"Why is Yuanliang here?"

In the flash of light and stone, Xun Zhen returned to normal.

"Of course there is something important." The wind at the door of the official office was a bit strong, and Qishan was coughing due to the wind. He coughed and said, "A while ago, Uncle Qian and his troops under Zhang Yongqing harassed Nanyu County, and there were several fierce battles.

Only then did they repel them..."

Xun Ding's clear eyes showed the stupidity that made Xun Zhen upset. He said: "Father, this is not the place to talk. I see that Mr. Qi is weak in energy and blood. He seems to be seriously injured. If anything happens, you should go ahead."

Let’s talk about it in the official meeting hall.”

Xun Zhen didn't say anything, but looked at his son with an unfriendly look. Small animals are sensitive to this kind of smell, and Xun Ding was no exception. He felt inexplicable - his recent behavior can be called a well-behaved and obedient filial son.

Why is the father unhappy?

The three of them entered the official office one after another.

Qi Shan coughed violently, and Xun Ding turned to look at him from time to time, fearing that the frail scribe would cough until he could hold his breath.

Seeing his worthless look, Xun Zhen became more and more angry and wanted to kill Qi Yuanliang. When they arrived at the meeting hall, Xun Zhen and Xun Zhen sat down.

, take the initiative to boil water and make tea.

The old father took the lead in attacking.

He said meaningfully: "Yongan and Yuanliang know each other?"

Xun Ding talked with great interest about the scene when the two first met.

It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly. Xun Ding had just finished robbing a group of evil tycoons and returned with a full load. He led a group of young disciples to drink tea at a remote post station. Not long after, a young scribe with a thin body and weak blood came to the post station.

Speaking of this——

Xun Ding asked with concern: "Mr. Qi, does he have a deficiency syndrome? Why did he show signs of blood deficiency and qi deficiency when I saw you twice?"

Qishan: "...No, I was just injured."

When I met Xun Ding at the inn, the backlash caused by the Way of the Scholars had not yet passed, and the burden had almost reached the limit of physical endurance. In Xun Ding's opinion, he was sick. This time it was similar, but it was the Way of the Scholars who took the place of the master Shen Tang.

Share the injuries. Judging from the severity of the injuries, the lord must have met a powerful enemy. When Qi Shan came over to inquire, he found out that he was fighting against General Gongxi.

My lord's physique became alive and kicking in just a few days.

Praying for good things actually took me a while.

After hearing that it was not an innate deficiency, Xun Ding continued. The young scribe was naturally Qishan, and he was preparing to stay at a remote inn. All the tables in the inn were occupied by Xun Ding's dog legs.

De Siwen probably didn't like sharing the table with a group of losers who talked about their ancestors, so he took the initiative to invite Qi Shan to sit at the table with him and chatted back and forth.

The two chatted happily.

It's a pity that the time is too short, otherwise we could still talk.

Xun Ding always regretted not asking the other party's name. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be colleagues with his father. It was fate!

He kept expressing his joy at meeting his old friend in a foreign country, but he did not notice the several changes in the expressions of his old father and his "old friend". The former could not hide his wanton eyes. After a long time, Xun Ding, who kept talking, finally stopped and noticed the atmosphere.

Weird.

【Snapped!】

Xun Zhen didn't know when to take off his sword.

With a snap, it hit the table.

"Father?"

Xun Ding was startled and turned to look at Qishan again.

"Mr. Qi?"

Aren't these two colleagues?

Why does it look like you're going to fight?

Could it be——

They have different political views, but they are actually political enemies???

Countless scenes of two people fighting each other in the Shura field flashed in Xun Ding's mind. He was in a dilemma, but he heard Xun Zhen say in a low voice: "Yong'an, do you remember that before you ran away from home, you saved

A girl named 'Tan'?"

The smile on the big boy's face gradually faded.

"Of course I remember."

That was a life he carried when he was young.

At that time, he only felt that his father was arrogant, and in order to restrain him, he ignored human lives and killed innocent people. Now he is thinking that the biggest responsibility should be on him. She is just an ordinary girl. If she was not involved and incompetent, she should not have suffered this disaster.

The father's debt is repaid by the son, and it is his fault.

Looking at Xun Ding, whose mood was visibly depressed, Qi Shan was speechless. Even the look in his eyes at Xun Zhen was a little subtle. How did he raise his son? Xun Ding had been away from home for so many years, so he deserved to be severely beaten by society.

Already.

You haven't come back to your senses yet?

Xun Zhen sneered: "You said it, or did I say it?"

Xun Ding was puzzled: "What did my son say?"

Xun Zhen: "I didn't talk to you!"

When adults talk, why do children interrupt?

Qishan: "..."

Faced with Xun Zhen's eyes demanding a knife and Xun Ding's confused gaze, he knew that he would not escape unscathed today.

Qishan: "Yong'an, do you know my last name?"

Xun Ding wondered: "Isn't Mr. Qi's surname Qi?"

The other person introduced himself not long ago.

"That was now, my last name was Tan."

Xun Ding was confused. Hearing this familiar surname and the strange atmosphere between his old father and Mr. Qi, he seemed to know the truth: "Could it be that Mr. Qi is Tan Nujun's brother?" This was to find his home.

Is this the revenge for losing my sister?

Xun Ding immediately said: "Everyone is responsible for what he does. This matter has nothing to do with my father. Mr. Qi can only seek revenge on me."

Qishan: "..."

Xun Zhen sighed quietly and held her forehead against a headache.

"Xun Ding, what kind of brain do you have? The Tan Nujun you are talking about is this Qi Yuanliang. He used the [Golden Cicada Escapes Its Shell] to escape, but you are the only one who is not stupid enough to believe it!" The old father finally broke out and raised his hand to clap.

Table eucalyptus, passionate open wheat.

Rumble——

Rumble——

Xun Ding's whole body seemed to be numbed by thunder and lightning.

He understands every word of his father, so why can't he understand it when they are connected together? What does it mean that Tan Nvjun is Mr. Qi? There is a man and a woman. No matter how stupid he is, he will not be able to tell the difference between men and women. Xun Dingnao

His thoughts became confused and he turned his head blankly to look at Qi Shan for confirmation.

Qi Shan also knew that he couldn't keep it a secret.

Covering his face with one hand, he nodded.

"That incident was part of the plan. It was based on my position and was not intended to deceive Mr. Xun Xiaolang."

Xun·Xunjiao·Ding: “…I don’t believe it!”

Qishan had no choice but to activate the scribe's method [Miaoshou Danqing] under Xun Zhen's threatening eyes. He saw the dark blue literary energy covering him from feet to head. After a few breaths, the literary energy dissipated, revealing a handsome

Young girl.

The young girl opened her lips and spoke: "Xun Xiaolangjun."

Xun Ding: "..."

At this moment, with this scene, the image of his dead close friend Bai Yueguang in his heart was completely shattered.

Xun Ding...

He ran away!!!

He almost bumped into Shen Tang who was coming back.

Shen Tang dodged away and only had time to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure, complaining: "Is there a big sale in the supermarket? Running so fast?"

Turning around, he saw Qi Shan and Xun Zhen coming from behind.

"When did Yuanliang come? Why do you look like this?"

Shen Tang almost didn't recognize that this girl with a delicate and clean temperament was Qi Shan. Is this guy addicted to cross-dressing?
To be continued...