Lao Wu snorted: It turns out that he is at home, what about reflecting on this?

Xiaobao is gone, for the sake of Xifu as a whole, I have to fight back: Lord Wu, you are not right. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Your nephew committed a crime, your old man sat in the palace, and Lao Xiang's family squatted for review, who was put on it, and it was also psychologically blocked!

Lao Peng immediately came over to help the fist: If you should gamble, you have to block it, Wu Xiangzi was injured for the country and became a cripple. Which is closer, son, nephew?

Lao Huang waved his hand and motioned to Xiaobao to stop saying again: "Don't quarrel, old man! Why are you going?"

Director Shi went out and came back soon: I didn't hear it just now, I'm sorry! Duan Houcheng had made an appointment with me to see His Majesty together, but he sent someone over to say that he wanted to postpone it for a moment, and reported that his leg injury had suddenly flareed up and he couldn't walk, so he was waiting for the family cart to come.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Yelu Fu touched his chin: Another seizure? How old is he!

Old Shi: He's not young anymore! There's no way to do it, he's covered in old wounds. At the beginning, it was almost iron, not to mention the young man, even the greenhouse and such an iron-hearted person were stunned to see him in a wheelchair.

Xiaobao was born as a military officer, and he sympathized with the same disease: the general died in a hundred battles, Duan Houcheng did not stop a hundred battles, and the southern battalion lasted for more than 20 years. Your Majesty should not reward him again, such a loyal minister is really going to be ruined.

When I was old, I looked left and right: In fact, the saint has already shown favor and rewarded him, and depending on the meaning, he should not personally lead the army again.

The words were far away, Lao Wu cared about his nephew, and snorted heavily.

Yelu is dissatisfied: If you have a cold, go home and rest, don't infect it!

Lao Huang: Oh! Continue to talk about Wu Fatzi. In order to solve the king's worries, although Yunhou Rhubarb was reluctant to report the deeds of Ling Gongzi, Xifu still put up a sign for your house as soon as possible. Lao Wu should also understand this, whether your chicken son is a son or a pet is negotiable. You can't compare to the fox son of Hu Paint, the two of them, they live and die in battle, steal things, one command and plan, and one specific work.

Everyone laughs.

Lao Huang continued: Your noble nephew is really a character. resisted arrest and forced several masters to shoot their legs with crossbows. The good kung fu of close quarters is called everyone. Lao Wu, isn't your family a martial arts family?

Lao Wu was furious: My family has been a famous craftsman family in northern Lubei since the previous dynasty, and the kung fu in my hands is used to do work. My stupid nephew is not talented enough to join the army, even if he knows kung fu, he was trained by the old Xiang Duan Houcheng of the Nanda Battalion.

Lao Huang: That's good. Kung Fu things aside, do you want to know how the interrogation has been going on these days?

Lao Wu was silent.

Lao Huang looked at the old time, and the old man was helpless.

Huang Changting: Your nephew is extremely slippery, at first he thought it was dirty, and he bit people everywhere and went into the water. Later, he actually succeeded in the trick, retracted his confession, and then turned it over again, which is really impossible to fight.

But everyone knows about you, and everyone shirks it. The unruly representative of my family came to me, and he was willing to come forward and preside over the torture of your nephew.

Old Wu Enen: It's hard work nephew.

Lao Huang was helpless: It's not hard! You know, when my sister disappeared, I thought that my son could always be reborn, and I was a little ruthless. Fortunately, although this thing is not angry, it is still filial, and I am not to blame.

But the psychology is a bit perverted, and he likes to torture prisoners, but fortunately, he is from the Secret Security Bureau, and there are many perverts there, so it's not a big deal.

The old man was very dissatisfied: Can you stop talking about others? Except for the dozen or so who presided over the interrogation, who is like that?