Chapter 88 Wuyun City, I'm back

The sound like a valley warbler echoes among the green peaks of the valley. You must promise me that this is my first request. I believe that Mr. Han will not go up with his promise, right?

This...okay. Han Feng finally has nothing to say. As a man, he must always keep his word.

Oriental carefully took out the bone flute from his arms. A high and sharp voice came out, and a clear roar circled between the green peaks, and a small black spot appeared in the distance. Han Feng knew that it was the green Luan. Several voices came through the clouds, and in the blink of an eye, the small black dots had appeared above their heads. The hurricane blew overhead, and the green Luan stretched its wings and stood firmly on the huge bluestone where the two were located. After being close to Dongfang, he opened his mouth and shouted at Han Feng, as if to say, I know you. The jade-like feathers, and the bright red eyes are even more amazing... Han Feng hurriedly smiled and said, Hello, Brother Luan. This green Luan is no less than a monster in the realm of gathering energy, which makes people dare not underestimate at all. Moreover, looking at its appearance, I'm afraid it has long been psychic. Han Feng has already learned what its owner is like, and he dares to neglect this beast Han Feng at all. The Qingluan seemed to be satisfied with his driving, and the bird's head gently cunted...

With a clear sound, the huge Qingluan carried the two people up into the air, and their wings spread for several feet. The wind in the air came towards me, adding a chill. Han Feng's heart moved, and a Yuan force came out of his body, forming a transparent Yuan force mask in the air, which just caged him and Dongfang carefully in it. The beautiful woman in front of him turned around and looked at him. A sweet smile came from Han Feng's heart and couldn't stand it. His hands were nowhere to be put, so he had to put them on the soft waist of Dongfang carefully. Han Feng felt the soft jade warm fragrance of the girl in her arms and felt that she was drunk... Of course, this was at the request of the other party...

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"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are cold and far away, and there is a lonely boat in the depths of reed flowers. The flute is in the Yueming Building. The beauty of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is also a portrayal of Wuyun City. Some people say that Wuyun City is so beautiful that it has worn away the ambitions of countless heroes. That's why the Xuanhuang Dynasty fell today. If like the deep yellow sand and Gobi, poor mountains and rivers like the Mengyue Dynasty, people must be strong and show a grand vision... It may be some resentful empty words, but when you think about it carefully, it has its own taste.

Han Feng could not see the picturesque scenery of Wuyun City, because it was already dark when he came back.

At the moment of thousands of lights, the green Luan he was riding crossed the mountains and rivers and finally returned to Wuyun City, where he had been away for countless days. Wuyun City in the night is amorous. Han Feng is the first time to overlook this city that has lived in nearly 20 spring and autumns from the air. Since practicing magic skills, he feels that his vision has been significantly different from before. Even at night, even at thousands of meters high, he can still clearly see whether the city is quiet in the noise. The majestic Tian Dang Mountain is like a natural barrier to block the wind blowing from the distant desert in the north and west. The high wall and deep moat hold the capital of the Xuanhuang Dynasty in their arms. Appreciating this indescribable magnificence, Han Feng couldn't help sighing from the bottom of his heart. What a magnificent city!

Immediately said softly, "Wuyun City, I'm back."

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Through a series of familiar streets. Familiar names came back to memory. Chang'an Street, Ear Eye Hutong, Lin 18 Lane, Dingxiang Street, Jiurufang...

There is no moonlight tonight, but only the starlight sprinkled all over the sky. Stepping on the starlight on the ground, Han Feng is standing quietly in front of a dark gray and inconspicuous building. As soon as Qingluan went down, Dongfang was careful to throw him away with an excuse. Of course, Han Feng will not worry about what will happen to the owner of the Shenlong Academy with strong martial arts skills.

The archway in front of the door looks dark gray during the day, but now it is dark black. The two stone lions transported from Nanqu emit a faint red light in the dark night. If they are proficient in runes, they must see that this thing is useful for evil. This is a special reward given by the Holy Emperor today to commend the merits of the owner of the house, which is a rare treasure. The low-key building shows the heart of the owner...

The slightly yellow light shot out through the small window of the gatehouse under the archway. Han Feng actually felt a little warm... This is the mansion of Han Boping, the king of Jingnan, who was now retired. He finally returned to his home in Wuyun City...

Du Du Du...

The soft knock on the door was particularly loud on this night, and for a long time, the sound of kicking footsteps came from the courtyard. Then came the sound of yawning...

"Why don't let people sleep? There are still people coming at this late hour."

The owner of the voice conveyed his dissatisfaction with Han Feng's late-night disturbing dreams. Han Feng smiled, but Han Yan was still so lazy and didn't make any progress at all. From the voice, he has heard that the person who came was Han Yan, the head of the Han family. He was an orphan picked up by Han Boping from the battlefield and his partner since he was a child.

"Squeak--"

With the heavy opening sound of the heavy yellow poplar wooden door, the black door opened a gap. From the cracks, a red lantern was stretched out, and then a round head was squeezed out. Under the squirm eyebrows, a pair of confused eyes blinked out.

"Who are you looking for?"

Han Feng is standing in the shadow under the archway. The light is dim and he hasn't seen clearly. He has asked first.

"Ha ha, you lazy pig still sleep so much."

The voice in the shadow came out, and Han Yan did not react for a moment. He said angrily, who dared to call my nickname. He pushed the door open again and squeezed his body out. He was a tall young man. The little lazy pig was nicknamed by Han Feng and his friends when he played as a child.

"Ha ha, when can you change your hot temper?"

The familiar voice made Han Yan excited. He raised the lantern high and looked into the shadow. A tall figure stood there, smiling at him. The familiar face made him speechless with excitement. The face became a little exaggerated because of the ecstasy in the heart.

"It's three... young master."

The stammer voice finally came out, and Han Yan blushed and stood at Han Feng with a smile on her face. After a while, he suddenly threw the lantern in his hand and ran to the courtyard, as if he had seen a ghost... He didn't even pay attention to Han Feng's cry behind him.

Immediately, Han Yan's deafening shouts sounded throughout the Korean government, and the third young master came back! The third young master is back! The third young master is back...

Just like the dawn coming early and paused for a moment, the courtyard began to react. After a while, the courtyard of Hanfu became brightly lit, and the bright lights covered the stars in the sky... People began to walk this way loudly. From the hurried footsteps, you can hear people's panic...

The heavy wooden door was pushed open in an instant. The crowded people were all servants working in Jingnan Palace. People surrounded Han Feng with a sincere smile on their faces, shouting the third young master one by one, or someone called Master Feng... Looking at these familiar faces, an inexplicable warmth poured into Han Feng's chest. Although he is usually a dage son in the eyes of the prince, he is unlearned and only knows how to read, visit brothel, and seek beautiful scenery all day long... But he has an excellent reputation among these servants. He has never put on airs and understands their sufferings. Whenever they have difficulties, he can always understand one or two. People have deep feelings for the third young master.

Dahuai, Lao Ping, Wang Ma... Han Feng called their names one by one without any unnaturalness. People looked at the third young master who had been away from home for many days under the light, and their eyes were shining...

"Young master."

With an old and low call, a figure squeezed in from behind the crowd. The face is full of vicissitudes of wrinkles and brown face, and the tall and slightly back... Han Feng said with a smile, Fubo, you are still not old. Fubo always showed a heartfelt smile on his serious face and said, "Old, the third young master, you have changed... The master and madam are waiting for you in the flower hall and let you go..."

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Everyone dispersed one after another, stepping on the dewdrops of the path, facing the starlight sprinkled on his head, Han Feng followed Fubo with a lantern and walked towards the flower hall. Looking at this familiar and strange home, Han Feng's heart was a little surging...

On the way, Fubo briefly talked about the changes in the family in the past, and Han Feng also had a general understanding of the situation at home... Lord Han Boping and the old lady, the king of Jingnan, who lived in seclusion, liked to be quiet, so the mansion was not very large, but very quiet. After being used to Lord Han's official life, the old couple always lived a simple life. Today, they went to bed early. When they heard that their third son came back, they got dressed again...

The mansion is not very big. It bypassed several rockery in the back garden, passed through the hanging moon gate, and finally came to the front of the flower hall. Taking a deep breath, Han Feng gently suppressed the excitement in his heart. He finally pushed open the flower hall of carved flowers and essays, but was stunned there...

The old woman with green cloth is standing there facing the carved wooden door, and the kindness in her eyes makes people feel admiring.

"Mother."

After a long time, the two words finally came out of Han Feng's mouth. Thousands of feelings in my heart suddenly came to my mouth, but I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Although the old lady is precious, she has never been used to wearing it and is simple for half her life. His personality is watery but extremely tough, which also has a deep impact on Han Feng.

"Ye."

The old lady stepped forward quickly and grasped Han Feng's hands tightly. His eyes are shining, and his face is full of unspeakable brilliance...

"Well, I'm thin and black..."

The complaining words flowed out like running water. Han Feng wanted to say something, but felt that his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he just giggled there.

"Cough..."

A majestic cough finally awakened the mother and son who met happily.