The Beitang family was moved when they saw that the slanting moon was so serious. When Beitang Muxi heard that Leng Xiyue mentioned "Ah Xuan", he had eyebrows. The Ah Xuan in Leng Xiyue's mouth is Taishu Xuan, the son of the chief general of the military and political department of the Western Fan Kingdom. This man disappeared eleven years ago and has not been heard from again. This time, Northern Tang Muren fought with the Spirit Lord Yaxin, and learned from the Spirit Lord that Taishu Xuan died at his hands, and then Northern Tang Muren told Leng Xieyue the news. Leng Xiyue was grateful for this. However, just when Beitang Muxi shook hands with Leng Che, he found that the spiritual power in this person's body was turbulent, as if it had been affected by a big setback. Leng Che also found that Beitang Muxi was lacking in spiritual power, and he thought that it was also for the sake of saving his brother. The two had a tacit understanding.

The group then returned to the Ministry of Military Affairs. Leng Che and his wife didn't even look at each other when they passed in front of Ji Zhong and his wife. Hu Mei'er was riveted to show the style of the lady of the country and greeted the cold slanting moon, but she was completely left aside, and her eyes were full of anger.

"Who is that woman!" Ji Lingxiao involuntarily exclaimed, the fire of jealousy that should have been extinguished when Leng Xiyue passed by her. She felt frustrated for the first time in that moment, and it was from the bottom of her heart.

"It's the first time I've come to bother, and I ask my wife to forgive me. "The cold slanting moon ritual is very deep. "I see that Madame looks bad, if you can trust me, I am willing to do my best to help you slow down. ”

"Mrs. Leng, you are too polite, how can this trouble you. As soon as Xiaofeng spoke, Leng Xieyue had already gently held her arm, and Xiaofeng felt a lot lighter.

Afterwards, Leng Xiyue followed Bei Tang Xiaofeng to her residence for a short rest.

At this time, Leng Yi was resting in his room with his father. As soon as the father and son entered the house and closed the door, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing.

Leng Yi raised his eyebrows, and then asked Leng Che, "Is it the Xiaoyin Water Holding Heaven Style you taught?"

"How do you talk to your Lao Tzu!" Leng Che's youthful and vigorous posture was not weaker than Leng Yi by half a point.

"I asked you if you taught Xiaoyin the water area to hold the sky!"

"In the whole world, there is no second uncle in the fifth Sanskrit, it's not me, who else can it be!

"You!" the father and son spoke, and there was no more respect at all, "You know that Xiaoyin's spiritual power is insufficient, how can you easily use the water to hold the sky! Are you asking for her life? Are you not clear about your brains!"

"I taught her to protect herself! I didn't let her fight hard! Am I going to hurt my own niece!"

"When your niece is gone, I see that you have no place to cry! Don't be self-righteous there! Hurt my sister in the end!"

"Your sister? Without my father, where did you come from, my sister! I think it's quite beautiful! Before calling your brother, Xiaoyin's closest person is my uncle! You stand aside!" Speaking of this, Leng Che suddenly spat three times to the side, "Bah, blah, you crow's mouth! What is my niece gone! You bastard boy!"

Hearing this, Leng Yi was also stunned, and then hurriedly said "Bah, bah!", father and son were exactly the same, and then said, "Bah, bah! What I just said doesn't count! I'm all angry with you! My sister is fine!"

The father and son are already blowing their beards and staring at each other, and no one wants to deal with anyone.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Uncle, are you inside?" Leng Yi stepped forward to open the door. When Fanyin saw Leng Yi, she suddenly didn't know what attitude to use. Since they returned from the battlefield, Sanskrit Yin and Leng Yi have not really spoken a word of their hearts. Both of them were seriously injured before, but later they rushed to the North Hells to change their lives, and the Lord will die. After a series of funeral matters, the brother and sister didn't have half of their time. Now both of them are a little uncomfortable. In the past, Fanyin came to find Leng Yi by her name, but today she felt awkward standing outside the door, so she called her uncle before coming in.

The two glanced at each other awkwardly. At this time, at the other end of the room, a happy and proud voice sounded: "Xiaoyin, uncle is here, come here!"

"Uncle!" Hearing her uncle call out to her, Fanyin suddenly became cheerful, and hurried to her uncle in two steps and three steps. Leng Che took the opportunity to glance at his son, only to see Leng Yi roll his eyes. "Uncle!" Fanyin couldn't help but shout again. Leng Che hugged Sanskrit for a while, and the uncle and nephew felt very intimate. During this period, I felt that there was a catastrophe of life and death, and the two could meet again, and they were full of emotion.

"The injury is not serious! Let my uncle see it! What's the matter with you, kid, how many times have you said don't work hard for the Beitang family, you just don't listen! In the end, you almost got ......" Leng Che said and swallowed it back, and there was a sad look on Junlang's face.

"Uncle, I'm fine, you see, I'm fine. I'll eat a piece of Hyntuynia cordata, and I'll be fine!" said with a smile on his face. When it came to the Beitang family, she naturally thought of Beitang Muren, and her heart became sad.

Leng Che had insight into Fanyin's thoughts, how could he not know, seeing her haggard face, he knew that she was seriously injured and had just recovered, and her heart was seriously sad. "I know that your Uncle Beitang is gone, and you feel sad. Don't say it, don't say it. Killing the battlefield, his Northern Tang family has been brave for generations, and ordinary people can't compare. He will protect your sons and daughters from foreign enemies, and you will have no regrets. Beitang Muren is a tough guy, worthy of heaven and earth. You're going to get better, you know?"

"Got it, uncle. Sanskrit said and burst into tears again. Leng Che took her in his arms and gently comforted her. I was also sad in my heart. Only Leng Yi was watching sourly on the side. After waiting for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sanskrit rubbed her eyes and looked at him. Leng Yi immediately stood up, serious, and cleared his throat. I only heard Sanskrit whisper: "Brother......"

Leng Yi, who heard this sentence, was numb, and he was very happy, and hurriedly responded: "Hey!" smiled happily and walked over to Fanyin. The two hands fiddled with joy, and suddenly stretched out and said, "Brother hug!"

Fanyin's face turned red when he said it, and he took a step back to Leng Che's side and said, "What...... What......"

Leng Yi saw her like this, and his face immediately collapsed...... "Why do you only allow your father to hug you, can't your brother hug you...... Hmph...... "At the end, I whispered.

Leng Che and Fanyin were amused by his appearance and immediately laughed. Leng Yi's face turned red and white for a while, and he put his hand down helplessly.

"How old am I, and I am still hugged by my brother, and I am not a child......"

"You're eight years younger than me...... Leng Yi muttered in a low voice, "Besides, aren't you just fifteen this year...... Or a child......"

"I'm nineteen......"

"Nineteen...... Nineteen is also my sister......"

Suddenly, Fanyin came to Leng Yi's side, hugged him, and said happily: "Brother!"