Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 220 - 146 Visiting Relatives_2

Chapter 220: 146 Visiting Relatives_2

"Roll!"

The servant knocked Jiang Hanlin’s hand away and pushed him down onto the street.

Jiang Hanlin rolled twice, his entire body soaked in mud.

"Waste, what do you think you are?"

The servant sneered disdainfully and walked away flicking his sleeve.

Jiang Hanlin slowly got up, dispirited, and sat down in a corner.

After a while, he took out the oilpaper-wrapped package from his bosom.

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...

The carriage stopped outside the Government Office.

Fang Zhixing got out of the carriage and looked up to see Ding Zhigang leading a group of Government Officials hanging up big red flowers and draping red cloth over the entrance.

Fang Zhixing exclaimed in surprise, "Big brother, what are you all doing?"

Ding Zhigang smiled and said, "Younger brother, the eldest son will soon be coming home to visit his family."

Fang Zhixing’s eyebrows inadvertently raised.

Luo Peiyun’s eldest son, Luo Keji, was coming back!

Luo Keji had great martial talent and had been devotedly cultivating in the County, rarely coming home.

Fang Zhixing felt somewhat taken aback and asked, "When did this happen, and why was there no word of it before?"

Ding Zhigang spread his hands and replied, "Ah, the eldest son’s movements are naturally secretive. I only received the notice this morning myself; it was quite sudden, and I’ve been extremely busy."

Fang Zhixing understood and was internally speechless.

Xigou, seeing this, scoffed with a laugh, "See, this is what they mean when they say plans can’t keep up with changes. The more you want to leave early, the less you can."

Fang Zhixing curled his lip slightly, pondered for a moment, then immediately headed to the drill ground. Ignoring the rain, he assembled all the Infantry and Archers to instill discipline.

"The eldest son will be returning home shortly. Everyone better perk up and greet the arrival of the eldest son with your best appearance. Understand?" Fang Zhixing ordered.

"Understood!"

The crowd bellowed in unison, loudly and in sync.

Before they knew it, the rain had lessened.

Fang Zhixing, Ding Zhigang, and Wen Yudong, the three of them, braved the rain and stood in front of the city gate, looking forward expectantly.

Before long, a plain carriage arrived at the city gate.

The coachman was a young man in white, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a saber at his waist.

Fang Zhixing’s eyes narrowed slightly as he said softly, "The ruts are quite deep."

Hearing that, Ding Zhigang leaned forward to look closely and only then noticed the two deep tracks left behind by the carriage.

Although the wetness from the rain could be a factor, the road was paved with gravel and was fairly hard. Unless it was a heavy carriage, it wouldn’t be possible to leave such noticeable wheel ruts.

Just as both men were puzzling over this, Wen Yudong suddenly dashed out into the rain, waving his hands excitedly and calling out, "Brother!"

The youth in white lifted his head and laughed, "Brother, I’m back!"

Seeing this, Ding Zhigang promptly said, "That person is the Wen family steward’s eldest son, Wen Yulin!"

Fang Zhixing now understood and immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Ding Zhigang followed closely behind.

The carriage stopped at the city gate.

"This humble servant respectfully welcomes the eldest son!"

Fang Zhixing and the others suddenly became solemn and bowed ceremoniously and respectfully.

"Dispense with the formalities."

A calm voice came from the carriage, seemingly filled with an endless oppressive force.

The carriage curtain was lifted slightly, and a gaze peeked out, smiling, "Yudong, long time no see."

Wen Yudong was moved and said, "Yudong has also missed the eldest son very much."

"Mm, the rain is heavy; let’s talk more at home."

The carriage curtain closed, and the oppressive presence disappeared with it.

Fang Zhixing and the others exhaled a sigh of relief, only then beginning to breathe in fresh air again.

The carriage slowly moved forward, entering the city gate.

Everyone promptly followed, accompanying the carriage back to the County Government.

A moment later...

The carriage stopped at the entrance to the Government Office.

Wen Yulin got out first, standing aside with his hands bound.

Then, a large hand lifted the carriage curtain, and the front of the carriage dipped sharply.

The next instant, an exceptionally burly figure emerged from the carriage.

Fang Zhixing and the others looked up and their pupils slightly constricted.

At that moment, the man standing at the carriage’s head had a very young face, looking much younger than Luo Kezhao.

His stature was incredibly tall, reaching the astonishing height of over two and a half meters.

He was dressed in a pale purple tight-fitting suit, with a piece of silver soft armor peeking out from under his shirt collar at the chest, and a black long sword hung at his waist.

The man was tall and mighty with muscles that spoke of his invincibility.

As he stepped down from the carriage, the vehicle’s front end sharply reared up.

In that moment, the poor carriage wheel seemed to release a great pressure, lifting upwards slightly.

Luo Keji cast a casual glance at the crowd; it was a gaze of leisurely superiority.

Everyone bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Just then, Luo Peiyun, accompanied by the lady of the house, walked out.

"Father! Mother!"

Luo Keji’s face broke into a happy smile, and he walked over and knelt to kowtow.

"My son, rise quickly!" The lady of the house said gleefully, helping her son to his feet.

She was only tall enough to reach Luo Keji’s waist, making her look petite and delicate.

Luo Peiyun smiled and asked, "Keji, was your journey smooth?"

Luo Keji nodded and said, "It was fine. I only encountered a few petty thieves on the road, all taken care of by Yulin."

"As long as you are safe."

The lady of the house clutched her son’s hand tightly, "Let’s go inside, don’t stand in the rain at the doorway."

The crowd then turned and entered the grand hall of the government office.

The banquet was already prepared, and everyone took their seats to eat and drink.

Before long, Fang Zhixing and Ding Zhigang stood up and went over to offer a toast.

Luo Peiyun introduced them, "You already know Chief Constable Ding, and this is the new Commander Fang Zhixing."

Fang Zhixing raised his cup and said respectfully, "I am of humble skills, and I wish the eldest young master prosperity in the martial arts."

Luo Keji sized up Fang Zhixing and nodded lightly, "To be promoted to Commander at such a young age, it seems your martial arts talent is not bad."

Fang Zhixing continued, "I dare not accept such praise. In front of the eldest young master, I am nothing but a puddle of mud, not worth a smile."

Luo Keji chuckled, "Mud that can be plastered against a wall is the good kind of mud."

Fang Zhixing replied seriously, "I will strive to be the best mud I can be."

"Hahaha, interesting!"

Luo Keji, amused, said directly, "Father, where did you find this sycophant?"

Luo Peiyun replied with a smile, "It’s fate. He’s not only good at flattering; his abilities are also outstanding. At least until now, he has not botched a single thing."

Luo Keji took another look at Fang Zhixing.

The welcoming feast continued for over two hours before it ended.

Fang Zhixing and the others dispersed.

"Brother, let’s talk," Ding Zhigang called to Fang Zhixing, and the two headed to the Prefectural Governor’s Office together.

Fang Zhixing was also thinking of having a chat with him.

Sitting down, Ding Zhigang sighed, "The eldest young master has returned. We must be cautious in the future. He is skilled in both the literary and martial arts, inscrutable, and not one to be compared with the second young master."

Fang Zhixing could not help but ask, "Have you served the eldest young master before?"

Ding Zhigang shook his head, "The eldest young master went to the County long ago. When he was here, I was just an arrest officer and did not have many chances to interact with him.

However, I have heard many times from others that the eldest young master is very intelligent, and in front of him, one should never play any clever tricks."

Fang Zhixing took note and replied with a smile, "Dare I? We keep an honest character, do our duties honestly, and fulfill our loyalties—that is all."

Ding Zhigang deeply agreed.

No one had yet figured out the temperament of the long-absent eldest young master. It was necessary to keep a low profile to avoid offending him.

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In the room, Luo Keji sat down.

Wen Yulin stood to one side, arms crossed over his chest.

Wen Yudong stood with his hands tied, his eyes lowered in submission.

Then, Luo Keji spoke up, "Now tell me, how exactly did my incompetent younger brother die?"

Wen Yudong narrated in detail, without missing any detail.

"Hahaha~"

Upon hearing the account, Luo Keji couldn’t help bursting out laughing, jeering, "Luo Kezhao was such trash, I didn’t expect him to die so pathetically at the hands of a rebel, what a colossal disgrace."

Wen Yudong’s face fell, and he pursed his lips.

He knew that Luo Keji and Luo Kezhao were not born of the same mother, and their brotherhood had always been lukewarm.

"Oh, pardon me."

Luo Keji stopped himself with a smirk, "I forgot, you and the second brother grew up together and were very close. His death must have been very painful for you."

Wen Yudong’s eyes glistened, and he said mournfully, "I am incompetent for not protecting the second young master."

Luo Keji appeared indifferent, a slight smile on his face, "You can’t be blamed. Aristocratic youths who are too weak can indeed be easily taken down."