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The driver coughed lightly and said, "My Lord, do you want to go in?"
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Leave the carriage here for me to use as a means of transportation. You can go back and report."
"Yes!" The coachman agreed, bowed, turned and left. After walking a few steps, he looked back at the carriage, then looked at the ruined Zhang Mansion, and left quickly.
Fang Yun stepped forward, reached out and touched the stone lion of which only half of its head was left, as if he was missing something.
Pedestrians on the street walked around from a distance, whispering and pointing.
"I, Zhang Longxiang, am back!" Fang Yun said, and pushed the door hard, announcing that he was home.
BANG…
The gate collapsed and dust flew.
The dust was pressed down by an invisible force an inch away from Fang Yun and fell to the ground, leaving clear traces.
Flutter...
The sparrows were startled and circled in the sky, chirping.
Fang Yun's mouth twitched and he walked forward expressionlessly.
"Which bastard dares to come to the Zhang Mansion to cause trouble! Aren't you afraid that I will pull out your balls and feed them to the dogs? Are you the scum of the Gou family?" A childish but arrogant voice came from deep in the courtyard.
Fang Yun could tell that this voice not only contained anger, but also a hint of trembling fear.
Fang Yun did not answer and walked forward along the gravel road covered with fine green grass. There were rockery and flower beds on both sides of the road, but they were all abandoned, with weeds and trees everywhere. The chirping of katydids could be heard faintly.
At the end of the road is the gate leading to the inner courtyard. A plaque is hung diagonally on the gate, and above the plaque there is a swallow's nest.
Through the gate, you can see that there is a relatively tidy yard inside. A child about eleven or twelve years old is standing in front of the gate, holding a kitchen knife in each hand.
The child was wearing a dark red robe that was quite expensive, but it was quite worn out and had many patches on it, indicating that it was quite old.
Fang Yun looked carefully.
It was a little boy with messy hair and a clean face. His eyes were bright and his dark pupils were like shiny black gemstones.
There was just a scar about an inch long on his forehead.
The little boy raised his chin proudly, his face seemed full of stubbornness, and he did not hide the vigilance and anger in his eyes.
The big and the small looked at each other.
The little boy stared at "Zhang Longxiang" for a long time and muttered to himself: "I seem to have seen you somewhere."
Fang Yong looked at the little boy with a very complicated look. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Jing'an, it's me."
The little boy raised his eyebrows and said carelessly, "It seems that you know my name. Seeing that you are wearing a Hanlin robe, I believe you will not bully a child like me. Sir, what are you doing in Zhang's house?"
"It's me!" Fang Yun emphasized again in a low voice.
Zhang Jing'an was stunned, his eyes flashed with suspicion, and he looked at Fang Yun carefully. The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.
"You must have seen my portrait." Fang Yun continued to hint.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning in Zhang Jing'an's eyes, which became extremely bright in an instant. He widened his eyes, loosened his hands, and two kitchen knives fell to the ground. He was so scared that he quickly took a half step back.
"You are not the brother of that old guy Zhang Longxiang, are you? I heard from Grandpa Hua that your uncle and third uncle died in the war, and your eldest and second aunts married far away in other countries." Zhang Jing'an's eyes moved up and down slightly, constantly looking at Fang Yun.
"How dare you!" Fang Yun shouted angrily. The power of his talent made Zhang Jing'an's small body tremble.
Zhang Jing'an rolled his eyes, revealing an expression of disbelief, and said, "You...you are not Zhang Longxiang, are you?"
"If you dare to call me father's name again next time, don't blame me for enforcing the rules!" Fang Yun's eyes widened, his talent surged, his robes fluttered lightly, and he exuded a strong majesty.
Zhang Jing'an's eyes flashed with excitement, and he took a step forward with his left foot, but then retracted it like lightning. His face instantly turned cold and pale.
"You've come to the wrong place. I don't have a father. Zhang Longxiang died a long time ago! My mother, Grandpa Hua and I depend on each other. I have no father since I was born. Stop pretending in front of me. This is my old house. Please leave immediately. If you dare to mess around, I will yell at you! You are pretending to be a traitorous Hanlin. I am tired of your life!" Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun with contempt.
"Hmph!" Fang Yun snorted coldly and continued to move forward, entered the inner courtyard, and looked around the surrounding environment.
"Where is Uncle Hua? Even if you, little bastard, don't recognize me, he will recognize me." Fang Yun said as he walked.
A look of sadness flashed across Zhang Jing'an's eyes. He clearly wanted to continue scolding, but he finally said slowly: "Grandpa Hua was beaten by the Gou family in order to protect me. He died two months ago."
"Is that old dog Gou Bao still alive?" Fang Yun asked sternly.
Zhang Jing'an's eyes flashed with hatred, and he said, "Of course the old dog is alive! And he is alive and well. Even the little dog named Gou Zhi is about to be promoted to Grand Secretary."
"The Qishan army is far away from Jingzhou city. Gou Bao should be in the army. Who is in charge of the Gou family in Jingzhou?" Fang Yun asked.
Jingzhou was the capital of the State of Chu.
"It's the little dog named Gou Zhi!" Zhang Jing'an said gritting his teeth.
"Take out the flag of the Pearl River Army. I want to go to the Gou family!" Fang Yun ordered.
Zhang Jing'an's eyes turned red, he gritted his teeth and said with a slight cry: "It has been taken away by the Gou family and became Gou Zhi's collection. Every time the Gou family holds a literary gathering, he will show it off!"
Fang Yun was furious and asked, "Where are the generals of the Pearl River Army?"
Zhang Jing'an straightened his neck, stared at Fang Yun with his dark eyes, and shouted stubbornly: "Where is Zhang Longxiang!"
Fang Yun was stunned and remained silent.
Zhang Wankong and Zhang Longxiang, one missing and the other arrested, were both suspected of treason. The generals of the Pearl River Army had no choice but to bide their time and exercise patience. Otherwise, it would be like handing a knife to the King of Chu.
"Well, come with me to Gou's house and bring back the flag of the Pearl River Army!" Fang Yun said and turned to walk out.
Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun's back, tears welling up in his eyes, but the child gritted his teeth to prevent the tears from flowing out.
"Why should I listen to you!" Zhang Jing'an yelled.
Fang Yun's shoulders shook slightly and he moved forward silently. That roar was filled with ten years of expectations, ten years of disappointment, and ten years of suffering.
"If you want to take back the flag of the Pearl River Army, follow me!" Fang Yun continued forward without looking back, and was about to walk out of the gate.
"Let me see what you can do!" Zhang Jing'an walked forward a few steps, then suddenly turned back, picked up two kitchen knives, and followed him with big strides, his little face flushed with excitement.
Fang Yun walked out of Zhang's house and got on the carriage.
"You drive the car." Then he entered the car.
"You..." Zhang Jing'an stared at the carriage angrily, and found that he could no longer see the person inside. He hesitated for a few breaths, snorted coldly, threw the kitchen knife onto the frame, jumped onto the carriage, grabbed the whip, and gently whipped it in mid-air.
Snapped…
"drive!"
Zhang Jing'an drove the cart in an orderly manner, but his two thin eyebrows were knitted together.
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