plumnovel Chapter 115 Handling Cases in Different Locations
Chapter 115 Handling Cases in Different Locations
Chapter 115 Handling Cases in Different Locations
The boat traveled very fast, going downstream, and arrived in Hengyang in the afternoon.
Back at Bailianfang, Feng Changrong was already waiting eagerly at the door.
He clearly hadn't slept all night; his eyes were bruised and he looked extremely haggard.
When he saw Shen An's figure emerge from the street corner, he rushed forward to meet him, his voice hoarse.
"Senior Brother Shen! You're finally back!"
As he got closer, he realized that Shen An was not alone; she was carrying someone on her back.
Feng Changrong's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself, "Why did my senior brother bring someone back from Xiangtan?"
When he looked closely at the man's face, his expression froze.
Senior Brother?! How could it be him?
The two of them had a long-standing feud, so why would they travel back together?
Judging from the appearance of the eldest disciple, he seems to have been seriously injured. What exactly happened in Xiangtan?
A series of doubts instantly clouded Feng Changrong's mind, leaving him standing there dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.
Stendhal was already in a bad mood and had nowhere to vent it.
Seeing Feng Changrong's stunned and ghost-like appearance, he became even more annoyed, snorted coldly, and raised his chin at him: "What, Junior Brother Feng, are you surprised to see me?"
"No—I dare not—" Feng Changrong was startled by his cold snort and came to her senses. She quickly bowed and saluted, but inwardly she was filled with resentment.
If I had known, I wouldn't have hoped for Senior Brother Shen's return. With these two gentlemen together, the future of Hundred Refinements Workshop will probably become even more difficult to manage.
Shen An patted Feng Changrong on the shoulder and said gently, "Let's go inside first. Senior Brother has a leg injury and needs to rest."
Just as the three were about to enter, they suddenly heard light footsteps coming from the courtyard, followed by a clear and melodious voice: "Brother An, is that you? I heard your voice~"
Before the words were finished, a pretty figure emerged from behind the door.
Qu Feiyan had obviously heard the commotion outside and came out to look out out of curiosity.
When she saw Shen An, her bright eyes immediately curved into crescents, and a radiant smile bloomed on her face. She quickly walked to Shen An's side, stood naturally, tilted her little face up, and her eyes were full of undisguised closeness and joy.
Stendar's gaze, however, was fixed on Qu Feiyan the moment he saw her.
His brows furrowed tightly, as if he were sizing up the girl who had suddenly appeared.
Although she looked young, her eyes and brows already possessed a captivating beauty. She was slender, lively, and agile, like a carefree nightingale.
Then, a look of realization flashed in Stendhal's eyes, as if he had figured something out. Immediately afterward, that realization turned into a hint of disdain.
He lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only he and Shen An could hear: "I thought you were young but not interested in women, so this is where it all comes from. Humph, I didn't expect you to be into this sort of thing."
He sized Shen An up and down, his gaze as if he were looking at a strange person with a wicked obsession. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, one word at a time: "You could actually do this? I misjudged you. We really are on different paths and cannot work together."
Shen An was taken aback upon hearing this, then found himself both amused and exasperated. Having been misunderstood so many times, he was too lazy to explain any further.
You like mature, older women, huh? This senior brother's thoughts are indeed extraordinary.
As night fell, in the small hall of the backyard of Bailianfang, a charcoal fire burned brightly, and in the golden copper pot, milky white bone broth bubbled and steamed.
A table was laden with thinly sliced beef and mutton, vibrant green vegetables, and fresh mushrooms, their aroma filling the air and completely dispelling the chill of late autumn.
It took Feng Changrong a lot of effort to get his hands on these leafy greens in the fall and winter.
Stendhal had medicine applied to his legs and was half-lying on a deckchair covered with thick cushions, with bowls and chopsticks on a small table in front of him.
He didn't like hot pot, but Shen Anyan said it was a welcome dinner for him, and since he was injured, he couldn't refuse, so he sat down with a dark face.
It was for this reason that he, who was unable to move around easily, took on the job of slicing meat.
You know what, his Songshan swordsmanship is really good; he can slice beef and mutton so well that you can see through it.
Qu Feiyan was excitedly adding mutton to the pot, stirring it with chopsticks as she did so, muttering, "Seven up, eight down, seven up, eight down—Brother An, it's ready!"
As he spoke, he picked up a few slices of perfectly cooked tender mutton, rolled them in the sesame sauce, and happily placed them into Shen An's bowl.
Feng Changrong sat nervously at the lower end of the table, glancing between the somber-faced Shi Dengda and the composed Shen An. He felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't even dare to move his chopsticks.
Looking at Qu Feiyan's innocent and carefree demeanor and her close relationship with Shen An, Shi Dengda began to have increasing doubts about his junior brother's character.
Shen An saw everything and felt a little uncomfortable, so he picked up a piece of blanched tripe and put it into Shi Dengda's bowl: "Senior Brother, try this. People in Sichuan like to eat it this way. It's crisp, tender and refreshing."
"Go into the water?"
Stendar was about to refuse, but now he felt embarrassed to refuse Shen An, so he snorted and put it in his mouth.
One bite, and the crisp, chewy texture combined with the rich broth exploded in his mouth, causing his tense face to relax slightly.
"Brother An, is this older brother your senior brother?" Qu Feiyan blinked her big eyes and asked curiously.
"good."
"Oh—hello, Senior Brother!" Qu Feiyan greeted sweetly, then picked up a piece of greens with her chopsticks and put it into the pot. "Senior Brother, you should eat more too. Brother An said you were injured and need to eat more to recover."
Then give me some meat!
Looking at this girl who was so unguarded and overly enthusiastic, Stendhal was momentarily at a loss for words. He could only manage a soft "hmm" through his nose as a form of response.
The atmosphere gradually eased, and Feng Changrong gradually relaxed and began to eat in small bites.
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
Shen An put down his wine cup and asked casually, "By the way, Senior Brother, I heard you say that Second Uncle is currently in Wuchang Prefecture?"
When the topic turned to business, Stendhal's expression immediately became serious. He nodded: "That's right. Last month, my second martial uncle and I returned to our sect. Our master personally gave the order for us to investigate why the demonic sect members have suddenly become more active in the two lakes region."
Shen An paused slightly as he picked up some food.
Last month? Wasn't that when the Sun Moon Cult launched a large-scale invasion of Huguang in response to the disappearance of Qu Yang?
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If it's about investigating matters in the Hubei and Hunan region, why didn't Master just ask me, the disciple stationed in Hengyang, directly? He didn't even give me a hint.
Instead, they sent Uncle Ding and Senior Brother to conduct the so-called case in another location.