Jianling

Since the night Shen Zhongxuan left, he walked through the night in the rain, wearing the stars and the moon, and walked steadily all the way to Yangchuan.

In fact, he himself doesn't know where to go, Yangchuan is his hometown, but his family has already been destroyed, and since he was ten years old, he has been traveling around with Meng Xing, and he can't tell where his roots are.Leaving Meng Xing, he originally only felt depressed and frustrated, but then the heavy rain completely blocked his vision, what was in front of his eyes was the blinding rain and mist steaming among the grass and trees, and the noise of the rain was in his ears.

——Things that were lovely suddenly became hideous, and the sadness he tried to suppress broke through the floodgate of reason, and the rain ran freely on his face.

In that embarrassing rainy night, Zhong Xuan felt for the first time a sense of loss about the future.

I decided to go back to Yangchuan, but I still had a little thought about the former site.

As for whether this thought was about the tragic loss of the Shen family overnight, or about the surprise of seeing Meng Xing suddenly in the spring, he couldn't tell. There is no place to bury the heart.

However, the intelligence network of businessmen in the business field cannot but be staggering. The news of his separation from Meng Xing quickly spread to the ears of several uncles. A letter from an uncle arrived, asking him what his future plans were.

Shen Zhongxuan, with one head and two big heads, tried his best to organize a bunch of polite words to respond to the uncle's temptation. The next moment, the third uncle sent someone over, saying that he wanted to serve him personally, but in fact he was secretly watching, lest he go back to ask for it again. Real estate property.

In the Chaoge Building in Yongning, Yangchuan, Shen Zhongxuan felt that it had been too long since he had come back. The last time he sat here was three or four years ago. He had just suffered a disaster and came here with Meng Xing to ask Feng Henwan clue.

The Chaoge Tower is the property of the Shen family, so they naturally recognized this noble young master. The guys all smiled when they saw him, and rushed to serve him food. In the end, Chong Xuan sat alone, but there was a gluttonous feast in front of him.

Shen Shenxuan, who had followed Meng Xing to manage the house for a long time, was silent for a long time, and finally said: "...It is not appropriate to waste money."

The waiter quickly explained to him: "This is a regular system, and your distinguished guests also served the same dishes a few days ago."

Zhong Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Honored guest?"

The clerk said, "It's that Mr. Feng who you said a long time ago that you would settle the bill for him."

"..." Shen Shenxuan, who had long forgotten about this matter, was a little dazed, "It's just a meal."

Several guys looked at each other, all of them were ashamed with astonishment, and stammered: "He, he said that we have a good relationship with you..."

Shen Zhongxuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and guessed that this was Feng Henwan's character, so he could only say: "Then let me make the knot for him...he came here a few days ago?"

"That's right, Daxia Feng has been here frequently in the past two years, and it seems that he plans to settle down in Yangchuan."

Shen Zhongxuan shook his head secretly in his heart, there is absolutely no possibility of a person like Feng Henwan settling down, and staying in Yangchuan is only possible because he has something to do - the things that can disturb him are probably only the face of Meng Xing and Xiao Tongpei .

Contacting Yangchuan again, he could think of the reason for Feng Henwan's stay without even thinking about it.

Shen Zhongxuan sighed, raised his neck and drank the wine in the glass, and the waiter at the side hurriedly explained: "This is Taiqing song, a specialty of our Yangchuan, and Meichuan can't produce it. My son has been away for many years, and I must have never tasted Taiqing song when I was young. Although Qingqu is a little stronger, it is still a real famous wine."

"...It's not very strong." Shen Zhongxuan shook his head, and naturally remembered that Meng Xing prefers spirits, Qiu Lubai the most, followed by Taiqing Qu, and it is best to have a plate of braised duck neck to accompany the wine...

Shen Zhongxuan wished he could wring his head off, wondering if this would save Meng Xing for a while.

...But before he left, he only said that Meng Xing likes to eat braised duck neck, so Chu Wan really wouldn't let him eat braised duck neck every day.

The taste of Meng Xing's braised duck neck is extremely strong, if he doesn't know how to control it, what should he do if he eats it and gets angry?

Thinking of this, Zhong Xuan really wanted to twist his head off to see if it was really empty and nothing but Meng Xing inside.

The guys saw that the young master was drunk, but no one dared to persuade him. After all, they all heard that the young master had been practicing martial arts with a well-known knight in the rivers and lakes for many years. If you're drunk, you're merciless and ruthless. Wouldn't it be a big loss if you didn't flatter and lose your life later on?

But when Shen Zhongxuan drank completely, the young man struggled around and guessed, and finally selected two unlucky guys to help him, and helped his young master to the nearest inn to rest.

Shen Zhongxuan was carried away in a daze, feeling uncomfortable all over, but he actually tasted good wine, and he didn't make any noise when he was drunk, he just frowned, as if he was deep in thought.

The leading guy dragged him into the recently opened inn, and the other guy went to the shopkeeper, knocked on the table, woke up the shopkeeper who was lying on the counter to catch his sleep, and gave him a wink: "here , this is the son of the Shen family, he is rich."

The shopkeeper, dressed in royal blue clothes, finally raised his head, stretched his waist, didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and finally replied in a daze: "Well, thank you."

As he spoke, he took out a key and a bunch of copper coins from the drawer, and the waiter took them from him, and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Song, all the drunks in our restaurant are sent to you, it's not full yet. ?”

Shopkeeper Song shook his head, he was half awake, and immediately said with a smile: "Manke also has to make room for Mr. Shen—Mr. Shen from the Shen family in Yangchuan? I heard that the restaurants of the Shen family are It’s time to drive to Huadu.”

The clerk looked back at the drunk Chong Xuan, threw the key to his companion, pouted again, and whispered to shopkeeper Song: "Let's chat in private, Mr. Shen is actually quite pitiful."

"Huh? How do you say it?"

The shopkeeper knew that Shopkeeper Song was a foreigner who had just arrived. He had just taken the money, and the urge to share anecdotes was particularly strong. In addition, several companions had already brought Chong Xuan upstairs, so there was no need to worry about being overheard by the nobleman. ...

The clerk cleared his throat, gossiped: "It's a big deal, the Shen family, the richest man in Yangchuan, who doesn't know? This Mr. Shen is Shen Yunfu, Master Shen. When the master was alive, the Shen family's business But it’s incomparably better, he was born in a dart, and the restaurants are also booming. It is said that there are many restaurants in Yundu that are owned by Mr. Shen... Mr. Shen learned martial arts from a hero when he was more than ten years old, and traveled around. It's a pity that the Shen family's business is too big, I don't know who is in the way, three years ago, it was all gone overnight."

Shopkeeper Song frowned suspiciously: "All gone?"

"Oh, the money is all there, but the people are gone!" The clerk sighed and shook his head, "None of the people who lived in the Shen family at that time survived. Except for a few masters who separated from the family, only Mr. Shen who was traveling abroad escaped." After a catastrophe, those masters are also afraid that Mr. Shen will grow up to fight for the family property, and every day they encourage him to practice martial arts seriously, and they talk about supporting him, and they are afraid that he will die outside."

Shopkeeper Song also bowed his head and stamped his feet in grief when he heard about these things, and asked, "How is Mr. Shen's martial arts?"

Hearing this, the man's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with admiration, "Master must be very powerful!"

"How powerful is it?" Shopkeeper Song tried his best to recall the appearance of the drunk man just now, but unfortunately he had just woken up at that time, and now he really only remembered that he was a young man.

The man glanced at him, and said in a mysterious way: "Speaking out will scare you to death!"

Shopkeeper Song was amused by his expression, and thought that telling me about my background would scare you to death even more, but he asked others for advice when he started his business, so he humbly asked for advice: "What's going on?"

The clerk laughed mysteriously a few times, and said, "Young Master Shen, he studied under a famous hero."

Shopkeeper Song was very patient: "Who is it?"

"—Drunk, tincture, sword, ah."

Shopkeeper Song couldn't sit still, and almost fell off the stool. Fortunately, he held the counter with both hands, and managed to stand firm. There was still a polite smile on his face, but all the disdain in his eyes had been replaced by shock.

He suddenly remembered the little boy he met in Wenchuan three years ago, who was not scolded or beaten when he spoke, and he just stood in front of him, relying on his sister Feng Jue's good temper to challenge him.

The young boy didn't speak with a Yangchuan accent at that time, and every word and every sentence fell to the ground:

"I am heavy in Xiayangchuan."

Song Dengyun couldn't hold back, and cursed dirty in his heart.

The Song family was indeed too poor. When almost all the Song family were quietly despising the Feng family for getting into the eyes of money, Song Dengyun was the only one with a clear stand.

—he despises all born rich.

If Zhongxuan had said "Chongxuan, the richest man in Xiayangchuan" when he saw him for the first time, then he would definitely not even want to take Feng Jue's face into consideration, and immediately picked up the broom and chased him away.

When the lights came on, the moonlight was clear, and the guys had already gone home, Song Dengyun was still making calculations, secretly thinking whether to throw Chongxuan directly on the street to drink while he was still drunk.

But why didn't Chong Xuan go with Meng Xing?

Song Dengyun's hands that were calculating suddenly paused, realizing that for Shen Shenxuan, the greater blow than Hefeng should be the separation from Meng Xing.

Song Dengyun sighed regretfully, well, in order to hit the opponent more deeply, he can only temporarily keep the richest man in Yangchuan.

Shen Zhongxuan woke up from a dream with a terrible headache. He didn't like drinking at first, and he didn't know what it was because of his mood today, but when his memory came back and he remembered that Feng Henwan was in Yangchuan, he knew he couldn't stay for long.

He originally wanted to go find Xiao Tongbei and tell him the plans of the Wen family sister and brother, but unfortunately Xiao Tongbei has always been unpredictable, and his whereabouts are similar to Meng Xing's. Decided to go back to Yangchuan to rest for a few days.

Shen Zhongxuan got up from the bed and subconsciously went to the table to look for hangover soup, but unfortunately he was not the drunk Meng Xing, and he didn't have an apprentice like himself to serve him, so after searching for it, his wish was naturally in vain.But your son's ability to be served by others is innate, Zhong Xuan didn't think about it, he opened the door instinctively, and said: "Come here, cook a bowl of hangover soup."

What Song Dengyun was waiting for was for this guy to wake up. In order to wait for him to wake up, he woke up several times in the lobby.

However, Shen Zhongxuan, the richest man in Yangchuan, looked at him across the stairs, and he still had the ugly look of domineering.

Song Dengyun raised his head, crossed his waist, and his royal blue clothes looked full of luxury against the light: "My surname is Shen, let's see who is your grandfather?"

Shen Zhongxuan was so drunk that he had a headache, the clerk didn't dare to touch his things, and he was still wearing a frosty white brocade shirt at this time, he glanced at the strange face while trying to stay awake, and said impatiently: "The hangover soup will be delivered directly to my room."

Song Dengyun: "..." He still didn't give up, and asked, "Look carefully, Shen Chongxuan, Shen Shen...!"

Zhong Xuan thought he was noisy, so he turned around and slammed the door, the loud slamming sound interrupted his heartfelt shout involuntarily.

Song Dengyun thought that he came from a famous family, and he would never get angry with the son of a mere businessman, so he walked to the back kitchen calmly, and saw the cook's frightened face: "... shopkeeper, are you in a bad mood?"

"...It's okay, let's make a bowl of hangover soup." Song Dengyun said with a smile, "Add more stones than frost."