"Brother Huang, I'm afraid this matter will take a while. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" said Fang Yichuan.

Huang Xin looked at him dissatisfiedly and said, "Master Fang, don't you want to regret it?" ”

"Nothing else. It's just that Perak Hall has an invitation, you see. Fang Yichuan said that the invitation card was handed to Huang Xindao.

Huang Xin took it suspiciously, opened it, and said with a sneer: "Now that the funeral is a funeral, everyone is invited to attend, but it is just that a long-term envoy is so excited." “

"After all, there's a lot at stake. I've already told the hall master about the black gimmick. Presumably, he also wanted to take this opportunity to discuss this matter. Fang Yichuan took the invitation and explained.

Huang Xin thought about it, he himself came to Fangjiazhuang because of rumors, but he was afraid that others would be even more suspicious.

That Perak Hall's move can also be regarded as an opportunity for Fangjiazhuang to correct its name.

"Then I'll go with Master Fang."

The rumors were aimed at him at the beginning, and he had to go on this trip.

"That's for the best. We will set off at the beginning of tomorrow morning, and Brother Huang remembers to be in the lobby on time. Fang Yichuan said and planned to leave.

"Okay." Huang Xin agreed, and suddenly remembered the little brother who defeated him that day, and asked, "Master Fang, can the little brother Wang go with him that day?" “

It is said that the black gimmick hole was proposed by Wang Xiaodi, if he doesn't go, I'm afraid that this matter may not be clear.

After all, no one else has ever heard of it.

Fang Yichuan didn't expect this, and when he heard Huang Xin ask about Little Brother Wang, he sneered: "He is seriously injured and can't go." “

"Seriously injured? I remember that day he was not good? Huang Xin asked in surprise.

"After that there was something else. If Brother Huang is fine, I'll go back first. There are other things to arrange in Zhuangzi. “

Fang Yichuan didn't want to talk about it anymore, not to mention that Huang Xin was just an outsider.

"Master Fang, let's go, Huang is walking around here." Huang Xindao.

Fang Yichuan just walked outside the courtyard and met Yan Juejue and Fang Meng, who had come to visit Wang's younger brother.

"Mengmeng, come with me to Linglong Garden."

After Fang Yichuan finished speaking, he left without waiting for her to answer.

Fang Meng pursed his lips, instructed Yan Juejue a few words, and followed.

"Little girl."

There was a shout from behind, and Yan Juejue looked back and saw that it was Huang Xin.

"Huang Daxia?"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, is the little girl okay?" Huang Xin stepped forward with a smile and asked.

Yan Juejue was entangled in her heart for a long time, after all, the indirect fuse of the little brother's paralysis was the person in front of him.

"I should ask Huang Daxia about this, how is the recovery?" Finally, he felt that it had nothing to do with him, so he spoke.

When Huang Xin saw her like this, he only thought that she was worried about the events of that day.

After all, children, they said they didn't care at the time, and it was not for nothing that they regretted it afterwards.

"Not bad. I heard that your master was seriously injured? Huang Xin suddenly remembered Fang Yichuan's words just now and asked.

Yan Juejue coldly glanced back at Fang Yichuan, who had long since disappeared without a trace, and said, "How can it be so simple to be seriously injured, Huang Daxia will go with makeup." “

"It's fine. There are few people I admire in my life, Huang Xin, and your master is one. There is such kung fu at a young age. Huang Xin nodded and followed.

Yan Juejue's hands couldn't help but clench.

Qian Ling Rin in the courtyard had just gotten up, and Yu Guo was lying on the couch looking at someone who walked out.

Anyway, she wasn't going to get up and serve someone who was bullying her.

"You can sleep a little longer." Qian Ling Rin smiled and helped her tuck the corners of the quilt, put on her coat and went out.

Yu Guo snorted dissatisfiedly and turned his back.

Qian Ling Rin went out to practice the basic moves in the yard, and was about to go back when he saw Shui Qi coming out of the house.

"Little Brother Shui, isn't it long overdue to go?" Qian Ling Rin took the sweat towel handed by the little maid who was waiting on the side, wiped it and asked.

Shui Qi came back and put the package and came out to go shopping, but he ran into Qianren Rin who had finished the morning exercise, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but there was no need to turn back again.

"Don't you know about Perak Hall? It seems that the news of the young master has not always been so well-informed. Shui Qi said with a folding fan.

"What's new?" Qian Ling Rin asked curiously.

He really didn't know.

He didn't contact the owner of Thousand Blades Villa along the way.

The invitation sent by Perak Hall was also sent directly to Huashan, and it would not pass through his hands.

Shui Qi fanned his fan, walked over step by step and said, "No, Perak Hall invites people from all walks of life to participate in the funeral." The young master likes to join in the fun so much, don't you go? “

In fact, Qian Ling Rin has been waiting for this for a long time.

A few days ago, Fang Yichuan unceremoniously planned to drive him away, but he did everything possible to promise that he would not make trouble.

If he goes down to Taihang Mountain, he is afraid that there will be more opportunities for him to disrupt the situation.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits.

He wanted to be the fisherman.

"I'm going. It seems that the little brother of the water is going to go with the owner of Fang Zhuang, and he doesn't mind bringing a thousand of them, right? Qian Ling Rin smiled kindly.

Treacherous!

Who is going to go with him.

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask Uncle Fang about this. After all, Uncle Fang didn't seem to be very full a few days ago, and some people stayed in Fangjiazhuang, right? Shui Qi tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyebrows moved.

Qian Lingrin's face darkened, pulled Shui Qi's fan, and said, "Junior Brother Shui, don't forget what you are here for, do you need someone to inform the owner of Fang Zhuang?" “

He knew that Shui Qi had never mentioned the matter of retiring his relatives, otherwise Fang Yichuan would definitely be the first to beat him out, how could he keep him until today.

However, he doesn't plan to meddle in this matter for the time being, but it's still good to use it to scare and scare Shui Qi.

Shui Qi secretly scolded himself for being stupid in his heart, and he actually proposed to marry Meng Meng with this person at that time, and now he was going to compensate himself.

"That's not necessary."

Shui Qi pulled back the fan, no longer paid attention to Thousand Blades, and took May Wuren to visit Little Brother Wang.

Yan Juejue led Huang Xin to Little Brother Wang's room, and Little Brother Wang's originally closed eyes opened for the first time.

Although his martial arts are gone, his alertness is still there.

"Makeup, didn't you go back?"

Yan Juejue pouted unhappily, the little brother really disliked her, so he didn't answer and walked aside silently.

Junior Brother Wang just felt that Yan Juejue had worked too hard these days, and the already petite person's face was getting thinner and thinner, only the size of a palm, and he felt distressed when he looked at it.

Because he let the makeup be like this, he really couldn't help it, so he thought about driving her back, and he got angry with him when he thought of it.

"Little Brother Wang, are you okay?"

Huang Xin looked at the two of them in wonder, but he was even more surprised that the figure on the bed had never moved.

What kind of injuries could make it difficult for him to get together?

What exactly is Fang Yichuan unwilling to say?

Little Brother Wang had already heard the footsteps of a man, but he didn't expect it to be Huang Xin.

"Huang Daxia? Excuse me, I can't get up to receive you. Your injuries are healed, right? ”