Yan Juejue nodded ignorantly and said, "So that's the case." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Barrier Knife just leave Shixiong to play with. Little aunt, take me to see my little cousin. ”

Yan Lingrong smiled and took the two into the house, and asked Aya to tell the nurse to hug Fang Shiji.

Although Yan Juejue still has some high fever, there is no problem with walking around short distances.

She saw Aya put the package on the desk, walked over and handed it to Yan Lingrong.

"This is specially brought by Grandma for makeup. When the little cousin is full moon, Brother Shaojia should come. ”

Yan Lingrong took it and opened the package, which was full of Jiangnan dried bamboo shoots, bacon and other foods, all of which she loved to eat when she was in the boudoir.

"Mother, is she okay? It's really unfilial that I didn't go back on her birthday. Yan Lingrong looked at the package and recalled the time in the boudoir, and her mother was a little nostalgic for her bottomless indulgence and pampering.

Yan Juejue nodded and said, "Grandma is in good health, and my little aunt is not pregnant, so don't blame yourself." ”

Aya led the nurse in, and when she saw that Yan Lingrong's face was a little sad and seemed to be about to cry, she hurriedly helped her sit back on the bed.

"Madam, don't be sad, this has just given birth to Xiao Langjun, you must not blow the wind and get cold." Aya took another cloak and put it on her.

"Your wife is so delicate, like a water man." Having said that, Yan Lingrong still tightened his cloak, and saw the nurse standing aside with Fang Shiji in her arms, and said, "Quickly bring Shiji here." ”

Aya took Fang Shiji from the nurse and handed it to Yan Lingrong.

Yan Juejue curiously leaned over to look at her little cousin, who had only been born for two days.

The red face, the eyebrows and eyes are light, and it is very similar to Yan Lingrong.

Fang Meng is a combination of all the advantages of Yan Lingrong and Fang Yichuan, charming, charming, and charming.

And Fang Shixiong is more like Fang Yichuan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a resolute face.

This little cousin is afraid that he will be a beautiful man who charms all beings in the future.

"Is it called Shiji? I'm a little sister. Yan Juejue looked at Fang Shiji's bun face and couldn't help but poke it.

It's fun. She had never seen such a small child.

Yan Lingrong looked at her dotingly and said, "The makeup is back, and someone will take care of the children for my aunt in the future." ”

"Little aunt." Yan Juejue said coquettishly according to Yan Lingrong.

"Let's go back and rest first, I told them to boil medicine for you." Yan Lingrong remembered that Yan Juejue was still having a high fever, and said hurriedly.

Yan Juejue nodded obediently.

Although the younger brother carried her all the way, she almost slept all the time, but her head was still a little dizzy.

Just now, because I saw my little aunt, I was so excited that I completely forgot about it.

Aya led Yan Juejue back to her and Fang Meng's yard first.

And in the farmer's house where Yan Juejue and Wang Xiaodi stayed before, a blue-robed man appeared.

It is clearly the person who was fixed by the black-robed man in the broken temple in Yangzhou a few days ago.

Yu Guo was originally feeding the chickens in the backyard, but he didn't expect that a shadow suddenly shrouded in front of him.

When I looked up, it turned out to be the young master.

Yu Guo hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"Young farmer."

The blue-robed man looked unpredictable, standing in place for a while.

"Do you remember that you were a person from Zhuangzi? Do you really want to stay in this small village for the rest of your life? ”

Until Yu Guo thought that he would not speak, the blue-robed man spoke.

Yu Guo prostrate on the ground and replied in fear: "Remember, subordinates remember." The subordinates are only accepting the punishment of the young owner. ”

"This young master saw that you were doing well, and he originally planned to take you north together. Now, it seems, is not necessary. The blue-robed man snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves.

Yu Guo was a little excited in her heart, she thought that the young master had forgotten her a long time ago, and now she even came to pick her up in person.

"No, my subordinates are willing to follow the young master for the rest of their lives." Yu Guo hurriedly kowtowed.

The blue-robed man didn't say anything, and walked straight into the house from the backyard.

Yu Guo didn't know what to do, so he had to continue to kneel on the ground.

A few chickens found it amusing, and even started chasing each other around her.

After a long while, the voice of the blue-robed man came from inside the room.

"Don't come in yet, do you still plan to let your young master boil water to drink?"

Yu Guo was relieved, and ran in happily to boil tea and serve water.

At noon, Fang Yichuan took Uncle Fang, Hu Dan, Hu Hu and a group of inner disciples from the suburbs to Fangjiazhuang.

The funeral of Yuquan has already been arranged in Fangjiazhuang, and the mourning and joy can be heard from afar.

"Owner." The little servants at the door were already dressed in white clothes and wearing white cloths on their heads, and when they saw Fang Yichuan returning with all the disciples, they hurriedly saluted and made way for the way.

Fang Yichuan bowed his head and went in with everyone.

Although Yan Juejue was not in good health, she still insisted on attending Yuquan's funeral.

Yan Lingrong naturally couldn't resist her, so he agreed.

When Fang Yichuan walked into the lobby, he saw three coffins made of nanmu high in front of him.

The front of the coffin depicts two snow-white cranes spreading their wings, and on both sides of them are clusters of flourishing green pines and cypress trees, which is very quiet and elegant. On both sides of the coffin, the weapons used by the eight immortals such as Lu Dongbin are painted with the technique of gilding, also known as the "dark eight immortals", which makes the whole coffin colorful and generous.

Although this coffin was specially made last night, it did not affect its final exquisiteness in the slightest.

There were already some disciples kneeling around who were working in the village, and it was not Yan Lingrong who knelt at the front, but Yan Juejue.

Yan Lingrong led Fang Shixiong to stand on one side, while Junior Brother Wang and Fang Shengli presided over the funeral on the other side.

Fang Yichuan saw that Yan Juejue and Little Brother Wang appeared in front of him intact, and a big stone fell in his heart, and his steps became a little relaxed.

And Fang Shu saw Brother Wang again, but he couldn't hide the embarrassment.

Junior Brother Wang naturally noticed him at first sight, but it was not good because of Yuquan's funeral, but he was even stingy with a hypocritical look.

When Hu Dan saw Little Brother Wang, he wanted to say hello, but at this moment, the funeral was still important.

He loves martial arts, and he also appreciates martial arts masters.

Hu Dan knew that Wang Xiaodi was a middle and high master, and he had also tried to compete with him, and every time the two of them were inferior. He knew that Little Brother Wang was hiding his hand, and he also wanted to see how much more powerful he was than himself.

Although he is Fang Yichuan's eldest disciple, he is not the number one master among the inner disciples of Fangjiazhuang, his junior brother Liancheng is.

Of course, the essence of the Fang family's sword technique is not passed on to disciples with foreign surnames, so the two of them can only be improved by diligent sparring and self-cultivation.

"Owner." Fang Sheng and Little Brother Wang saw Fang Yichuan walk to him and salute.

"Let's get started." Fang Yichuan nodded and turned around.

Fang Sheng willed, raised his hand, the gong and drum sounded first, and the sound of suona that had just stopped came out again, sad and long.

The disciples present couldn't help kneeling down one by one, tears streaming down their cheeks.

As soon as Yan Juejue heard the sound of suona, the tears that she couldn't stop flowed even more happily.

"Brother Yuquan!"