Chapter Eighteen: Floating Flowers, Waves, and Brocade Clothes
When he received the so-called "letter from home", Xi Shaoyuan did not smile as comfortably as expected, which made Cheng Xiaobai a little puzzled. His friend who always had a lazy smile once said that he and his father had very little contact.
When we meet, a letter from him would be worth ten thousand dollars. Why does Xi Shaoyuan, who looks forward to the affection between father and son, have a trace of loneliness in his eyes after reading the letter?
"What are you looking at?" Sensing the probing gaze, Xi Shaoyuan showed his usual smile, "It's just some trivial matters in the world, and it has nothing to do with you or me."
Cheng Xiao curled his lips and rolled his eyes: "Since it has nothing to do with it, why are you frowning so hard? Isn't it possible that even a rare letter from home urges you to help participate in those boring things?"
"Otherwise, why?" Xi Shaoyuan put the letter in his arms and sat lazily in the wicker chair. "Only when Chonghua Sect encounters difficulties will he think of me. Otherwise, he will not remember me.
Such a son."
The only son of the Xi family who lost his mother at a young age did not receive double love from his father. The man who was obsessed with power and status in the world never took the initiative to have contact with his son, until one day he suddenly discovered that his son was wandering between the court and the world.
And he was prosperous. When he saw his father's kind smile for the first time, Xi Shaoyuan thought that after years of hard work, he finally got his father's approval, but he didn't want to chase the figure who had been chasing him for half his life. The first request he made to him was actually for
Fight for power.
Anyone who knows Xi Shaoyuan knows that he has no interest in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. For him, a simple life where the whole family can enjoy themselves for one day and one night is what he desires for the rest of his life. But he is Xi Ying, the leader of the Chonghua Sect.
Feng's son happened to be the link between the imperial court and the world, and he was a young talent that was envied by others. Probably only Cheng Xiaobai, his close friend around him, understood him and understood the helplessness and loss behind his bright smile.
"Shaoyuan, why can't they let go of their grudges and power? What's the point of repaying grievances now that the past has passed?" Cheng Xiaobai shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face, "I'm most afraid that one day my uncle and my sister will be together.
When swordsmen meet, it's neither to help nor not to help. I can't bear to see my sister being bullied, and you can't bear to see your uncle being hurt, but they beat him up happily and torture others for nothing."
"Chonghuamen and Poyue Pavilion are incompatible. My father will never give up his powerful position today, and your sister will never forget the hatred of Shuangtian Village - not to mention, she can't live without that man."
"Wei Moyan?" Cheng Xiaobai raised his eyebrows with a look of reluctance, "What good is that man who is cold and bloodthirsty? My sister must have only followed him for revenge. He is not one ten thousandth as good as you."
Xi Shaoyuan laughed. In the world, only Mr. Wuchen, who was so straightforward, could say such a thing. The gap between him and Wei Moyan was really far. Whether it was martial arts or courage, there were only a handful of people in the world who could compare with that person.
Count, or not count at all.
"If you mess up the relationship again, believe it or not, I will go to your uncle and ask him to marry you and have children as soon as possible, so that you can stop missing someone?"
This sentence hit Cheng Xiaobai's Achilles' heel. The boy who was filled with indignation just now immediately stopped the conversation and glared angrily with his two black and white eyes: "Don't talk nonsense about Miss Yun and I, although she only promised to treat her as a friend."
Treat each other with courtesy, but I believe that sooner or later she will leave Poyue Pavilion, and she is not a member of the world, and those who fight and kill are not suitable for her."
"Okay, I won't talk nonsense." Cheng Xiaobai's persistence in Yun Yirong surprised Xi Shaoyuan, and there was a hint of worry in the surprise. After all, she was from Poyue Pavilion, not to mention whether Wei Moyan
Will let her go, there are many questions about her identity alone.
"By the way, what did you say in the letter? You seem to be relieved."
"It's both a good thing and a bad thing." The smile did not change, but became more unpredictable, "Fortunately, the fight was eliminated, but the bad thing is, another innocent person was involved in the turmoil."
Xi Shaoyuan had not told his friends before that the Alliance sect was going south to attack Poyue Pavilion. If Hongxian was in danger, he would run into the shadow of the sword at all costs. If he could not save Hongxian, he should at least save him.
"Xiao Bai, promise me that you will never get involved in any grudges in the world in this life. That is not the place for you to go."
Xi Shaoyuan's sudden words made Cheng Xiaobai quite uncomfortable, but the seriousness in his words was so obvious that there was no room for joking.
Jianghu grievances.
Even if he didn't say anything, Cheng Xiaobai didn't intend to have anything to do with it. He couldn't help but spread his hands and didn't care: "If I wanted to get involved, I would have left with my sister a long time ago. Why bother being called "I" every day now?
Dandy boys don’t want to make progress.”
"It is better to indulge in flowers, pistils and pink flowers all your life than to walk at night in brocade clothes carrying hatred."
"...It's really extreme. I think the word romantic is the most suitable word to put above you."
Xi Shaoyuan smiled lightly and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, which seemed to contain a violent storm. He didn't know whether it would fall in Lanling City.
—————————————————————————— Before dark, we finally rushed back to the farmhouse where the horses were parked. The four horses were parked in the yard, and the head of the household and his wife
It seems that he has not returned from farming.
The attentive Shao Bi checked around and found nothing unusual, then he fetched half a bucket of water from the well, filled the skin bag and handed it to the other three people: "Master, please rest first, I will feed the horses some fodder."
Wei Moyan remained sullen without saying a word, and his whole heart had already flown back to Poyue Pavilion.
"After so many years of indifference, why rush for a moment now? Even if you are not tired, the horse has to eat and drink enough to be able to move." Xia Qingluan knew that he was worried about Zixiu, but he just kept going without eating day and night.
Traveling without drinking is too much for even an iron-clad person.
"Of course you're not in a hurry." Wei Moyan sneered. Being concealed by the two closest people made him feel very uncomfortable. In addition, he was anxious, and his anger was directed at Xia Qingluan for some reason. "Be home early and stay late."
What does it have to do with you? Anyway, her life and death will not delay your great cause of revenge."
He never considers other people's feelings when he speaks, his words are like knives and every word hurts others.
She knew clearly that he was impatient, but why wasn't she? If it wasn't for Zixiu, why would she tell him the truth? Now instead, she was complaining. Xia Qingluan swallowed this breath silently, her chest hurt from holding it back, and her face turned pale.
Naturally, it was impossible to remain calm as usual, and even the belated Jiuhe noticed that the conflict between the two was raging.
"I don't want to quarrel with you. If we have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we get back." Xia Qingluan untied the horse's rope, coldly dropped the words and left alone.
The indifferent eyes reflected in Wei Moyan's eyes made him feel chilled.
She never knew how to give in, and she remained as cold and hard as iron even when he was upset and needed support the most.
The four people who were originally walking together suddenly distanced themselves. In front of them was a lone figure on horseback, followed far behind by a black figure with a cold breath. The two people who were so suppressed by the aura that they dared not speak lowered their heads and followed closely behind.