Chapter 28: Stepping on Lu Ping'an's corpse

Ning Zhao felt helpless, pursed her red lips and stopped admonishing Lu Fan.

The good-tempered attitude of the young master meant that someone was about to be in trouble.

However, she also became alert. Ever since what happened with Han Lianxiao, Ning Zhao adjusted her mindset.

Unless she dies, she will not let anyone hurt the young master.

Although, she couldn't tell how strong the young master was.

However, as the young master's guardian maid, the young master's life is her destiny.

On the shore of Beiluo Lake, there is a pier with three or two fishing boats moored.

Fishing boats are used to catch fish. Beiluo Lake is rich in large and fat spotted sea bass. If the fish is of good quality, one can be sold at a high price of two taels of silver. It is the favorite delicacy on the table of aristocratic families.

At nightfall, a row of flower boats decorated with lights come from Zuichen Pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake. The shores of Beiluo Lake will become a bustling place with lights, romance and beauty.

During the day, the flower boats are moored near the island in the middle of the lake.

Ning Zhao found a fishing boat. The boatman was an old man wearing a bamboo hat and had a silly smile on his face but his front teeth were leaking.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and was carried onto the small fishing boat by Ning Zhao and Nie Zhangqing.

After everyone got on the boat, the old boatman grabbed the slender pole and plunged it into the lake with a thud. Then, with a little skillful effort, the fishing boat slowly cut through the ripples and sailed out.

The sound of horse hooves exploded.

When the boat Lu Fan was on floated far away from the lake.

On the shore, Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan rode over on horseback, pulled the reins to stop the horses, and looked out from the shore.

"Does he really dare to go?"

Liu Ye looked at the boat floating away and said in surprise.

"A maidservant of the one-ring master and a driver of the six-ring master, this is the confidence."

Chen Beixun's beautiful beard fluttered in the wind as he glanced at Liu Ye.

He turned around, looked at the fishing boats that were gradually becoming blurred in the mist on the lake, and gently stroked his beautiful beard.

"However, scholars are romantic. Some Confucian scholars who have achieved fame but are not successful can only spread their reputation by making up some romantic affairs through Zuichen Pavilion. If they disturb Zuichen Pavilion, they will cause trouble. Even Lu Changkong will have to think twice."

"He, Lu Fan, is also a well-read scholar. If he were to be criticized by the Confucian scholars of Beiluo, he would probably lose all hope, lose his mind, and even become depressed until the end of his life."

"Then, if someone accidentally falls into the lake and drowns, even if Lu Changkong returns... he won't be able to say anything."

Chen Beixun held the horsewhip, and the corners of his mouth hidden under his beautiful beard curled up in a hint of wisdom.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan's eyes also lit up.

Being able to become the heirs of aristocratic families, they are naturally not good-for-nothings.

"Brother Beixun, this move is cruel enough."

"This morning, Lu Changkong left the city for the capital. If Lu Fan were to be condemned by the public, he would be completely hopeless. However, his two Grandmaster followers are more difficult to deal with."

"However, we Confucian scholars all have a great and righteous spirit. The great and righteous spirit of Confucianism is not something we are afraid of even the Grandmaster."

"Besides, the Confucian scholars present here all have achievements and honors, and many of them look up to the Imperial Master. If Lu Ping'an allows his Grand Master's followers to go on a killing spree, it would be tantamount to offending the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou, and it would be difficult to resolve the situation."

Zhu Yishan laughed.

"Scholars' mouths are the most vicious." Liu Ye also echoed.

Chen Beixun stroked his beautiful beard and dismounted from his horse.

Looking at the misty lake, he said calmly: "Lu Ping'an's master is not a problem. My sword sect... also has a master backup. Lu Changkong thought that my sword sect would not dare to start a war, but he was wrong. The situation has changed. Today, I will step on Lu Ping'an's corpse to let Lu Changkong know..."

"My sword school will officially debut."

That’s all.

The three of them found a small boat, created ripples, and chased after Lu Fan's small fishing boat.

Naturally, they didn't want to miss the excitement on Beiluo Lake.

…

The old man paddled the boat into the water, startling the fish swimming underwater and causing them to run around in panic.

As the fishing boats sailed, a breeze carrying cool water vapor blew in.

The wind blew Lu Fan's hair, making it fly gracefully.

Ni Yu lay on the side of the boat with the chessboard on his back, covering his chest and crying.

I am about to vomit up the food I ate the night before.

She was... seasick.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao both put their hands on the handles of their weapons, standing on both sides of Lu Fan.

Their gaze was grim, scanning the hazy, misty lake.

With their master's keen sense of smell, they could vaguely smell the scent of danger. The surface of the lake...seemed calm, but it was actually not calm.

The old man seemed to sense something was wrong and slowed down his rowing.

"Uncle, keep rowing..."

"I'll give you double the silver."

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand, and gently playing with the black chess piece with the other hand, and said lightly.

A hint of struggle appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

Finally, he showed a smile with a missing front tooth.

"You are such a real kid."

The old man rowed the boat again and even sang loudly to give himself courage, singing an authentic Beiluo folk song.

The singing sound lingered around the lake, which was quite unique.

Lu Fan glanced at the old man who was singing at the top of his lungs, and tapped his thumb lightly on the chess piece between his index and middle fingers.

The island in the middle of Beiluo Lake is actually not very big.

The entire island is disc-shaped, with a diameter of about ten miles.

The peninsula’s peach trees are planted on the island. Now is the peach blossom season, with pink blossoms and clusters of flowers.

There are no other buildings on the island except the "Zuichen Pavilion".

As the fishing boat swayed, Lu Fan and his companions could clearly see the island in the middle of the lake shrouded in fog.

There is a six-story tower vaguely visible on the island, with red walls, flying eaves, and glazed tiles... Big red lanterns are hung on every floor, and there are red gauze fluttering in the wind, exuding a charming atmosphere.

It is truly a building that is extremely decadent.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

His physical strength increased to 1 point, and his eyesight improved a lot. He could vaguely see that every floor of Zuichen Pavilion was crowded with beautiful singing girls. Some of them held their handkerchiefs in their orchid fingers, some wore delicate makeup, and some covered their faces with round paper fans. They looked at the swaying fishing boat where Lu Fan was, pushing and shoving each other, and laughing coquettishly.

Nie Zhangqing looked normal.

Ning Zhao frowned and cursed, "How disrespectful!"

Ni Yu: “Ugh…”

Still seasick...

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Lu Fan put the black chess piece back into the chess box and placed his index fingers together on the wool blanket.

The expression on his face gradually became serious.

Look up and forward.

Staggering in the hazy smoke...

One flower boat after another broke through the smoke and sailed out.

There were more than twenty of them in a row, and almost all the flower boats of Zuichen Pavilion were mobilized.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The old boatman pulled down the oar in panic, stopping the boat from moving forward.

In the smoke, one after another, flower boats that were taller, more gorgeous and more luxurious than the shabby fishing boats sailed out.

On the boat, there stood one after another elegant scholars wearing long gowns, jade crowns, and hairpins. They were either filled with righteous indignation, or looked at Lu Fan and others on the fishing boat with a cold brow, or with an expressionless face.

"Young Master Lu... Brother Liu and Brother Zhu said that Young Master Lu wanted to take over Zuichen Pavilion for his own selfish reasons and disband the girls in the pavilion. Is that true?"

"Lu Ping'an, as scholars, we should be fair in our hearts. What crime has Zuichen Pavilion committed? Just because you have a leg disease and can't do romantic things, you want to destroy it?"

"There is righteousness in the world, and justice is in people's hearts. Even prostitutes are human beings. They represent a profession that is generally accepted by the public... Since it is a profession, it has dignity. What you, Lu Ping'an, are doing is to make these girls homeless and destroy their lives. It is an evil act!"

"I will never agree to it!"

On the flower boat, the Confucian scholars stood at the bow with their hands behind their backs, facing the gentle lake breeze, outlining their resolute bodies and speaking in sonorous and resounding voices.

It was like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, startling a flock of gulls and herons.

There were twenty or thirty flower boats and more than a hundred Confucian scholars.

They looked at each other coldly.

…

Behind the Lufan fishing boat, a few miles away, there was a fishing boat swaying in the waves, hanging in the distance.

Chen Beixun, Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan stood on the deck, looking ahead expectantly.

Hundreds of Confucian scholars looked down upon Young Master Lu.

They had planned this scene overnight and had imagined it many times, but seeing it in person still made their blood boil.

It seemed as if all the anger he had suffered in the Lu Mansion in the morning came back to him.

Chen Beixun stroked his beard lightly and squinted his eyes, as if he had everything under control.

"Although these Confucian scholars have achieved fame, many of them are frustrated and depressed. They need a platform to let the world know their reputation. For Confucian scholars, reputation is the most important thing."

"Even if they knew that all this was instigated by our family behind the scenes, they were still willing to plunge into it."

Chen Beixun chuckled.

He was very satisfied with it all.

He really likes the feeling of defeating the opponent without any bloodshed.

Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan were also laughing.

The overall situation in Beiluo City may have been out of their family's control.

But... Lu Fan dared to extend his hand to the family's property, so it was no wonder that Lu Fan was in trouble! They were very curious about how the crippled Young Master Lu would respond.

…

On the fishing boat, looking at this spectacular scene.

Lu Fan smiled.

Nie Zhangqing's calloused hands rested on the butcher knife.

His butcher knife can kill pigs or people, especially those who are unreasonable.

Ning Zhao was so angry that his face turned pale.

Those who are unreasonable are scholars, and those who make unwarranted arguments are also scholars...

The young master had just instructed her yesterday that after disbanding Zuichen Pavilion, she should make sure that every girl was settled.

She wanted to open her mouth to refute.

However, facing hundreds of eloquent scholars, Ning Zhao felt like the words were stuck in his throat and he was unable to speak.

Lu Fan patted Ning Zhao's waist.

Lu Fan gently stroked Ning Zhao, smiling like a flower, and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

"You know that the young master has a good temper towards others."

Then, he turned his head to look at the Confucian scholars on the flower boat, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"But... for idiots, that may not be the case."

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