The remnants of the rain ticked and ticked, and with a few wisps of breeze piercing through the windows, the green gauze tent was lifted, and the candles in the house swayed and danced in the wind. The faces of the three people in the room were heavy, as if waiting for something big to come.

Qiao Xiaoyue seemed to guess what Fang Jue wanted to say, but she still sat down on the stool next to her.

Every time Fang Jue talked about a woman, Jiang San wanted to get up and stab Fang Jue, but she was weak and could only listen, and it was not until the end that Fang Jue talked about herself that she gradually calmed down. The image of herself she heard from Fang Jue's mouth was obviously whitewashed by Fang Jue, but she didn't refute it, after all, she was a woman and had vanity, let alone in front of another woman.

By the time the story was finished, it had already darkened, and Jiang San slowly fell asleep after Fang Jue's strong treatment and medicine.

Fang Jue took Qiao Xiaoyue's hand, Qiao Xiaoyue was a little stunned, she felt aggrieved, but suddenly retracted.

Qiao Xiaoyue got up and wanted to leave, this is what she said after making a lot of determination, this is obviously her home, why should she give it to a strange woman.

Qiao Xiaoyue stopped suddenly, she regretted what she said just now, she didn't want to leave, even if there was one more woman.

Fang Jue took off a cloak from the hanger and put it on Qiao Xiaoyue.

"Husband, are we going back to Jiangning County?"

"Return, of course I have to return, but..."

"Yue'er just asked casually, Yue'er is not in a hurry, wait for your husband to finish your work, and then go back."

"Yue'er, thank you."

"Hongshan, protect Yue'er well."

Hongshan complained very much about Fang Jue, and didn't care about Fang Jue at all.

Qiao Xiaoyue suddenly turned around, then walked up to Fang Jue, and then took out something and stuffed it to Fang Jue.

Qiao Xiaoyue handed the gold medal to Fang Jue, she knew that with the gold medal, she could temporarily keep Fang Jue from accidents.

"Young master, the county lord didn't eat dinner."

"Alas!"

Fang Jue had been enduring the pain, and then he finally couldn't help it anymore and almost collapsed to the ground. After tossing for so long, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he had no strength anymore.

Fang Jue sat on the chair, covering his wounds.

Li'er felt a little weird, this will leave tomorrow morning, didn't she say that she would go back with the county lord Qiao Xiaoyue. Li'er wanted to ask what about the women in the house, wouldn't they also take them back to Jiangning County.

Fang Jue was guarding Jiang San's bedside, Jiang San had a high fever that didn't go away, which was too busy for Lian'er, and he was also busy running around.

Fang Jue could hear from Jiang San's nonsense that Jiang San was infatuated with him.

"Young master, young master."

Fang Jue went out and saw that it was Bai Qi, and he heard that the dart bureau managed by Bai Qi had been exterminated.

Although Bai Qi ostensibly belongs to Yinhu Mountain, he is sincerely loyal to Fang Jue, and he only deals with Jiang San, the third master. It's a pity that he failed Fang Jue and lost so many people.

Fang Jue also saw Bai Qi's self-blame, so he comforted.

Do it all over again, how to do it all over again. Fang Jue stood in the verandah, feeling the night breeze.

"Tomorrow you go out of town with me..."

Bai Qizheng was worried about where he was going, he didn't want to go back to Yinhu Mountain, and deep down, he didn't want to be a bandit anymore, a profession with no future.

As he got to know Fang Jue, he knew that Fang Jue was not an ordinary gentleman, one of the generals who had followed Ouyang Jing's expedition to the west and could come back alive.

Bai Qi didn't ask where to go out of the city, he knew that his future had been arranged by the people in front of him, and he was extremely trusting and willing to obey. Regardless of whether the front is open or not, it is the direction in which you must step forward, and the grace of knowing must not be forgotten.