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Chapter Sixteen

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    A vigorous figure in military uniform appeared in the courtyard under the scorching sun. The visitor rested his hand on his saber, and his footsteps were accompanied by the sound of light clashing armor.

    Xiang Huan's eyes lit up, and he was about to get off the bed in a hurry.

    "General!"

    "What are you panicking about?" Ji Changchuan said with a smile, stretched out his big hand and pushed him back, "I'm passing by to take a look, and you just woke up by chance How is your injury?"

    Half of this sentence is asking Xiang Huan, and the other half seems to be asking Wanyao.  She nodded respectfully and replied: "The fever has subsided, and the wound has begun to heal. There is no major problem, and the rest is the need for meditation and recuperation."

    Wan Yao smiled, "He is in good health and should be able to recover quickly."

    "I can rest assured that."

    Xiang Huan said indifferently: "I said earlier that I'm fine, this little injury"

    Ji Changchuan glanced over from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't see any anger or anger. Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the back of the head.

    Xiang Huan let out a "hiss".

    "You still have the nerve to mention it!" He didn't do it lightly or hard, twitching his head every time he said a word, "Who taught you how to send a girl ten miles to deliver a letter? Very capable, yes  Do you want to go to heaven?"

    Xiang Huan was so whipped that he couldn't lift his head up, and finally struggled to breathe: "Then she delivered it too"

    If it is said that there are still people who are afraid of Mr. Xiang in this world, it is estimated that only Mr. Xiang is left.

    Ji Changchuan pressed the back of his head with a palm, "I didn't learn anything when I returned to Beijing, but I will talk back."

    "Throw Liang Shaoqing in the manger, thank you for thinking of it! You patted your ass and ran away. If someone goes to search again, wouldn't it be a free head!"

    He retorted eloquently: "It's good that he's alive!"

    Tired of beating him up, Ji Changchuan finally pressed hard and let go, and Wan Yao hurriedly stepped forward to support Xiang Huan.

    "Is it all right?" She almost asked in a low voice.

    The latter gave her a blank look, turned his face away with some grievances, "I'm not dead."

    "Young Master Liang has been sent back to the Liang Mansion for treatment." Ji Changchuan flexed his wrist and turned his back to them, "Liang Sikong's wrongdoing this time was caused by his own family, so I dare not show it to His Majesty."

    Seeing that the other party couldn't see him, Xiang Huan quickly drew a bastard and planned to stick it on his official uniform.

    Wan Yao took a deep breath, and kept shaking his head, but he couldn't stop him from desperately trying to die.

    "The imperial army captured Barrue's partner in Yuqiao Town, thirty miles away But his mouth was very hard, and he insisted that you provoked first. Right now, Dali Temple and Honglu Temple are still jointly interrogating this matter  The case." He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the diabolism hanging on the wall and said slowly.  It's too powerful, just put that bastard back and forth with both hands alternately.  Wan Yao couldn't grab it, she stood beside the bed and winked at him with her head down.

    Xiang Yuanyuan watched the show with a face full of novelty.

    "Although you will cause a lot of trouble if you rashly kill the prince of the Zheyan tribe, after all, under the current situation, it can be regarded as clearing an obstacle for the Great Wei to calm the chaos in the north."

    Ji Changchuan paused, "I have already reported to His Majesty, proclaiming you General Wuwei."

    Xiang Huan was holding the drawing paper up high, and before he could restrain his playful smile, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck his ear, his arms stopped in mid-air, and he turned his head in a daze.

    "What what?"

    Ji Changchuan looked at him slowly and sideways, "I said, I have proposed to Your Majesty to make you a general."

    He sat on the edge of the bed, as if carefully recalling these unfamiliar words.

    "General Wuwei General Can I become a general?"

    Xiang Huan threw the bastard in his hand casually, and stood up abruptly. If the wound was not involved, he might be able to jump up to a height of one foot in place.

    "I can be a general now!"

    He was overwhelmed and happy for a moment, and finally held Wanyao's shoulder, and repeated happily: "Did you hear, I can be a general!"

    Wan Yao was infected by his joy, and nodded with a smile.

    *

    The matter of Baruhe caused quite a disturbance between the Turks and the Great Wei. After all, the one who died was the brother of the Great Khan of the Zheyan tribe.

    The envoy was about to leave, and the situation became a dilemma.

    Fortunately, the envoy from the Zheyan Ministry came quickly, brought the Khan¡¯s documents, and politely stated that sincerity is the most important thing in the good relations between the two countries. Baruhe rebelled first, and it was already a Turkic rebellion., setting off a wave of clothes fluttering like a sunset glow.

    Just when the welcoming team was far away from her sight, she suddenly saw a straight and loose figure standing across the street, dressed like a martial arts practitioner, with Shi Qing's arrow sleeves and a long sword tightly clenched  , with deep sadness in his handsome brows and eyes, he was steadfastly looking at the direction in which the sedan chair was leaving.

    *

    After finishing the work in hand, it was already afternoon, Wan Yao reckoned that Xiang Huan would wake up soon, so he packed up today's wound medicine and planned to go out.

    Before leaving, Sang Ye rushed out of the house. He was probably eating just now, with rice grains on his mouth, and took her paper bag in one hand.

    "Are you going too?" Wan Yao asked, "You don't want to eat now?"

    He wiped his mouth, nodded first, then shook his head.

    She glanced at the maidservant, each of them couldn't help smiling slightly, Wanyao still persuaded: "You are growing up, you need to eat more and sleep more, so that you can grow taller and stronger."

    Sang Ye seemed to hesitate when she heard the words, and suddenly said: "Youwait for me for a while."

    He ran back to the inner room, and quickly turned back with a piece of meat pie in his mouth, eating and saying, "Is this okay?"

    He is really very obedient.

    Seeing him in a hurry, Wan Yao only felt that there was a youthful vigor, and couldn't help laughing: "Let's go."

    The Xiang mansion is still the same, the east courtyard and the west courtyard are clearly separated, on one side is Mr. Xiang, who has an old-fashioned and majestic atmosphere, and on the other side is Xiang Huan, where lawlessness is written from door to crack, and even the trees on the wall are full of teeth and claws.  Exactly the same as the owner's house.

    Before Wanyao entered the yard, he saw Xiang Huan, Yu Fei, and Yu Wenjun on the corridor. The three good brothers came side by side, chatting all the way, but they were aggressive.

    "Miss Wanyao!" Yu Fei opened his mouth and called out with sharp eyes.

    She was taken aback for a moment, but before she could speak, Xiang Huan, who was opposite, saw her with an expression of "it's a good thing, let's come together", "You came just in time, we were just about to go out, so I don't need to call you again."

    Wan Yao was pulled by his wrist and turned around, sounding strange, "Where are you going?"

    "Liang Mansion."

    She was at a loss: "Liang Mansion?Didn't Mr. Liang get married today? Why, did you receive the invitation card?" Thinking about it was unbelievable.

    "No." Speaking of this, Xiang Huan's eyes sparkled, which can be described as full of enthusiasm.

    "Let's go smash the field." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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