On the shore of Beiluo Lake.

The carriage was slowly walking, the breeze blew, blowing the reeds by the lake, and the small trees swayed.

Nie Changqing rolled up his horse whip, jumped out of the carriage, came to the side of the carriage, put down the door panel, and Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and slowly slid down.

Ning Zhaosu put her hands on the handle, and the wind on the lake blew, waving her gauze skirt.

Yi Yue held an umbrella and looked at the lakeside, looking at her with some anticipation.

The young master's power "Bai Yujing", Ning Zhao and Yiyue said, but Yiyue had never seen it yet, and today, we can go to the island to watch it.

Ni Yu was carrying a chessboard on her back, with a hint of horror on her face. Looking at the rippling lake surface, she was almost crying.

And... I have to take a boat again?!

Nie Shuang was held hands by Nie Changqing and looked at the lake well.

Lu Fan's white shirt, red lips and white teeth, and the hanging silk on his forehead fluttered slightly, which made him look a bit elegant.

Looking at the fishing boats busy on the pier, I raised my eyebrows slightly.

"The fishing boats in Beiluo Lake do not need to be banned, but... all the messy flower boats and the like have been expelled."

Lu Fandao.

His palm rested on his hand guard and looked at the misty lake covered by hazy mist.

"Old Nie, give you the task of guarding the island in the middle of the lake. I am not a disciple of Bai Yujing. If I disagree, no one is allowed to go to the island. Those who go to the island will be killed without any hesitation."

Lu Fan said lightly.

"Here."

Nie Changqing's vicissitudes of face were full of seriousness, and he said.

His hand was already on the pig-killing knife around his waist, and his momentum was slowly condensed.

"Where is the old man the day before yesterday?"

Lu Fan said in a slow tone.

“Maybe fishing in the lake.”

Nie Changqing thought about it and answered.

"We still need that fishing boat when we go to the lake to the island." Lu Fan smiled.

"Young Master, I have specially prepared a boat for you to go to the island and leave the island."

Ning Zhao leaned down gently, lowered his hair, and opened his red lips.

Um?

Lu Fan was stunned.

Then, he waved his hand.

"No, I don't want it, I want that old man's fishing boat."

What Lu Fan said was a bit willful.

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment.

The boat she prepared was big and comfortable, much higher than that of the small fishing boat.

The young master's unique taste, prefers small fishing boats?

"Who sent someone to the lake to look for it?" Ning Zhao said.

If her own young master is willful, she can only accompany her willful.

"No need, come here."

However, Lu Fan leaned on his wheelchair, put his face on his curled five fingers and chuckled.

Ning Zhao was stunned, raised his head, lifted up his hair in front of his forehead and rolled it behind his ears, and looked into the lake in the distance.

A lonely boat swayed from the misty lake surface full of thick fog.

On the lonely boat, there was an old man wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat holding a boat pole.

The fishing boat leans on the pier.

"Young Master, will you get on the boat?"

The old man raised his hat under his wrinkled cheeks, grinning with a slit front teeth, and smiled enthusiastically.

"Then I'll thank you for your husband."

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, looking at the old man.

Nie Changqing's eyes were deep, staring at the old man, frowned, as if thinking about something.

A group of people uploaded that Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair and was placed in the center of the ship.

As soon as Ni Yu got on the boat, she found a familiar location and was ready for seasickness.

Nie Shuang was a little curious and looked around on the fishing boat.

Ningzhao and Yiyue stood on both sides of Lu Fan respectively.

Nie Changqing put his hand on the pig-killing knife, sat at the stern of the boat, staring at the old man who was carrying the boat pole.

Crash.

The boat pole exerted force on the bluestone of the dock and swung out, drawing ripples.

The boat sailed a mile or two from the pier. The lake was rippling, and there were fat and tender bass rising in the water, spitting water foam, and with a rumbling sound, leaving a dizzy water and rushing to the distance.

On the fishing boat, there was a fish basket full of fat bass, which was whipping their tails from time to time, making a swaying sound.

"This fish is pretty fat."

Lu Fan squinted his eyes, blew the fresh breeze on the lake, and listened to the struggle of the bass in the fish basket, and said softly.

The old man with a front teeth lost his front teeth held the boat pole and grinned.

"Now, the summer is just in the summer, and the fish are not fat. When it is late autumn and early winter, the fish are only fat at that time. The kitchen knife put three knives on the front and back of the fish body, sprinkle rice wine, sprinkle ginger slices and small mushrooms, and steam them in a steamer. The fish meat is tender but not greasy, which is so delicious."

The old man held the boat pole and said with a smile.

This steamed bass was described by Ni Yu, who was lying on the edge of the boat and "sniffing" her, and she raised her energy a little.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and smiled.

"If the young master wants fish, the old man will get up early tomorrow and catch some fish for the young master?"

The old man asked.

On the wheelchair, Lu Fan waved the lake wind and waved his hand: "You don't need to fish..."

"Hey, then forget it." The old man grinned.

"No need to fish. If you are fishing, can the old man help?"

The sound of Lu Fan chuckling lingers on the lake.

The words fell.

The fishing boat suddenly fell into tranquility.

Ning Zhao was slightly stunned after hearing Lu Fan's words. Then, he subconsciously glanced at the old man, and his eyes showed a look of vigilance. She seemed to have heard some other meaning from Lu Fan's words.

Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife had been pulled out, and he was gently wiping it with cloth with his eyes. The friction sound made people feel creepy and cold.

On the fishing boat, the old man squinted his eyes, and his smile froze under the hat.

"Young master, I won't do murderous things, the old man is a good person!"

The old man suddenly threw down the boat pole and knelt on the fishing boat, snotting and tears.

"Young Master, I like the good people the most."

Lu Fan looked at the old man with a smile.

Then, let out a breath.

"Actually, I'm very curious, why don't you leave? Curiosity can kill cats, and... it can kill people. What are you curious about?"

Lu Fan said, his tone gradually becoming plain and cold.

bass!

Ning Zhao's face was as cold as frost. She slapped her hand on the wheelchair handle. The cicada wing sword popped out and was held in her hand.

Nie Changqing at the stern of the boat also slowly stood up, and the sword technique was ready.

The solemn and murderous aura spreads.

The old man kneeling on the fishing boat was still trembling, his face covered with tears.

"Young master, what are you saying? The old man doesn't understand!"

The old man's voice was hoarse.
To be continued...