Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Ning Zhao was helpless. After squeezing her red lips, she did not persuade Lu Fan.

A good-tempered attitude of the young man means that someone is unlucky.

However, she was also vigilant. After experiencing Han Lianxiao, Ning Zhao adjusted her mind.

Unless she is dead, she won't let anyone hurt her son.

Although, how strong the son is, she can't see through.

However, as the guardian maidservant of the son, the son's life is her heaven.

On the bank of Beiluo Lake, there is a pier where three or two fishing boats are moored.

The fishing boat is for fishing, and the large and fat piebald perch in Beiluo Lake, if the condition is good, one can sell two or two silver for a high price, which is the favorite table food of the family and family.

At night, colorful flower boats sailing from the Zuichen Pavilion on the heart of the lake will be turned into a lively place by the Beiluo Lake.

During the day, the flower boat is moored on the edge of the lake.

Ning Zhao found a fishing boat, and the boatman was an old man with a grinning face and a leaky front tooth.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and was carried onto a small fishing boat by Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing.

When the crowd got on the boat, the old man of the house grabbed the slender boat, and plunged into the lake with a clever use, and the fishing boat swayed the ripples and drove out.

The sound of a horseshoe burst.

When Lufan's boat floated out of the lake Xuyuan.

On the shore, Chen Beixun, Liu Ye, and Zhu Yishan came to the horse, pulled the reins, stopped the horses, and looked on the shore.

"How dare he go?"

Liu Ye looked at the floating boat and wondered.

"A maidservant maid, and a maid master driver, this is the confidence."

Chen Beixun's beard flew in the wind and glanced at Liu Ye.

He turned around and looked at the gradually hazy fishing boat in the smog of the lake, nudging Meiran.

"However, the scholars are pretentious, and some Confucian scholars who are not well-known for their achievements can only spread their fame through the drunken pavilion, and move the drunken pavilion to provoke anger, even if it is Lu Changkong. Think about one or two."

"He Lu Fan is also a scholar who is full of Confucian scholars. If he is pointed out by the Northern Luo Rusheng, he is afraid that he will lose his mind and lose his mind, and he will even be depressed."

"Then, I accidentally fell into the lake and drowned, even if Lu Changkong returned...it's nothing."

Chen Beixun held the horsewhip, and the corner of his mouth covered by Mei Beard curled up with the arc of wisdom beads holding.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's eyes are also bright.

Being able to become a family and a son, they are naturally not wine bags.

"Brother Xun, this trick is ruthless."

"This morning, Lu Changkong left the city and entered Beijing. If Lu Fan fell into the wrong direction, he was afraid that he would be desperate, but his two masters were not easy to deal with."

"However, my generation of Confucian scholars all have awe-inspiring integrity and Confucianism, and even the master is not afraid."

"Furthermore, the Confucian students present all have merits and demerits, and many of them respect the master of the country. If Lu Ping allows his master to follow the killing of the master, it will be equivalent to offending the master of the Zhou Dynasty, which is difficult to end.

Zhu Yishan laughed.

"The reader's mouth is the most vicious." Liu Ye echoed the sentence.

Chen Beixun nudged Mei Mei, turned and dismounted.

Looking over the hazy lake, he said:

"The master of Lu Ping'an doesn't hinder me, my sword faction... There are also masters, Lu Changkong thought that my sword faction didn't dare to do anything, but he was wrong, the situation was different, today, he stepped on the landing of the dead body, let Lu Changkong know ..."

"My sword faction will officially debut."

Finished.

The three found a small boat, rippling waves, and chased down the small fishing boat.

They naturally do not want to miss the excitement on Beiluo Lake.

...

Old man propped up the boat and plunged into the water, startling the fish swimming underwater.

As the fishing boat crossed, a breeze with cool water vapor blew.

Blow Lu Fan's temples, flying elegantly.

Carrying a chessboard, Ni Yu was lying on the side of the boat, covering his chest, and snotting and tearing.

The overnight meal was spit out.

She... seasick.

Both Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao's palms rested on the arms and stood on either side of Lu Fan.

Their eyes were severe, glancing at the hazy lake of smoke.

With their keen sense of smell, they vaguely smelled a dangerous breath. The lake... seemed calm, but not calm.

Old Man seemed to feel something wrong too, and the boat's movements slowed down.

"Old man, continue to draw..."

"Silver doubles for you."

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, holding his chin in one hand, and holding a black pawn in the other hand, playing gently, said lightly.

The old man's wrinkled face appeared a little struggling.

Finally, there was a smile with missing front teeth.

"Your baby, really."

Old Man once again supported the boat, and even sang a song to sing a bold folk song.

Singing songs linger on the lake, quite different.

Lu Fan glanced at the old man with his throat singing, his thumb lightly on the chess piece sandwiched between the index finger and the middle finger.

The heart island of Beiluohu Lake is actually not big.

The whole island is in the shape of a disc, and its diameter is about ten miles.

The peach blossom trees on the peninsula have been planted on the island. It is the season of peach blossoms, pink blooms and clusters of flowers.

There is no other building on the island except for a "Zuichen Pavilion".

When the fishing boat wobbled, Lu Fan and others saw the misty lake island.

There is a six-story tower vaguely on the island, Zhu walls, cornices, glazed tiles... On each floor, there are red lanterns hanging, and a red gauze that exudes a charming atmosphere is flying in the wind.

It was really a building that had eroded to the extreme.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

His physical strength increased to 1 point, and his eyesight improved a lot. He could vaguely see that every floor of Zuichen Pavilion was full of Yingyan Yanyan's red face Geisha. In Xiupa, some painted delicate makeup, and some round paper fans half-covered, looking at the fishing boat where Lu Fan was coming, pushing and shoving, Yingyingyanyan smile.

Nie Changqing looked as usual.

Ning Zhao frowned and scolded: "Nothing!"

Ni Yu: "Vag..."

Continue seasickness...

Lu Fan put the black chess pieces back into the chess box, crossed his index fingers on the thin wool blanket.

The look on his face became serious.

Look up and look forward.

In the hazy smoke, shaking...

Flower boats one after another broke through the smoke and sailed out.

Densely packed, there are more than 20 consecutive ships, and almost all the flower boats of Zuichen Pavilion are used.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The boatman, Old Man, panicked the boat in a panic and stopped the boat.

In the smoke, one after another is taller, more gorgeous, and extravagant flower boat than the old fishing boat.

On the boat, there are standing scholars wearing gowns, jade crowns and hairpins, and they are either filled with indignation, or their brows are cold, or they look blankly at Lufan and others on the fishing boat. .

"Master Lu... Brother Liu and Zhu said that for the sake of oneself, Lu Shao should take the Drunken Pavilion as his own, and dissolve the girls in the pavilion, but what's the matter?"

"Lu Ping'an, my generation of scholars, pay attention to a fair mind in the people's minds, what is the sin of the drunken pavilion, because you are sick with your legs, it is difficult to do things like wind and moon, you have to destroy them?"

"There is righteousness in the world, justice is in the hearts of people, even prostitutes are humans. They represent a profession accepted by the general public... Both a profession and dignity, you Lu Ping's move, let these girls be displaced and destroy their Life is evil!"

"Wait, never promise!"

Above the flower boat, the Confucian scholars took their hands to stand on the bow of the boat, facing the slow lake wind, sketching a firm body, clanging, and slamming the ground.

It was like a thunder on the ground, and a gull heron.

Twenty to thirty flower boats, more than 100 Confucian students.

They frowned.

...

Behind the Lufan fishing boat, a few miles away, there was a fishing boat swaying from the microwave with a microwave.

Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan stood on the ship board, looking forward to the view.

Hundreds of Confucian scholars were coldly opposed to Master Lu.

This scene they have laid out overnight, imagined many times, but when they really saw it, they still made their blood boil.

In the morning, all the feelings in Lufu were recovered.

Chen Beixun nudged his beard and squinted, as if everything was holding Zhizhu.

"Although these Confucian scholars have merits, many of them are depressed people. They need a platform to let the world know their reputation. For Confucians, the most important thing is reputation."

"Even if they knew that all this was instigated by our family behind the scenes, they would be willing to plunge into it."

Chen Beixun chuckled.

He was very satisfied with all this.

He likes the feeling of solving his opponents without fighting.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan are also laughing.

The overall situation in Beiluo City may have been out of the control of their families.

But... Lu Fan dared to extend his hand to the family's industry, which is no wonder, let Lu Fan peel off!

They were curious about how the retired young master Lu would respond.

...

On the fishing boat, looking at this spectacular scene.

Lu Fan smiled.

Nie Changqing's callused hands rested on the pig-killing knife.

His pig-killing knife can kill pigs and kill people, especially killing unreasonable people.

Ning Zhao's face was pale with anger.

Quite unreasonable is a scholar, the strong words are also scholars...

The son only told her yesterday that after dissolving the Zuichen Pavilion, every girl must be placed.

She wanted to refute her mouth.

However, in the face of the hundreds of mouths of the reading population, Ning Zhao felt that his words were like guts in his throat, making it difficult to speak.

Lu Fan patted Ning Zhao's waist.

Lu Fan lightly touched Ning Zhao and smiled like a flower, saying: "Not angry, not angry."

"The son you know has a good temper."

Afterwards, he turned to look at the Confucian scholars on the flower boat, the smile on his face faded gradually.

"But...it's not necessary to be a fool."

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