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    The moonlight was clear, the old small door had not been opened for a long time, and it was already covered with dust. Xiang Huan jumped down from the mottled wall, and the strong wind splashed by his toes pushed away the scattered dead leaves on the ground.

    He stood in the cold and bleak night wind, lowered his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

    In fact, Xiang Huan hadn't known what Xiang Nantian was thinking for a long time.

    I still remember that when he was ten years old, he was still able to practice martial arts with his eldest brother. His spear skills and his elder brother's swordsmanship were all practiced under the guidance of his father. Although the two brothers were eight years apart, they often discussed each other and talked about everything.  .

    Even when it comes to future ambitions, there is no coincidence.

    It seems that Xiang Nantian stopped teaching him or letting him practice martial arts after his elder brother died in battle in Shangyang Valley.

    Even one day, all the weapons in the house were dug out and burned, and everyone was ordered not to fight from now on, determined to abandon the military and follow the civil.

    When he was young, he couldn't figure it out. Xiang Huan had many guesses during the long night at the sentry on the way to the north.

    But he still couldn't agree with his father's cautiousness. He was in the general's gate, and what he yearned for was the yellow sand and the golden armor.  .

    And Xiang Nantian's edges and corners have been smoothed by the world, and he doesn't understand his ambition at all.

    "I am not wrong."

    Xiang Huan thought stubbornly in his heart.

    Even though he came back through many obstacles, he still didn't receive applause from his family. He still stubbornly thought, "I didn't do anything wrong."

    There was a gentle breeze in the ears, and there were faint footsteps in the sound of intertwined leaves. The instinct of fighting for many years made Xiang Huan turn his head suddenly.

    The girl under the moonlight is thin and thin, and the flowing stars cast scattered shadows on her body. Her eyes are clean and bright, as if they can shine brightly.

    She seemed to flinch a bit, and then stood there looking at him.

    Somehow, the scene in front of him made Xiang Huan feel a little familiar, as if it had been repeated many times in his memory. The moonlit night and the cool breeze never changed.

    He was slightly stunned, and quickly looked away. He just casually touched the drawn blood on his skin, and said casually, "Have you brought the medicine?"

    Then he changed his words inexplicably: "Forget it, a little injury."

    Unable to explain why, Wan Yao breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, with a smile on his lips, raised his index finger, and showed him the paper bag hanging on it.

    "I brought it."

    "I guessed something would happen today." She picked up a stone bench and sat down, untiing the rope and said, "Come here, I'll give you medicine."

    Xiang Huan was still seated in the old position, and looked down to see her dig out a pile of bottles and jars.  Different from the previous appearance of grabbing in a daze, she is very skillful in dissolving the medicine powder.

    "I brought some sore ointment, and it will heal after two days of rubbing. It will heal faster than before." Wan Yao wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips with a silk handkerchief, and then skillfully rolled up his sleeves for him, exposing his arms  injury.

    Peppermint was added to the ointment to reduce swelling, and it was cool and refreshing when applied to the wound. The expression between his brows obviously eased a lot, but he still didn't speak.

    When Wan Yao was applying the medicine, she stole a few glances at Xiang Huan, and asked half-jokingly, "Are you arguing with your father again?"

    He didn't make a sound, let out a light snort of disdain, and turned his head away.

    "You and Uncle Xiang are both stubborn." Wan Yao said helplessly, "As long as one of them is willing to give in, it won't be like this."

    "Why do you want me to give in to him?"

    "He is your father after all. Is there any father who would subdue his son?" She shook her head, "I can't face it no matter what."

    Xiang Huan snorted coldly as if he was not surprised, with an expression that he was not afraid of being bitten by too many lice, "Anyway, you all help him speak."

    "I do not have it."

    "No?" He chuckled, clearly not believing it, "I still don't know about you"

    Before he finished speaking, Xiang Huan saw her suddenly roll up his sleeves, his eyes changed slightly, and he quickly pulled away.

    Wan Yao's reaction was not as quick as his, but she also vaguely saw something, and grabbed his clothes.

    "I haven't finished applying the medicine yet, what are you hiding from?"

    He suddenly wanted to get up impatiently, "No need, it will be fine on its own."

    Xiang Huan's life is as straightforward as the gun he has never left his hand since he was a child. The way he lies is extremely awkward, as if the words "duplicity" are written all over his face.

    Wan Yao grabbed his sleeve and made him stop, "It's nothing, why are you guilty? Reach out and show me."

    "What are you looking at?" Xiang Huan avoidedHow about going together?  "

    Wan Yao was stunned.

    There is a curfew at night in the Great Wei Dynasty, and those who go out to drink at night are either high-ranking officials or high-ranking officials or small-timers, in short, they are not kind.  Ever since Xiang Huan went to the border to eat sand, she hadn't done such outrageous things for many years, and now she hesitated and said, "I won't go."

    The big head at the top of the square wall answered Xiang Huan's words in a timely manner, "It doesn't matter, we will take you back later."

    "Forget it." Seeing her perplexed, Xiang Huan shook his head and said, "You go home early, I'm leaving."

    "oh¡­¡­"

    Hearing this, he didn't linger anymore, wiped his hands with the remaining towel, turned over, jumped over the wall, and went onto the street neatly.

    The big head followed behind him, and took a few more curious glances.  In the quiet alley, that slender shadow was cleaning up the remaining mess. The gossip soul inside him was burning, and he hurriedly jumped forward, asking mysteriously: "Who is this girl, your wife?"

    "Why haven't I heard you mention it? The beauty is not shallow"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Huan stretched out his hand and pressed the back of his head, and cursed with a smile: "Go to hell, get out."

    *

    The busiest Liu¡¯s restaurant in the square is still brightly lit. Diners come and go to change glasses and enjoy the elegant clothes of the dancers beside them, and the sound of silk and bamboo is cheerful and moving.

    Sitting at the Eight Immortals Table in the corner were five or six muscular men, all of different ages.  Among them, Xiang Huan was regarded as the younger generation, and together with Yu Datou, several elder brothers took turns drinking.  All those present here are colleagues under General Ji's command, and they made an appointment to have a big drink before entering the capital. Everyone will enter the palace to receive the reward tomorrow, and today they will not return until they are drunk.

    In the peaceful and prosperous capital city, even the drinks were tasteless, and the crowd kept arguing until the third watch. When Xiang Huan came out, he felt a little dizzy.

    Since the door of the square was closed, most people chose to stay in the restaurant for one night, and he was left alone on the way back.

    Xiang Huan slowly blew on the night breeze to sober up, and occasionally let out two light whistles from his mouth.

    The moonlight shone on the gradually elongated figure under his feet. When he passed by a big house, he suddenly paused and stared intently at a certain dark place.

    The two figures squatting there were stunned as if aware of something, they stood up slowly while looking at him, and retreated quietly as if fearful.

    Xiang Huan turned sideways, tilted his head expressionlessly, then stretched out his index finger straight, and nodded in the direction of the two of them.

    Although no words were spoken during the whole process, the threat and oppression emanating from his expression and behavior cannot be underestimated.

    The two looked at each other for a moment, and they realized that a good man would not suffer from immediate losses, so they ran away in a sensible manner.

    Xiang Huan then withdrew his hand, let out an inaudible cold snort, then looked at the house again, and walked home with some doubts.

    If he remembers correctly, this should be the mansion of Wan Jing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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