Chapter 2 second quarter

The faint sound of horseshoes woke Rong Yushan from his sleep.He wanted to sit up from the big soft bed, but the bones in his back were as stiff as if locked. Hearing Rong Jijiu's groans, the attendants guarding the bedroom immediately pushed aside the gauze curtain and came forward to help, then picked up the brocade cloak hanging at the corner of the bed, and gently covered Rong Yushan's shoulders. Rong Yushan squinted at the servant's chubby face, and was about to speak, but couldn't remember his name for a while.Rong Yushan hesitated for a while, then waved silently.The attendant brought the warm water basin that had been prepared earlier, and there were lightly scented flower petals floating on the water.

——In the gang, down to the little brother who washes the horse, I remember all the names... Six fingers dipped in the water, slowly drenching his scarred and wrinkled face. ——Are you really old? ... The sound of hoofbeats outside continued, and he knew that the rider was his son. Putting on his shoes and picking up his crutches, Rong Yushan slowly walked out of the room. It was an early summer afternoon, but the breeze outside made his body shiver. "Good afternoon, let's sacrifice wine." The subordinates guarding the left and right sides of the room bowed their heads and said.

Rong Yushan remembered their names, and they had been working by his side for more than two years.Rong Yushan wondered if it was time to replace them. Ever since he decided to train his son to be his successor ten years ago, Rong Yushan has constantly replaced his subordinates.The confidantes who used to start the gang either died or returned to their hometowns, or were transferred to branches in other provinces.Over the past ten years, several groups of senior cadres have changed.He didn't want anyone on his staff with special status—anyone with seniority and real power to threaten his son after his death.

Lacking confidantes like Pang Wenying's "Four Great Disciples", the result is that Rong Yushan has to personally handle all matters big and small.However, with his extraordinary courage, he still maintained the "Feng Yilong" organization of this department in a tight and orderly manner. Maybe it's for this reason that I am much older than Pang's second child—Rong Yushan often thinks so. He stepped forward and leaned against the vermilion railing on the second floor, overlooking the huge back garden below. Rong Xiaoshan was naked from the upper body, riding the purebred black horse from the Western Regions, galloping heartily around the carp pond.Sweat reflected a little bit of sunlight on his snow-white chest, his long black hair fluttered in the wind, and both the man and the horse were filled with restless energy.

Rong Yushan smiled.This child is so handsome, there is nothing more beautiful than this child in the world... He once thought that he would not be able to have a son. ——Since that time... On the east side of the garden, there is an open space for martial arts practice.A tall flagpole was erected next to the weapon rack, and the black "Feng" flag fluttered lazily in the summer wind. Rong Yushan once believed sincerely that he could die for this banner.Many times he almost took this fate, and he never hesitated in the most painful and dangerous moments. However, since "Feng Yilong" dominated the underworld in the capital and monopolized the private salt sales business, he inevitably got involved in court politics, and his thinking gradually changed.

The so-called loyalty is just a relationship, the whole world is so simple - the relationship between people, whose hand is in whose pocket. Losing the belief in the past made Rong Yushan even more convinced that there is only one meaning left in his life. It was this boy who was riding down there, his flesh and blood.He wants to leave all the best things in the world to this child. At this time, Rong Xiaoshan reined in the steed, easily jumped off the golden saddle, and caressed the horse's mane lovingly.Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei, who had been standing in front of the gazebo, stepped forward, Meng Zhen took the reins, and Mao Gonglei handed over the sweat towel and clothes.

Rong Xiaoshan saw his father standing on the second floor, smiled and waved. Rong Yushan looked at them and didn't respond.He sent Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei to his son a long time ago, in the hope that his son could make good use of these two old friends and build his own stable team. ——But it seems that it can't be done, Xiaoshan doesn't have enough stamina to use these two people. "Call the young master up. I have something to tell him." Rong Yushan gave an order, and the subordinates on the left rushed downstairs immediately. — time is running out.How many more years can I live?five years?three years?Even if Xiaoshan officially takes over, I will have to watch it for a long time... I can't wait any longer...

When Rong Yushan was meditating, his son was already standing beside him.The youthful body exuding heat just after exercising made my father feel relieved.He took the cloth towel from his son and wiped the sweat off his face. "Father, this horse was given by my adoptive father! Did you see it just now? The hoofs are tight and powerful!" Rong Yushan silently handed the cloth towel to his subordinates, then raised his hand to signal them to leave.Rong Xiaoshan knew that his father was going to talk about something serious, so he immediately restrained his excited smile. "Yu Runsheng...he has been in the capital for a long time, right?"

"Well...it's been a year." Rong Xiaoshan folded his arms. "He has made a lot of money. The construction business of Wuchangfang and Hehefang alone has taken over 50% for him. There is also a bonus for depositing salt in the southwest..." "I gave him a lot." Rong Yushan interrupted his son. "But he didn't do anything for us." He turned his face away and looked down at the fish pond in the middle of the garden. The breeze blew up circles of ripples, and the shadow of a carp swimming under the water. "it's time." Rong Xiaoshan's thick eyebrows inherited from his father twitched, and his left fist was half raised, with an expression of eagerness to try.

"What if he...disobedient?" "Tie his arms up." Rong Yushan lightly leaned on the wooden floor with his crutches. "Let him know: what we give him can be taken back at any time." "I know how to do it." Rong Xiaoshan grinned. "There is one more thing that you must keep in mind." When Rong Xiaoshan was about to turn around and leave, his father tugged at his sleeve again and said.Rong Yushan glanced at Mengzhen and Mengzhen who were still standing in the garden, and then moved closer to his son's face. "Father doesn't know how many days he can live. It doesn't matter if he is sick or something happens. If I go, the first thing you need to do is to kill the two of them."

Rong Xiaoshan was stunned.He looked down at the two in the garden, and then at his father. "But they're just—" "Just remember it."