Lord of Puluo

Whoops! Whoops!

The dark locomotive, blowing out white steam, traveled on the rails. new

Bang! Bang!

The crankshaft pulls the connecting rod, causing the wheels to rotate rapidly, rhythmically hitting the gaps in the rails.

Ouch!

A whistle.

A train with only five carriages passed through the tunnel, traveled through the valley, and headed towards the vast wilderness of Pulao State.

In the third carriage, a beautiful woman was drawing her eyebrows in front of the dressing table.

Why is there a dressing table in the carriage?

Why is she dressing up in the carriage?

Not only can she dress up in the carriage, she can also dance in the carriage.

Because she was the only one in this carriage.

She is Zhuo Yuling, the second wife of the head of the Lu family, Lu Dongliang.

This train is a special train for the Lu family, a wealthy family in Puzhou.

Now, she is the hostess of this train.

The first carriage contained burning coal.

The second carriage contained luggage and car expenses.

The third carriage is the owner's bedroom.

The fourth carriage is the restaurant and card room.

The fifth carriage is divided into two guest rooms.

Zhuo Yuling styled her hair in hand-pushed waves, with dark eye shadow but very light blush. Her fair cheeks set off bright red lips.

She was wearing a blue indanthrine high-collar cheongsam, the hem just reached her knees, and the slits on both sides revealed a little of the lace of her petticoat. Her narrow waist and slightly padded beauty shoulders gave her an enchanting air. Luxurious.

Zhuo Yuling is in her late twenties, and her exquisite clothes and makeup make her look less than thirty.

squeak~

The carriage door was pushed open, and the figure of Lu Dongliang, the head of the Lu family, appeared under the light yellow wall lamp.

The fine smile lines rose together with the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, and Zhuo Yuling showed a sweet smile in the mirror.

Zhuo Yuling didn't like to wear shoes. She walked barefoot on the dark yellow floral carpet. When she came to Lu Dongliang, she called out affectionately: Master.

Lu Dongliang, who was over fifty years old, pinched Zhuo Yuling's cheek and felt that this woman was still as charming as when he first met her, and could bring him some comfort at any time.

But it's just a trace.

The tired Lu Dongliang took off his suit, unbuttoned his waistcoat, loosened his tie, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of foreign wine, and poured himself a glass.

After drinking half of the wine, the depression in his heart was quickly written on his face, and Lu Dongliang couldn't help but sigh.

Zhuo Yuling sat next to Lu Dongliang, took out a cigarette from the iron cigarette case, put it on her red lips, lit a match, lit the cigarette, and brought it to Lu Dongliang's mouth: Master, what are you unhappy about? ?”

Lu Dongliang took the cigarette and took a deep puff: He Jiaqing will be back tomorrow. He was playing cards with his aunt He Yuxiu just now. From what she said, I am afraid that he will regret his marriage to Xiaolan.

He Jiaqing is the legitimate son of the powerful He family in Puzhou.

Lu Xiaolan is the daughter of Zhuo Yuling and Lu Dongliang.

If it weren't for the decline of the He family in recent years, it would be impossible for the legitimate son of the He family to marry the concubine of the Lu family.

Zhuo Yuling smiled calmly: Master, didn't we discuss it before? Xiaolan will not let He Jiaqing return to Puozhou alive.

Lu Dongliang chewed his cigarette and frowned: That boy from the He family is extremely talented and has Xuansheng Honglian in his hand. He is not an easy character to deal with. I am worried about Xiaolan...

Zhuo Yuling shook her head: Master, you are overthinking. That boy from the He family is just a mediocre person. He spent his good years without paying attention to cultivation and went to study in Huan Kingdom. Four years were wasted in vain. What did he get?

Lu Dongliang touched the mustache on his upper lip: Young man, you are too playful. If you wait until he takes charge of the He family's business...

Zhuo Yuling stood up and came to the record player: Those who can't control their playfulness are mediocre people. If a mediocre person takes the treasure, he should be a dead man. As long as he gets on the train, he will definitely die.

The record player was a foot taller than the bedside table, and there were three golden speakers, one large, two small, and three on top.

Zhuo Yuling picked up an iron cup and added two glasses of water to the small bell mouth on the left.

Lu Dongliang looked at Zhuo Yuling and said, I heard that the young gang leader of Jiang Xiang Gang also wants to attack Honglian. He has status in Huan State, and this person is not easy to deal with.

Zhuo Yuling sneered: You are talking about Xiao Zhenggong, right? This idiot is not even a mediocre person, he is just a cockroach, a disgusting cockroach,

If it weren't for his father's banner, Xiao Zhenggong would have been trampled to death long ago. How could he possibly defeat Xiaolan with his little thoughts?

Zhuo Yuling leaned down, opened the cabinet door of the record player, lit a candle wick inserted in the grease on an iron box filled with gelatin.

call!

A light blue flame ignited, and after a while, some white mist spewed out from the left horn.

new

laugh! laugh! laugh!

This is a steam powered record player.

Prozhou is a special place. It is impossible to store a large amount of fuel here, nor can it use electricity on a large scale. The steam engine is used to the extreme.

Driven by the gears, the record player's tray began to rotate with the spitting of steam.

Zhuo Yuling took a bakelite record and placed it on the record player tray.

Lu Dongliang put out his cigarette and leaned back on the sofa: It's not that I can't trust Xiaolan, I'm just worried...

I just can't trust Xiaolan, Zhuo Yuling smiled helplessly, From the time I gave birth to her to now, I have never looked at her.

While talking, Zhuo Yuling placed the needle on the record.

Among the fine noises, a melodious cello prelude sounded.

After the prelude, the piano accompanied the violin, laying out a soothing rhythm, and a calm and deep singing followed:

The color of the moon is so blurry.

The earth is covered with night mist.

The person in my dream,

Where are you

Dream Man, Zhuo Yuling's favorite song.

No electricity, no magnetic disks, the ancient record player only requires the friction between the needle and the record.

Zhuo Yuling stepped forward, pulled up Lu Dongliang on the sofa, buried her head in Lu Dongliang's arms, hugged him, and slowly danced to the beautiful tune.

Lu Dongliang hugged Zhuo Yuling's waist, still looking worried: If He Jiaqing dies, won't Xuansheng Honglian have to live in Huan Kingdom?

Zhuo Yuling frowned slightly. At this time, she didn't want to talk about these trivial matters: Xiaolan has already inquired about it. He Jiaqing has a friend named Li Banfeng. He knows the whereabouts of Honglian.

After killing He Jiaqing, Xiaolan will go to Li Banfeng, and she will naturally have a way to bring Honglian back.

Lu Dongliang didn't quite hear it clearly: What's the name of the friend of He Jiaqing you just mentioned, Li?

Li Banfeng.

Half crazy? Lu Dongliang was startled, This name is so strange.

Zhuo Yuling smiled: Master, you don't need to remember his name. It's not important. When Xiaolan asks about Honglian's whereabouts, this person will no longer be in this world.

What kind of person is he? Is he also a mediocre person? Lu Dongliang was very cautious, fearing that any link would go wrong.

Zhuo Yuling sneered: He is not even a mediocre person, he is not even a human being.

Lu Dongliang touched Zhuo Yuling's hair: Then he is also a cockroach like Xiao Zhenggong?

Zhuo Yuling shook her head: It's worth less than the life of a cockroach.

Lu Dongliang became even more curious: What kind of person is this?

How can I describe this? Zhuo Yuling didn't know how to describe it.

A trace of black ash floated out of the record player's fuel tank and landed on Lu Dongliang's collar.

It's time to clean the record player's filter.

Zhuo Yuling wiped Lu Dongliang's collar with her fingers, looked at the black dust on her fingertips, and said with a smile: He is as humble as this dust. He has no parents, no relatives, he has nothing.

He grew up in an orphanage and went to college by carrying bricks, carrying large bags, and setting up a street vendor.

Such people will die as soon as they die, just like blowing away the dust, no one will care.

After speaking, Zhuo Yuling took a breath and blew away the dust on her fingertips.

Ouch~

A whistle.

The train jolted.

Lu Dongliang's dance steps are still steady, which is the foundation of traveling training.

The soles of Zhuo Yuling's feet were covered with fine fuzz, which firmly grasped the carpet under her feet.

This is the talent of physical training.

After the bump, the two continued to dance in each other's arms.

…

The next day.

Huan Guo, Yue Dong Province, Yuezhou City, Yuezhou University, No. 6 House, Dormitory No. 606.

Li Banfeng was lying on the bunk and taking a nap.

In his sleep, he drove his yacht and took a group of young girls with him to enjoy the sea breeze.

The best actress at the last Golden Dollar Award held Li Banfeng's hand and entered the bedroom of the yacht...

Li Banfeng, who was hugging the pillow with his clear breath flowing, was about to reach the peak of his life in his sleep, when he suddenly heard someone calling in his ear:

Ban Feng, save me.

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Dream Man is a famous song during the Republic of China. In Stephen Chow's movie Kung Fu, the song was used as an episode, and the landlord and the landlord danced together in the song.

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