"How many times have I said that you are not allowed to interfere in Uncle Tai's affairs again, why don't you listen!" Leng Che said to Leng Xieyue in the room.

"Ah Xuan and I grew up together, he is missing, how can I not care!" Leng Xiyue said loudly.

"He's dead now, what do you do? Still fighting with Lingmei? And helping the Dongling Military and Political Department? How capable are you! Do you want to be angry with me!"

"The Spirit Lord has disappeared, and I will naturally not be so reckless. It's just that Beitang Muren has helped me find out Ah Xuan's whereabouts over the years, and I am very grateful, and now that he is gone, I should help him a little. ”

"As I said, I don't want you to have any more trouble with Zephan, which of course includes other countries and other spheres of power. Not only you, but neither Yi'er nor Xiaoyin. ”

"I don't have anything to do with Xifan anymore! You don't have to remind me all the time! I want to help Dongling is my business, don't look at it if you can't get used to it!"

"You!" Listening to his wife choking with herself, she was so angry for a while that she coughed and coughed. These days of hard work, Leng Che's injury has not fully recovered, and his chest hurts.

"Archer!" Leng Xiyue suddenly saw her husband's uncomfortable appearance, and immediately leaned down, no longer arguing with him, holding a water cup in her hand, "Drink some water, drink some water." ”

"Taishu Xuan, Xiaoyao, and Northern Tang Muren are all dead. Three countries, three military ministries, the youngest generals are dead. Red lazuli, the secluded wall, the beauty face, three ancient spirit stones. If the Spirit Lord killed a few of them for the sake of adults in order to get those things, I think the reason is always too far-fetched. What exactly is the reason behind that, we don't know yet. But there is one thing you have to remember! Don't meddle in the affairs of these countries anymore! My fifth family has been away from Jiuxiao for 50 years, and my brother is still dead! How did the spirit lord get the red gold stone and the ghost wall? This pile, one by one, is not something that the spirit clan can do. Do you understand? It's not that I'm stopping you from taking care of Uncle Tai's affairs, it's that I can't let you have something, you know!"

"Archer! It's me who is not good, I am not good! It's me who is willful! You listen to you, I won't check, it's okay if you don't get angry!" Leng Xiyue looked at Leng Che's face, she was already panicked with fright, but she was still scared and whispered, "Archer, you just said that your fifth family has left Jiuxiao for so many years, and your brother is still, still dead." What do you mean. Leng Xiyue looked at Leng Che nervously.

"It's nothing, I just don't think it's easy. ”

Fear suddenly crossed Leng Xiyue's eyes, and she trembled and said, "Archer, you...... Will it be okay...... Will you ......"

Leng Che pondered for a moment and said, "No." ”

Leng Xieyue threw herself into her husband's arms, and her body couldn't help but start shaking. She suddenly remembered Beitang Muren, who had just passed away, and remembered the sad appearance of Beitang Xiaofeng. She used manipulation techniques to help Xiaofeng's mood stabilize just now, and in the past few days, because of her husband and son, her whole person has been in a trance, and she has become more and more haggard, and she finally rested. Once again, she gripped Leng Che's hand tightly and muttered, "Archer." ”

Leng Che stroked his wife's long hair, thinking that he shouldn't say so much, which scared her. "I said, I'll be fine, don't think about it. Besides, the spirit master is dead, and things will be much easier to do after that. Dongling can't just give up......" Leng Che thought alone. It's not Dongling, it's the Northern Tang family, it's impossible to give up. At that moment, there was a knock at the door. Leng Xieyue got up and opened the door, and Leng Yi walked in. He said embarrassedly: "Ahem, that, Dad, are you okay?" "Talk like a mosquito.

Leng Che glanced at him and ignored him.

"Talk to your dad well!" Leng Xianyue said.

Leng Yi said helplessly: "I don't know who I quarreled with my father for, but now it's good, husband and wife have one heart." ”

However, Leng Yi was really worried about his father's body, and after hearing that his father was attacked by the Jiuxiao Military and Political Department, he was furious, and he couldn't wait to kill that dog called Qi Yuan Qi Tong now.

"Dad, are you okay physically? That Qi Yuan is still Qi Tong's dog, I'll kill them for you when I turn around!" Leng Yi became more and more ruthless, and the roots of his teeth itched.

"Just don't make trouble for me! Okay, why has the whole family become outlaws! Your sister is, so are you! Don't think I don't know, look at the way you look now! I almost didn't come out of Liaodi! I came to the Dongling Military and Political Department as a commander, and I was quite competent, and I didn't want my life!"

"You're not the same...... A man rushed into someone's military and political department...... Are you crazy......"

"What are you talking about! Oh you, I'm so angry, you take care of your son. Leng Che suddenly pretended to be uncomfortable.

"Your dad went because your dad was awesome!Are you as powerful as your dad!You have you to go!" Leng Xiyue said loudly with her waist thrust.

"Good, good. I don't think it's a big deal for the two of you, you're very angry. Rest now, I'll rest for a while, I'm tired to death. ”

"Come back! How is your injury! Let me see!" Leng Xianyue grabbed her son, twisting left and right.

"Yi'er, let me ask you, what is the relationship between Xiaoyin and that Northern Tang Dynasty. Leng Che said suddenly.

"Not bad. Leng Yi was blunt. The father and son glanced at each other, tacitly. Leng Xiyue was a little confused when she watched from the sidelines.

The funeral of the Dongling Military and Political Department is over, and all post-war matters are still going on. After returning from the war, there was no atmosphere of celebration, there was a solemn atmosphere in the military and political department, the soldiers did not know whether to laugh or cry when they saw each other, and most of the former comrades-in-arms left, suffering heavy casualties. For three days in a row, Bei Ming and Sanskrit Yin were busy taking care of the affairs of their respective branches, and they had no time to take care of each other. In fact, after they woke up in the hospital bed, they only said those few words, and they never had time to be alone anymore. Beiming not only has to take care of the affairs of his own department, but also is responsible for the pro-army situation of his father Beitang Muren on this expedition. Beitang stayed in the north to recuperate, his life was unhindered, and he was grief-stricken after knowing the sacrifice of his eldest brother, and insisted on coming to attend the funeral, but was stopped by Beitang Muxi and Beiming. He should take care of the wounded that the Lord will leave in the north. When the soldiers healed from their injuries, he sent the leopard antelope to escort the soldiers back to the capital one after another.

On the evening of the third day after the funeral, Beiming had a little time to rest, and he stayed with his mother in his father's room for a while. Bei Tang Xiaofeng saw that her son was safe, and felt a little comforted in her heart, but the sudden loss of her husband hit her hard. It is not easy for him and his wife to walk together. Bei Tang Xiaofeng said to Bei Ming that with his father's deep love, she can always feel happy. Beiming kissed his mother's forehead, and the mother and son leaned on each other, passing on their strength to each other. Beiming returned to his room a little later, and after closing the door, he sighed deeply. Several trials of life and death, changing blood and returning to his soul, and the blooming of spiritual power had already exhausted him. The highly tense nerves never relaxed for a moment, and until now he was adjusting to his father's blood flowing through his body. The grief and strength made him indistinguishable.

Suddenly he turned around and was about to walk out the door, at this time Sanskrit should not have rested, he was going to see her. Just as he was about to pull the doorknob, the door slammed. Bei Ming opened the door, and Leng Che stood outside.