Chapter 89 Return

Lord Han Boping is sitting on the black Taishi chair, with a black beard floating on his chest, his eyes are shining, and he is not angry... If you look carefully, he is really a little similar to Han Feng.

The mother pointed back in front of Han Feng from an invisible angle and blinked her eyes. Han Feng knows what his mother means... He should deal with his father well.

Han Feng immediately turned into a good baby and whispered: Father.

"Well, I'm back."

The words are very simple, but Han Feng can hear the feelings contained in it.

"Going to Qingcheng to learn martial arts, Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy has introduced your situation to your father. It's okay, but there are still problems. You have to think about everything in advance..."

Han Feng was a little grateful. For so many years, except when he saw a snake when he was a child, he did not escape and saved his sister. My father praised himself for his bravery, and this was the first time he praised himself. It seems that you must write your own history...

But the subsequent blow threw his happiness away... Lord Han stroked his beard and began to list a series of problems in Han Feng's body, such as playfulness, lack of self-motivation, thoughtfulness and so on, which made him feel that he was really useless. I almost wanted to buy a piece of tofu to kill me.

"Okay, okay, Feng'er just came back, so don't talk about him. I think Feng'er is still fine..."

Mother came to round the game.

"You are all used to it. When I thought he was so old, he was already the commander-in-chief of thousands of people. Thinking back then...battlefield..."

Lord Han Boping began to talk about his heroic deeds on the battlefield.

Mother cut off. I think you are really confused. You can't forget your old almanac. As soon as Feng'er comes back, let him take a breath! By the way, Fenger, you haven't eaten yet, have you?

Han Feng quickly shook his head to beat the rattle. I want to eat the noodles with soybean paste made by my mother!

"Okay, okay, mom will do it for you. Mrs. Han laughed a little spoiled. She pulled Han Feng out, who gave her father an innocent look and fled with her mother. However, as soon as they went out of the door, the mother and son couldn't help looking at each other and laughing.

Of course, Han Feng explained the change of hair to his mother, but in order to avoid his mother's worry, he diluted the thrill of the process a lot. You can also hide some of your experiences, so as to avoid the worries of your relatives...

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Starlight sprinkled into the room through the window lattice. Han Feng sat cross-legged on **. On the 12th week of Yungong, Yuanli poured in to Dantian like a tide, and even the starlight in the sky was deformed. If anyone finds this phenomenon, they will be surprised to close their mouths. Fortunately, Han Feng was ready to avoid surprising people. This is the back garden of the whole royal palace, and few people usually come. Han Feng likes Qingjing to regard this place as his study. At this moment, in the dead of night, people should have fallen asleep. When Yuanli expanded and bulged in his body, Han Feng opened his mouth and spit out. The vitality above his head was like a golden flower blooming on the roof, with a tangible entity. On the roof for a long time...

Feeling the full golden power flowing in the blood of Zifu Dantian, Han Feng nodded with satisfaction. Since absorbing the old Yuanzhu that day, he felt that he had entered a new realm of absorption of spiritual power. Spiritual power is the essence of power. Countless power can make people become masters, but spiritual power can make people continue to rise in practice. Washing people's bones and meridians makes people's perception of the power of heaven and earth reach a new level and improve people's spiritual power. The golden Yuanli turned into a streamer light and shot into Han Feng's mouth, and he slowly collected his work...

After finishing his work, he reached out to pick a silver starlight. He had never had such a beautiful night. There is a trace of sweetness in the silence. It turns out that this is the feeling of home. My stomach is full, and my mouth still smells of my mother's fried sauce noodles...

Han Feng began to think about some questions. When eating, he saw his mother's desire to stop talking, as if he had something to say to himself... I don't know what his parents let him do when he came back? He was not in a hurry to ask, believing that his mother would always say to himself. And the Oriental Care didn't know where she had gone. This intelligent woman couldn't hide all her thoughts from her eyes, and her liver trembled a little at the thought of her care...

Now that you have returned to the capital, you can't always be idle. What should you do? The experience of these many days has made him mature a lot. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of any clue. Unconsciously, the starlight has faded...

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With nothing to say all night, Han Feng has never slept so sweetly. At noon, the warm sun shone into the window, and he still felt that he had not slept enough. It was not until Han Yan called that he lazily followed him to the front hall. A few dishes, a bowl of porridge Han Feng ate extremely sweetly... I can only use one word to describe his feelings at this moment - cool.

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Yanlan Lake.

The scenery here is infinite, and it is a pearl of Wuyun City. Although it is the end of October and early winter is coming, this is the location of the south of the Yangtze River of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. In addition, Tiandan Mountain has blocked the cold from the north. Wuyun City lies in the arms of Tiandu Mountain. The weather is still warm, the green willows are still like jasper, and the autumn chrysanthemum is blooming. Silk algae are like jade belts in the lake...

Han Feng has been here for two days, almost stepping on every inch of land and enjoying every strange stone...

Yihongyuan.

A teenager with a unique temperament is holding a cup in Qingyue's room, and the big beads and small beads are falling on the jade plate like snow. The more Guzheng is clear, the more it is, the more exciting it is... In the rise and turn, the music comes out a faint resentment. But Han Feng couldn't hear that he was drunk. I don't know whether it's the red wine of my daughter or the shyness of the Qingyue... A bright and dark waterfall covers half of the stream, but it can't hide the beautiful eyes of the young girl from time to time.

With a "cling", the song finally dispersed, and a faint sigh sounded, and Master Han was drunk again...

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Early winter.

Wuyun City is not cold. Han Feng came back for many days, revisited the old place, walked through the streets and alleys of the capital, saw all the new scenery and old scenes, and visited all the restaurants and bookstores...

He can't go out this day, because Lord Han Boping is waiting for him in the flower hall, and of course his mother. Han Feng still lowered his head and listened to the teachings of his parents and adults like a good child.

"You have been back for a long time. How are you playing around?"

Lord Han's face was as heavy as water, and he could see the unhap pleasure in his heart. Han Feng was shocked. It seemed that his whereabouts these days were under the control of his father. He carefully chose the words for fear of accidentally brushing the tiger's beard...

"This time I went to Qingcheng, I recalled the mountains and rivers of my hometown every day. Today's homesickness is worth it, and I am overjoyed..."

Lord Han Boping was not moved by Han Feng's sensational words, but snorted from his nose. Tao, relying on three points of literature and ink, he was elegant... but he didn't say anything more. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect that it was not over yet. Lord Han suddenly said, I don't know what you plan to come back this time? Are you always so idle? Han Feng glanced at his mother and didn't know what medicine was sold in his father's gourd.

"Oh, does your father mean that you have ever thought about doing something?"

The old lady had a kind smile on her face and looked at Han Feng's reaction.

Lord Han intercepted his wife's words and developed a vigorous and vigorous character in his military life for many years. Whether talking or doing things, I don't like to go around in circles.

To put it bluntly, whether to prepare for this year's opening of a course or to study in a college, I have agreed with Zhou Hanlin, a professor at the college, and he promised to expand an additional one. The college refers to the Zhongnan Academy of today's Xuanhuang Dynasty. It is composed of the academicians of the Hanlin Academy of the current Xuanhuang Dynasty, which specializes in training talents in the Xuanhuang Dynasty. People regard it as a training institution for the courtiers of the Xuanhuang Dynasty and an ivory tower for the country. People often squeeze their heads to enter this place, and it is more common to give gifts. Rumor has it that the admission threshold has reached tens of thousands of silver on the black market, and the price has still risen and not fallen. Kaike, which is the green road of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, can become the pillar of the court and the pillar of the country...

This is already Lord Han Boping's idea of taking a step back. According to his idea, the disciples of the Han family should have been a great hero who galloped to the battlefield and killed the enemy for the country. It's just that he thinks that his third son is not this material. Since he came back, all of Han Feng's evil spirits have been hidden, without any martial arts, like a literati with no power to bind chickens. It's just more elegant and elegant than others. After several attempts, he couldn't try the depth here and strengthened his idea. I'm afraid that even if this son can do some martial arts, he is also a three-legged cat. There may be moisture in what people from Qingcheng Wuyuan said. In his eyes, the son has no general's courage. It's a little crooked, and there is some useless ink in my stomach. Therefore, he adopted this compromise method and wanted Han Feng to embark on the road of Wenchen.

Han Feng secretly said that he was waiting for me here. But I turned countless circles in my heart, thinking about what kind of words to refuse. Has he been waiting for his father's question since he came back, but it was still a little unexpected.

"Feng'er is very good at studying at home and doesn't need to enter any colleges. Besides, this is not Feng'er's ambition..."

Lord Han was annoyed and didn't go after a long time? With a slap on the table, the teacup on the table in front of him jumped up...

Han Feng turned his eyes to his mother for help, and now he can only rely on his mother to get through this. The old lady finally opened her mouth. But he didn't stand next to him.

"You child, this can't do this, and that can't be done... Lord Liu, the servant of the household department, spent 50,000 silver to make a confession for his nephew, but Zhou Hanlin didn't agree. Lord Situ spent 60,000 taels on his nephew..."

After a few words, Han Feng finally knew why his father was so generous. It turned out that this quota was so hard to get. He can figure out how his father, who has been as hard as steel all his life, begs for help with a stiff face. The uneasiness in my heart is gradually emerging...

"Do you have any ideas?" The old lady's words made him like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Yes, Fenger already has an idea, and I will do a career this time..."