Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Ning Zhao was a little helpless, pursed her red lips and stopped admonishing Lu Fan.

Young Master's good-tempered attitude means that someone is going to be unlucky.

However, she also became vigilant. After experiencing Han Lianxiao's incident, Ning Zhao adjusted her mentality.

Unless she died, she would not let anyone hurt the young master.

Although, she couldn't see how strong the young master was.

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

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

The fishing boats are for fishing. Beiluo Lake is rich in big and fat spotted perch. If the color is good, one can be sold for a high price of two taels of silver. It is the favorite table delicacy of the nobles.

At night, a festooned boat sails from Zuichen Pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake, and the shore of Beiluo Lake will turn into a bustling place, full of lights and romantic events.

During the day, the flower boats are moored by the island in the middle of the lake.

Ning Zhao found a fishing boat. The boatman was an old man wearing a bamboo hat with a silly smile on his face but his front teeth were leaking.

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

When everyone boarded the boat, the old boatman grabbed the slender boat pole and plunged it into the lake with a bang. With a clever effort, the fishing boat swung across the ripples and sailed out.

The sound of horseshoes burst.

When Lu Fan's boat floated far away from the lake.

On the shore, Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan rode their horses, pulled the reins, stopped the horses, and watched from the shore.

"Does he really dare to go?"

Liu Ye looked at the boat drifting away and said in surprise.

"A maidservant of a master of one ring, and a driver of a master of six rings, this is confidence."

Chen Beixun's beautiful beard fluttered in the wind, and he glanced at Liu Ye.

He turned his head, looked at the fishing boat that gradually became hazy in the smog on the lake, and stroked his beard lightly.

"However, scholars are romantic, and some Confucian scholars who have achieved fame but have no ambitions can only create some romantic affairs through the Zuichen Pavilion to spread their reputation. If they move the Zuichen Pavilion, they will provoke a whole body of coquettish, even Lu Changkong You have to think about it."

"He, Lu Fan, is also a scholar who has read a lot of Confucianism. If he is criticized by Confucian scholars in Beiluo, he will lose all hope, lose his mind, and even be depressed."

"Then, if someone accidentally falls into the lake and drowns, even if Lu Changkong returns...it won't matter."

Chen Beixun held the whip, and the corners of his mouth, covered by his beautiful beard, curled up as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom.

The eyes of Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan also brightened.

To be able to become the sons of a family, they are naturally not dead.

"Brother Bei Xun, this move is cruel enough."

"This morning, Lu Changkong left the city to enter the capital. If Lu Fan fell into the public eye, he would be completely devastated, but his two master followers are more difficult to deal with."

"However, Confucian students of my generation all have awe-inspiring righteousness. Confucianism is awe-inspiring, and even a master has no fear."

"Besides, the Confucian scholars present are all well-known, and many of them respect the state teacher. If Lu Pingan allows his master's followers to kill, it will be tantamount to offending the Great Zhou state teacher, and it will be difficult to end."

Zhu Yishan laughed.

"A scholar's mouth is the most vicious." Liu Ye also echoed.

Chen Beixun stroked his beard and got off his horse.

Looking at the smoky lake, he said lightly:

"Lu Ping'an's master is not in the way. My Sword Sect... also has a master behind me. Lu Changkong thought that my Sword Sect would not dare to make a big move, but he was wrong. The situation is different. Today, he stepped on Lu Ping'an's body to let Lu Changkong know ..."

"My Sword Sect will officially debut."

finished talking.

The three of them found a small boat, made ripples, and chased after Lu Fan's small fishing boat.

Naturally, they didn't want to miss this excitement on Beiluo Lake.

...

The old man punted his boat and plunged into the water surface, startling the fish swimming in the water.

As the fishing boat crosses, the breeze with cool water vapor blows.

Blowing on Lu Fan's drooping temples, she flew gracefully.

Ni Yu was lying on the side of the boat with the chessboard on her back, clutching her chest, with snot and tears.

The food from the previous night was about to be spit out.

She... seasick.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao rested their palms on the handles of their weapons and stood on either side of Lu Fan.

Their eyes were stern, scanning the hazy lake of smoke.

With their guru's keen sense of smell, they vaguely smelled a dangerous atmosphere. The surface of the lake...seemed to be calm, but in fact it was not.

The old man also seemed to feel something was wrong, and the movement of pushing the boat pole slowed down.

"Old man, keep rowing..."

"The silver will be doubled for you."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, and gently played with the black chess piece with the other, said calmly.

There was a little struggle on the old man's wrinkled face.

Finally, he showed a smile with a missing front tooth.

"You kid, really."

The old man punted again, and even sang a song to embolden him, singing an authentic folk song of Beiluo.

The singing lingers on the lake, which is quite unique.

Lu Fan glanced at the old man who was singing at the top of his voice, and lightly tapped his thumb on the chess piece held between his index finger and middle finger.

The island in the heart of Beiluo Lake is actually not that big.

The entire island is in the shape of a disc with a diameter of about ten miles.

Peach trees from the peninsula have been picked and planted on the small island. It is the season of peach blossoms, pink blooms, and colorful flowers.

Apart from a "Drunk Dust Pavilion" on the island, there are no other buildings.

While the fishing boat was swaying, Lu Fan and the others could clearly see the island in the middle of the lake surrounded by mist.

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

It is really a building that has been corrupted to the extreme.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

His physical strength has increased to 1 point, and his eyesight has improved a lot. He can vaguely see that every floor of Zuichen Pavilion is full of beautiful singing prostitutes. Wearing handkerchiefs, some with exquisite makeup, and some with round paper fans half covering their faces, they looked at the swaying fishing boat where Lu Fan was on, pushing and shoving, and smiling.

Nie Zhangqing looked as usual.

Ning Zhao frowned and scolded softly, "It's not proper!"

Ni Yu: "Ugh..."

Still getting seasick...

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

The expression on his face gradually became serious.

Look up and look forward.

In the hazy smoke, shaking...

One flower boat after another broke through the smoke and sailed out.

There are more than 20 boats in a row, and almost all the flower boats in Zuichen Pavilion have been used.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The old boatman tied the pole in panic, stopping the boat from moving forward.

In the smoke, flower boats that were taller, more gorgeous, and more extravagant than the dilapidated fishing boats sailed out one after another.

On the boat, there stood one after another elegant scholars in long gowns, jade crowns, and hairpins. They were either filled with righteous indignation, or had cold eyebrows, or looked at Lu Fan and the others on the fishing boat with expressionless faces. .

"Young Master Lu...Brother Liu and Brother Zhu said that Young Master Lu wanted to occupy the Drunken Chen Pavilion for his own selfishness and disband the girls in the pavilion. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Lu Ping'an, scholars of my generation, we always pay attention to justice in people's hearts. Why is Zuichen Pavilion guilty? You want to destroy it just because your legs are ill and you can't do romantic things?"

"There is righteousness in the world, and justice is in people's hearts. Even prostitutes are still human beings. They represent a profession accepted by the general public... As a profession, they have dignity. You, Lu Pingan, want to make these girls displaced and destroy their lives. Life is evil!"

"I'll wait, never agree!"

On the flower boat, the Confucian scholars stand on the bow with their hands behind their backs, facing the gentle lake wind, outline a firm body, and their words are sonorous and loud.

It's like thunder on the ground, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

Twenty or thirty flower boats, more than a hundred Confucian scholars.

They looked at each other coldly.

...

Behind Lu Fan's fishing boat, a few miles away, there was a fishing boat hanging in the distance.

Chen Beixun, Liu Ye, and Zhu Yishan stood on the deck of the boat, looking out expectantly.

Hundreds of Confucian scholars looked at Young Master Lu coldly.

They planned this scene overnight and imagined it many times, but actually seeing it still made their blood boil.

It seems that all the anger I received in the Lu Mansion in the morning has been recovered.

Chen Beixun stroked his beard lightly and squinted his eyes, as if everything was under his control.

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

"Even if they know that all this is instigated by our family behind the scenes, they are willing to plunge into it."

Chen Beixun smiled lightly.

He is very happy with all this.

He likes the feeling of solving opponents without bloodshed.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan were also laughing.

The overall situation in Beiluo City may have been out of their family's control.

But... Lu Fan dared to reach out to the aristocratic family's property, so it's no wonder that Lu Fan took off a layer of skin!

They were very curious about how the disabled Young Master Lu would respond.

...

On the fishing boat, looking at this spectacular scene.

Lu Fan smiled.

Nie Changqing rested his callused hand on the butcher's knife.

His pig-killing knife can kill pigs as well as kill people, especially people who are unreasonable.

Ning Zhao turned pale from anger.

Those who are unreasonable are scholars, and those who make unreasonable words are also scholars...

The young master just told her yesterday that after the Drunk Chen Pavilion is disbanded, every girl must be settled properly.

She wanted to open her mouth to refute.

However, in the face of hundreds of mouths full of scholars, Ning Zhao felt that the words were stuck in his throat and it was difficult to speak.

Lu Fan patted Ning Zhao's waist.

Lu Fan caressed Ning Zhao lightly, smiled like a flower, and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

"The son you know has a good temper with people."

After that, he turned his head to look at the Confucian scholars on the flower boat, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"But... for idiots, that's not necessarily the case."

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