All along, the people that Yang Fan had met were very smart. Some people only needed him to say half of a sentence and they would naturally understand the second half. For people like Ning Ke, who was almost demon-like in terms of intelligence, he didn't even need to speak to know what Yang Fan was thinking.
Yang Fan had never met someone as childish and stubborn as Xue Huaiyi. So much so that he tried his best to talk to Xue Huaiyi, but in the end, he didn't know how to communicate with Xue Huaiyi. He racked his brains but still couldn't think of a way to communicate with Xue Huaiyi so that Xue Huaiyi could understand how dangerous his current situation was.
Xue Huaiyi saw that Ning Que was trembling all over. He didn't know that Ning Que was angered by his blockhead and couldn't help but want to beat him up. Xue Huaiyi thought that Ning Que was worried about him, so he comforted Ning Que, "Alright! I know that you are thinking this way, and you are also worried about me. Don't worry, although what you said is disgraceful to others, in my eyes, it's nothing. Since it came out of your mouth and entered my ears, it won't be heard by a third person! "
Yang Fan slowly raised his head and looked speechless. He really didn't know how to explain to this stubborn bull.
When Yang Fan left the White Horse Temple, he wanted to cry but had no tears!
He was defeated by Xue Huaiyi's stupidity!
Xue Huaiyi firmly believed that he was Wu Jiong's man. How could a woman who had slept with him for more than ten years kill her man for two houses? Even if she fell in love with someone else, it was impossible for her to hurt him. She helped him cover up the fact that Ming Hall and Heaven were burned down, and still gave him the important task of rebuilding Ming Hall and Heaven. This was enough to prove this point.
"Seventeen, you're here!"
Yang Fan was walking out dejectedly when Hong One, Hong Six, and a group of people came in from outside. Each of them reeked of alcohol and came back from somewhere.
As soon as he saw Yang Fan's expression, Hong Liu waved his hand to let his fellow disciples leave, leaving only Hong Yi and him, the two closest to Yang Fan. He carefully asked, "Seventeen, what's wrong?"
Yang Fan smiled bitterly when he saw them. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He hesitated for a moment before speaking out his worries. However, he couldn't use such a sharp questioning this time. He could only say those words to Xue Huaiyi.
When Hong One and Hong Six heard this, their expressions immediately tensed up.
Yang Fan said, "Maybe … I'm wrong. After all, this is just my wild guess, but …"
Hong Liu said with a sullen face, "I think Seventeen is right. Eldest Senior Brother, what do you think?"
Hong One nodded forcefully, "I think so too. If Seventeen is worried, then there must be a problem!"
Yang Fan was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that no matter how much he tried to present the facts and reason, Xue Huaiyi still couldn't change his mind. He only expressed his worries without any analysis or explanation, but these two fellow disciples actually believed him without a doubt. It seemed that there were still smart people. Yang Fan couldn't help but regain some confidence in his eloquence.
Unexpectedly, Hong One continued, "Who is Brother Seventeen? To put it blasphemously, our group of martial brothers is a bunch of hooligans, including Master. The one who really made a name for herself is Seventeen. Look at Seventeen's achievements in the military, the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Personnel. I've always admired Seventeen. If Seventeen says this, then it must be true! "
Yang Fan was stunned. He didn't expect Hong One to believe him so much. It wasn't because his analysis was reasonable, but … blind worship?
Hong Liu thought deeply, "I also think it's an honor to hear from Master. Now that Seventeen said this, I think it's true. She can even steal the property that her husband left for her son. She can even kill her own son and grandson without batting an eyelid. Why would she care about Master?"
Yang Fan calmed himself down. He didn't care why these two believed him so much. It was good enough that they believed him.
Yang Fan hurriedly said, "Eldest Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother, Master Xue has always trusted you two the most. Please persuade Master Xue. It's not too late to escape. I believe … if Master Xue escapes, the Emperor won't kill him. Also, you two … better prepare for the worst. "
Hong One and Hong Liu had indeed reached the level of Yang Fan's diehard fans. They worshiped his words as if they were gods. The two nodded forcefully, "Don't worry. We'll go back and persuade Master immediately. Our brothers will also advise them to pack up and hide in the countryside. We'll see how things go before we decide. Otherwise, they'll be wiped out."
Yang Fan nodded. He hesitated for a moment and added in a low voice, "If Master Xue still doesn't listen, I think … you two … should also plan early. If I'm not wrong, the Emperor won't tolerate it for too long. Once the fire in the palace dies down, he'll immediately … "
Hong One and Hong Liu looked at each other. Hong One said to Yang Fan, "Seventeen, don't worry! You have a family and a business. You're willing to take such a big risk for Master. Master and us brothers haven't been friends for nothing. Don't worry about us. Don't come here for a while. You don't want to be implicated. We're all single. You have a wife and a son. You have to think about your family. "
Yang Fan understood what the two meant. He said in surprise, "Eldest Brother, you two …"
Hong Liu was still smiling. He said, "Seventeen, you're very capable, but we're not. We're just ruffians in the alleys. If it weren't for Master, we wouldn't be able to eat and drink well. We would've been beaten to death and become corpses in the sewers long ago. If Master is willing to leave, we'll go with him. If he doesn't, then our cheap lives are worthless. We'll just have to compensate him! "
Yang Fan looked at him in surprise. Hong Liu didn't think he said anything heroic. Hong One nodded with a matter-of-fact expression.
They weren't good people, but loathsome ruffians in the streets. They bullied the good, ate free meals, and took advantage of young ladies and young wives. They were detestable and had no moral integrity to speak of. However, in their eyes, loyalty was ten thousand times more valuable than their cheap lives!
Yang Fan had already been beaten black and blue by Xue Huaiyi's stupidity. However, the stupid words of these two equally stupid people had inadvertently touched his heartstrings. He silently stared at the two for a long time. He lightly patted Hong Liu's shoulder and said with a serious expression, "Many righteous people are like dogs! Good! Good! Good! "
Yang Fan turned around and strode out of the White Horse Temple. At this moment, he had already decided that no matter what, he would save Xue Huaiyi's life. Although he was domineering and stupid, although both the rich and the poor hated him, although he lived like a clown, he was still his friend!
…
Young Master Jiang didn't have any friends.
He was high and mighty. He didn't even care about the Emperor.
He was a clean freak. The most beautiful woman in the world was dirty in his eyes.
However, he would rather have a friend now. Even if it was just a dog meat friend, he could chat with him and drink with him.
He would rather have a woman now, even if it was just a prostitute with a bit of pearl lips. She could add fragrance to her red sleeves, pour wine with her soft hands, and let him get drunk.
He sat alone in that ridiculously clean room. From morning to night, he had been sitting there for a whole day. His posture hadn't changed.
Except for his thoughts, it seemed that everything about him had died.
Yuan Tingyun had walked back and forth outside the room more than ten times. He still didn't have the courage to open the door. No one dared to disturb him. No one dared to comfort him. No one dared to ask him if he wanted to eat something. No one even dared to express their concern for him. Because this was what he always asked of others.
Perhaps, there was only one person who wasn't afraid of him. It was a baby girl, named by him: Abandoned Slave!
Abandoned Slave giggled when she was happy and cried when she was unhappy. She was the only person who ignored his existence and didn't care whether he was in a good or bad mood.
Worried that she would disturb him, the wet nurse had already carried the baby to the easternmost room. He couldn't hear the baby's laughter or crying anymore. This made Young Master Jiang feel a little regretful.
Right now, he wanted to hear any sound. At the very least, it would mean that he was still alive. The absolute silence had caused even the slightest sound to prickle his eardrums.
He was defeated. He was utterly defeated.
But he didn't want to accept it. How could he accept it?
From the beginning to the end, the lucky Yang Fan did not have the slightest bit of credit. He had relied on his good luck to pick up the victory of this duel for free!
Who would have thought that Xue Huaiyi, that bastard, would be so jealous that he dared to burn down 'Heaven' and 'Ming Tang'? "
Who would have thought that the Emperor would vent his anger on that idiotic old nun of Kawauchi?
The imperial censors, who sailed with the wind, were like a group of dogs raised by the Emperor. If their master didn't like someone, they would immediately rush out and bark!
Thus, the old nun of Kawauchi fell, the barbarian Molei fell, Taoist Shifang fell …
That mad dog Lai Junchen happened to be in charge of this matter. He held the Weaving Sutra in his hand and copied down all the people who relied on the three swindlers to make a fortune.
In order to get a working capital as soon as possible, he staked everything on one throw. He invested the last of his manpower, material, and financial resources on the three swindlers. Now, they were all taken away by Lai Junchen along with the three swindlers, leaving him with nothing.
He had lost. He had lost before the battle had even begun. But how could Yang Fan have played any part in this?
Yang Fan didn't even make a move. He won because of luck.
He didn't know why he lost. He didn't lose to Yang Fan, he lost to fate, he lost to luck, he really couldn't accept it!
He couldn't accept it even if he died!
But what else could he do? Without the help of his family, he could no longer accomplish anything in Luoyang.
Young Master Jiang sat in a daze. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. He laughed for a long time, followed by tears. Silent tears.
Of course, the doors and windows were still tightly shut. No one could see his tears. In front of others, he was always a high and mighty immortal-like figure. No one would ever see such a weak side of him.
His loyal subordinates, who were guarding outside worriedly, heard the young master's laughter but didn't notice his tears.
Of course, they also didn't notice that Grand Secretary Xiang's mansion had been secretly monitored. As one of the 'Eight Elders of Luo Shui', how could Yang Fan let go of the monitoring of Grand Secretary Xiang's mansion?
…
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
