellion, if you have the opportunity to remove Zhu Yunwen's right-hand man, it would be great. The timing is so good, but one of Zhu Yunwen's right-hand man, the imperial envoy Xiao Fan, happened to be on the territory of his Beiping Prefecture. If Zhu Di was a butcher,... Xiao Fan's pig was the size and length of the length.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan was startled with a cold sweat.

A crisis suddenly appears in peace and big things are not good. You have to go back to the capital quickly. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

The annihilation of more than 40,000 Tartars was one of the rare great victories since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and of course, the celebration banquet must not be missed.

The banquet was set up in the city tower of Shanhaiguan. After counting the results that night, the military officials wrote a report of the victory. After Zhu Di ordered people to send them to the capital for 600 miles, the grand celebration banquet began.

On the Shanhaiguan city tower, Zhu Di had a banquet for King Ning, Xiao Fan and the Yan army soldiers who made contributions in this battle. At the banquet, Zhu Di was very enthusiastic and proud, and praised Xiao Fan who made the first contribution and the Yan army general who fought bravely. Everyone was happy and the atmosphere of the banquet was warm and bustling several times.

During the meal, only Xiao Fan smiled and said nothing, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, like an old monk sitting in a dry Zen in a downtown city, his heart as if it was still water, and the ancient well was not wafty.

Faced with the noise, Xiao Fan was only thinking about one thing in his mind. What time should he choose to say goodbye to Zhu Di? Or, just leave without saying goodbye to avoid arousing his murderous intention...

No matter what, we must return to Peking Mansion first.

After the banquet, early the next morning, Zhu Di led tens of thousands of Yan troops to leave Shanhaiguan and embarked on his return to Peiping Prefecture.

Xiao Fan led three thousand soldiers to walk slowly behind the Yan army, and turned against his arrogant attitude when he entered the grassland. After receiving Xiao Fan's instructions, the three thousand soldiers lowered their eyebrows and looked calm, as honest as their little wife.

In this way, the army finally returned to Peiping Prefecture after more than half a month.

After entering the city, Xiao Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the bustling people on the streets of Beiping. They smiled peacefully and worked happily.

After smelling the smell of war on the battlefield, the dull noise at this moment was so satisfying and comfortable.

He never realized that peace was so precious.

Jietai Temple, the imperial envoy.

He ordered Cao Yi to take three thousand soldiers to camp outside the city. Xiao Fan led several personal guards to walk into the inner courtyard excitedly and shouted: "Master, Master, Lord Fang, and who else... I'm back!"

The yard was quiet and no one answered.

Xiao Fan's excited smile was a little stiff.

"A scholar led the army to kill the enemy and made great achievements for our Ming Dynasty. Such a powerful figure has come back. How many people are you going to react! Where are you?"

Xiao Fan was a little unhappy, and the expected welcome was welcomed. There was no singular praises at all. There was no figure in the yard. The imperial envoy was as quiet as a ghost house, with a gush of wind.

"Did King Yan kill Master Fang and Lord Fang while I was not in Peiping? They... were all dead?" A trace of ominous premonition flashed through Xiao Fan's heart.

"Ah! You're dead! What nonsense do you say in the yellow mouth? Did you mess with you? You actually curse me like this?"

Xiao Fan turned around in shock, but saw Fang Xiaoru wearing a gray Confucian robe holding the book in his hand, glaring at him with an unkind look under the stone table of a big locust tree in the corner of the yard.

"Mr. Fang! I miss you so much..." Xiao Fan greeted him with a look of surprise.

Fang Xiaoru threw down the book heavily, walked forward, pointed at a guard beside Xiao Fan and cursed: "What's so great about killing the enemy? So what about scholars? Scholars are much better than martial artists. Scholars are the duty of killing enemies. Do you need to scream so much? Don't forget that you are the commander of the Jinyiwei..."

"Master Fang...Master Fang! I'm here!" Xiao Fan said helplessly.

"Hmm? Where is the person? You can't show up quickly!" Fang Xiaoru looked around with her confused big myopic eyes.

Xiao Fan had no choice but to push Fang Xiaoru's finger to his chest and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Fang, you scolded the wrong person... How small am I?"

Fang Xiaoru snorted: "I just scolded him to make you feel ashamed!"

"I feel ashamed..."

"Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't be discouraged when you lose. This is the gentleman's demeanor! Look at you who wins a battle with a proud look. I really don't like to pay attention to you! The military newspaper from the Jinyiwei from the front has already been seen. Didn't I just burn a few tents and rob a few cattle and sheep? This is also called victory?..."

Xiao Fan opened his eyes wide and shouted in surprise: "Slow down! Wait a minute!"

"how?"

"Mr. Fang, fame and fortune are like clouds. I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune. But... we have to explain it clearly. What does it mean to burn a few tents and steal a few cattle and sheep? Is this too slandering me?"

Fang Xiaoru snorted: "Isn't it?"

Xiao Fan said seriously: "I repeat it again, fame and fortune are like clouds! It's not that I compete for me to praise me, but in fact, I have done a lot of things in addition to burning tents and robbing cattle and sheep..."

Fang Xiaoru raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

"For example... I even knocked the Tartars' slap..." Xiao Fan's handsome face looked a little embarrassed.

Fang Xiaoru stomped his feet and said, "You...you are a minister of the court, but you are engaged in such a thief as a thief. What is the court's moral integrity? Where is your personal face? So, young people nowadays are just impetuous..."

"Face is like a cloud to me..."

The two argued for a few words, but suddenly stopped talking.

A thin figure walked past the two of them. He was wearing a dirty gray Taoist robe, with messy hair and a sloppy face. His tiny eyes were empty and unsteady, as if he was floating past them, and he ignored Xiao Fan, who had not seen for a long time, in front of him.

Xiao Fan shouted in surprise: "Master, I'm back, apprentice, master!"

Taixu's eyes were straight, and he muttered something in his mouth, turning a deaf ear to Xiao Fan's call. He passed by the two of them and still floated forward, his expression very ethereal and empty...

Xiao Fan's eyes also went straight and he murmured, "Master... It seems like he's been hollowed out. How many women did he mess with last night?"

Zhang Sanfeng appeared next to Xiao Fan at some time. He stroked his long white beard and laughed: "My junior brother has not been in the wind for a long time. He has been cleared up and locked in the room every day to concentrate on refining elixirs. He said that he has a clue about the Yuhua Immortal Pill. I am very happy and very much looking forward to it..."

Xiao Fan immediately felt awe-inspiring. Although it was a bit unreliable, his attitude was correct and positive, and he should give full encouragement.

"Master, how about you, Master? Why don't you?" Xiao Fan asked curiously.

Zhang Sanfeng said leisurely: "Why should I practice? When he practices, I can also benefit from it..."

Xiao Fan admired and said, "You dare to eat the pills that Master has refined, but you are not as brave as you are..."

"How can I do it? I always have to see him eat it first. If he is not poisoned to death, but has become an immortal, then I will eat it with me and become an immortal together..."

"What if the master was poisoned to death?"

"Then I will not be with you anymore. Amitabha Buddha, as the saying goes, "My fellow Taoist will not die..."

Xiao Fan: “…………”

What kind of sect am I joining? It's worse than the underworld. At least the underworld is still talking about the word "loyalty". These two are better, and even the superficial form is saved...

Walking into the inner courtyard, a graceful woman came forward with surprise and deep longing in her beautiful eyes. She greeted Xiao Fan in a gentle voice: "I congratulate Lord Xiao on his victory and his return after a triumphant return..."

"Haha, Miss Hongqiao is so polite..." Xiao Fan said happily. Finally, he met a person who reacted normally. Although this woman was not that simple, she was much better than the three outside.

Zhang Hongqiao was wearing a plain skirt, his hair was tied into a cloud bun, and the two strands on the bun were swaying as he moved, which was quite attractive.

She looked up quietly, bit her lower lip with her teeth, but with a little resentment in her joy, she drooped her lips slightly, and said softly: "My lord has called the wrong person, I don't call her Hongqiao..."

"You changed your name again?" Xiao Fan was stunned.

"Hmph! I was originally called Hongqiao just now, but when the lord came back, he shouted loudly about his master, uncle, and Lord Fang. In the end, I became 'that who' in the mouth of the lord, so I will call 'that who' from now on... Thank you for your name."

Xiao Fan was embarrassed and scratched his head and smiled, "I can't tell that you are pretty sharp. Didn't I mention it casually..."

Zhang Hongqiao sighed quietly: "It seems that there is no place for me in my heart. I am delusional..."

"How can I do it? Miss Hongqiao is thinking too much. I always remember your..."

Zhang Hongqiao suddenly raised his head, looked directly at Xiao Fan bravely, and said, "If you remember me, why can't you even call my name? Or, you have so many doubts about me and have always been wary of you, so you are close to me and dare not take a step forward?"

Seeing Zhang Hongqiao's rare strong attitude, Xiao Fan could not speak out.

She was not wrong, just because she was the woman given to her by Zhu Di. Xiao Fan was deeply cautious about her, so he never dared to get too close to her. He was afraid that he would feel affection for her, which might harm his life and even ruin Zhu Yunwen's plan to reduce the vassals. Xiao Fan has always been a very rational person. He is so beautiful, but he is not lustful enough to be desperate. For those women who have different purposes, he can only harden his heart and keep a distance from her.

There are so many examples of losing their lives or even losing their power in history because of women. Bao Si, Daji, and Xi Shi, which of them is not fascinating the whole country? Which one does not destroy a man's spirit and fighting spirit?

Xiao Fan didn't want to be such a man. He knew very well what his mission was, and the mission was definitely not on a woman's belly.

"Mr. Xiao, why don't you speak?" Zhang Hongqiao today was a little aggressive, and a light resentment, thin sorrow, and... a strong affection appeared in his beautiful eyes as clear as water.

Xiao Fan was silent for a while, suddenly raised his head, pointed to the sky and said in surprise: "Ah! The Supreme Laojun is running naked!"

Zhang Hongqiao turned around in shock. When she turned her head again, Xiao Fan had disappeared.

Beits bit her lower lip hard, Zhang Hongqiao's pretty face turned a little flushed, she stomped her feet heavily and said angrily: "This... this seemingly gentle bastard!"

Who is more fragrant when you are in the wind? Drunk and pat your lanterns with affection. Don’t let go of the red candle flowers when you return home, and wait for the horse’s hooves to clear the moon at night.

Under the red candle, the lights sway, vegetarian dishes and wine, "Green Xiaoshuo.com".

The night was already deep, but the wing room in the wing was full of charm and ambiguousness.

Zhang Hongqiao rolled up his sleeves and held a pot to fill Xiao Fan with a glass of wine. His flower-like smile became more rosy and charming under the candlelight.
To be continued...