In another courtyard, unknown flowers and plants swayed in the wind, and bright lights shone through the window lattice of the ancient house. Ximen Lang and Xiao Muqing were sitting on round stools next to a black lacquered table, tasting the
Xiangming chatted with a smile.
When I first arrived at the Huamen headquarters, except for the unpleasantness that happened at the gate, things went smoothly. The most important thing was that Ximen Lang felt that Elder Feng was loyal to Huamen and would fully assist him in the future.
He is in a good mood.
The courtyard door was pushed open, and Feng Erlie walked in under the moonlight. He said respectfully outside the door: "The master of the back hall, Feng Erlie, wants to see the chief master."
The door opened, and the stunning Xiao Muqing appeared at the door, "Master Feng, please come in."
Ximen Lang at the table smiled and said, "Master Feng, come and sit down." Since the other party is the son of Elder Feng and has always had a good attitude, he has a good impression of him.
Feng Erlie hurriedly said: "I don't dare, just stand still."
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "We are all brothers, there is no need to be too formal. Master Feng, there must be something wrong with you coming here so late, right?"
Feng Erlie looked troubled and said hesitantly: "It's like this. For the past ten years, my father has been thinking about Mr. Wu. Today, the chief arrived. My father knew the news about Mr. Wu, and he missed him even more.
Restless and unable to sleep. He is old
Someone wanted to borrow the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan from the Chief Sect Master. Seeing these two things that Mr. Wu once carried with him was like seeing him in person. He only borrowed them for one night and would return them tomorrow.
Lord, I wonder if you can agree?"
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "I thought it was something important. It turns out that Elder Feng wanted to see the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan to commemorate Mr. Wu. No problem. It's a trivial matter. One night and two nights.
Yes, he can look at it as he likes and return it to me whenever he wants."
Feng Erlie was overjoyed and said gratefully: "Thank you so much, Chief Sect Master, for making it possible."
Ximen Lang said cheerfully: "We are all our own people, no need to be polite." Then he turned around and ordered: "Qingqing, please bring the Shanhe Fan."
A trace of doubt flashed in Xiao Muqing's eyes, but she was too embarrassed to say anything. After all, the two people in front of her had high positions, one was the general sect leader and the other was the hall master. She had no role to speak at all. Although she was Xiaolang's prospective wife
, but it is a private relationship. On the surface, she is just the subordinate of the other party.
With a soft promise, Xiao Muqing walked into the inner hall. After a while, she held a long yellow damask bag in her hands. The mountain and river fan was in it. The mouth of the bag was tied tightly with a yellow damask rope. She walked over,
Place the Shanhe fan on the table.
When Feng Erlie saw the treasure he had dreamed of so close, his heart beat faster and faster with excitement, and an imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.
Ximen Lang untied the yellow silk rope on the bag, took off the Hualong ring in his hand, stuffed it into the bag and tied it again. He handed it over and said, "Take it, as long as you don't lose it. Your father can take a look at it for a few days."
A few days.”
Feng Erlie bowed deeply and said with tears of gratitude: "Don't worry, chief sect master, I will never lose these two treasures of the Hua sect with my life. When my father gets rid of the pain of longing, he will return the jade to Zhao."
Ximenlang smiled and said, "Okay, you can go back, so that Elder Feng won't have to wait anxiously."
"Well, Chief Sect Master, please take a rest early and say goodbye."
Feng Erlie turned away with the yellow satin bag in his hands very cautiously. Xiao Muqing watched his back disappear into the night, closed the door and bolted it, walked back and said, "Xiaolang, Hualong Ring and Shanhe Fan are the Huamen."
How come you are so confident about giving this treasure to him?"
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "I don't trust him, but I trust Elder Feng. Through my contacts during the day, I feel that Elder Feng is a good man who is loyal to the Huamen. Otherwise, Brother Wu would not have returned to the Huamen in ten years.
, the other three elders have all betrayed the Hua Clan. He holds a high position in the Hua Clan. If he had had second thoughts, he would have established his own business long ago. Why wait now?"
Xiao Muqing said thoughtfully: "Your analysis is good. Elder Feng is indeed loyal. If he hadn't been in control of the overall situation and worked hard to support it, I'm afraid the Zonghua Sect would have been wiped out long ago. He has worked hard and achieved great results, and he is highly respected and deserves it.
Trust. However, his son’s reputation is not good.
It's too good. Feng Erlie doesn't have any real ability. It can be said that he can achieve the position of hall leader entirely because of Elder Feng's contribution to Huamen and everyone praises him. But instead of being grateful, he secretly
We must guard against those who form cliques and create cliques for private purposes.”
Ximenlang pondered for a moment and said: "So that's it. It seems that the water in Huamen is indeed very deep. However, since it was Elder Feng who asked for a way to see things and think about people, it was naturally difficult to refuse. Otherwise,
How can we jointly govern Huamen in the future?"
Xiao Muqing smiled softly and said: "You are right. After all, you have no qualifications. Although you are the head of the sect, you are still a bare commander. You can only keep Elder Feng's thick | big | legs and get his full support.
Make a difference.”
Ximen Lang said with a smile: "Good advice, we really have the same views as husband and wife. However, I am not a mere commander. Don't I still have you as my loyal wife and subordinate?"
Xiao Muqing's pretty face turned red, and she said coquettishly: "You can't hold back your words, who is your wife?"
Ximen Lang chuckled, "Of course you are my wife. It's getting late, let's go have a rest." Then, regardless of whether others agreed or not, he stood up and picked up the girl's soft and delicate body and walked into the inner hall.
The rooms inside are filled with Ming-style furniture made of huanghuali, such as dressing tables, couches, tables and chairs. Such precious antique furniture is often sold at auction houses for very good prices, with each piece costing tens of thousands of RMB.
to hundreds of thousands, so it can be seen that the furniture in this house is actually worth millions, which can be called luxury.
Ximen Lang was born in a wealthy family, so he was accustomed to all these things and did not feel any surprise. What he was really interested in was the large huanghuali bed with pink tulle hanging on the west side. This can't be blamed on him. Let me ask,
What normal man would think first of a big, comfortable and warm bed when holding a stunningly beautiful woman in his arms?
A pair of lovers were inside with excitement. The pink tulle floated down. Xiao Muqing, who had a blushing face, took off her clothes. The snow-like white skin appeared. The undulating peaks and jade tops were bright red, which made people excited.
Heartbeat.
Ximen Lang couldn't wait to strip himself naked, and possessed the beautiful girl's body with wanton tenderness, and the spring scenery was endless in the gauze tent.
"Qingqing, can you come up?" said the bad boy who wanted to play tricks.
Xiao Muqing blushed and said shyly, "No, I don't know how!"
"You're welcome. There's no woman who can't do that. Don't be modest..."