When Xiahouan returned to the courtyard, he was in a good mood.

Everyone was puzzled by this.

In the past, when Xiahou An came back from the county magistrate's mansion, he either hung his head and was listless or cursed, saying that some idiot was arguing with him while discussing the matter.

This is the first time I have seen this situation today.

"Little uncle, are you picking up money on the road?"

Qin Muke, who put away the kite, blocked Xiahou An, leaned forward, and turned his face over.

Others were also curious and wanted to know the answer.

The girl in front of her had bright eyes and white teeth, a good ponytail, a waist like a thin willow, her beautiful face was full of youth, and her cherry lips were exhaled like orchids. When she looked at each other, she couldn't help but make people excited.

Xiahou An retreated his gaze and took the initiative to take the initiative to take two steps back to distance himself from Qin Muke. After all, his uncle's seniority is here, so he didn't want to ruin the reputation of a girl. He turned around and said proudly: "I, An, always treats money like dirt. What's the point of being happy with picking up money."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted booing.

"Go! Go! Go……"

Xiahou An was not angry either. He inserted his hand to his waist, which was quite a bit like a guide: "In a few days, I will take the lead as the commander to fight against the Qingzhou moth thieves!"

Moth thief refers to the official title of the Yellow Turban Army in the imperial court.

Xu Rong's eyes lit up in the corner.

Since he arrived in Dongjun, Xu Rong not only rejected Cao Cao's kind invitation, but even resigned from his original position as a general of the Central Army and lived in Xiahou'an's mansion as a retainer.

He is quietly waiting for the opportunity.

Now that the bandits have resurrected and the lord takes charge of the battle himself, he knows that it is time to show off his skills.

When he heard that he was going to Qingzhou, Qin Muke raised his little hand high and his little face was excited: "I want to go too!"

"Same for me!"

My younger brother Qin Zhen also raised his hand high.

The brother and brother looked over with anticipation. Xiahou An turned black and said angrily: "I'm going to fight, not traveling. You two stay wherever you are cool!"

Qin Muke's face collapsed, and his miserable appearance was about to cry.

After losing many times, Xiahou An was already immune to this and had no room for negotiation. Don’t use this trick, it will be difficult.

You wood!

Qin Muke stomped his feet and was so angry that he hummed.

However, my brother Qin Zhen was reluctant to give in. He grabbed Xiahou An's clothes, shook it constantly, raised his head and looked up and begged: "Boyang, Boyang, you are the best, take me there!"

"Call you godfather, I'll take you there."

Xiahou Anpi laughed twice, and since he moved into the mansion, Qin Zhen never called him uncle.

This kid is very stubborn and doesn't listen to anyone.

Even my uncle refused to call me, let alone my godfather.

Xiahou An was sure of this little bastard, so he was fearless and hiahiahia smiled a little.

Of course, godfathers are not popular in this era, so the mainstream is called adoptive fathers.

Seeing that the little bastard was defeated, Xiahou An was in a happy mood and walked into the lobby with his hands behind his back.

I stepped on the steps before the hall and was about to step into the threshold, but suddenly I heard a small shout from behind: "Godfather."

Xiahou An stopped and looked back and saw that the young man standing in the yard looked at him at a loss and blushed.

Xu Rong looked at him sideways.

Xiahou An was also stunned for a moment. Isn’t this little boy very proud on weekdays? Why did he suddenly bow his head?

"Boyang, you are not allowed to regret it!" Qin Zhen said loudly, as if he was afraid that Xiahou An would regret it.

"Call the godfather!"

Xiahou An corrected his face very seriously.

"Fuck... dad."

The boy shouted reluctantly.

Everyone burst into laughter

…………

At night, the bright moon hangs high.

On the martial arts training ground in the mansion, there were still two figures fighting fiercely under the fire. After a series of blows, Xiahou An, who was sweating, was breathing and shouting, saying that he would end today.

Xu Chu stopped responding to the sound, with a slight panting between his breathing, and a fine sweat oozing from his forehead.

Xiahou An wiped the sweat off his cheeks with his hands, and by regulating his breathing skills, he asked the number one bodyguard and thug: "Zhongkang, how do you think I am recently strong?"

Xu Chu didn't think too much and answered quietly: "Lord, you are already very strong."

Being praised is a good thing, but Xiahou An didn't think so. He shook his head and said, "Don't think I don't know you keep your hands everywhere, otherwise, I can't hold on for so long?"

Xu Chu didn't know how to refute it, because he did not do his best, but his lord's progress was indeed rapid.

Others don’t know that he is a very clear-cut “sandbag” he practices.

"Master, you don't have to work so hard." Xu Chu thought for a while and said dumbly.

Since coming to Dongjun, Xiahou An has never stopped practicing martial arts every day. Even though he was tortured the first day, he still got up the next day and continued to practice hard.

In his words, how can you survive in troubled times and without some strength?

"I'm not like you, I'm very talented..."

When she said this, Xiahou An was envious.

He had a golden finger.

However, several months passed, and Chu Ji was slow to see any movement. Xiahou An tried to communicate more than once, but in the end, the only response to him was the silence like a stagnant water.

Is this guy only appearing on the verge of despair?

Xiahou An imagined this more than once.

But he didn't dare to gamble. After all, he only had one life. If Chu Ji didn't come out, wouldn't that be a mess?

Moreover, borrowing the power of Chu Ji was able to consume life at the cost of Xiahou An unacceptable.

Therefore, it is best to become a big boss by virtue of strength.

Even if it's a little harder.

It's not too late.

The two of them, who had stopped, began to walk back.

Xiahou An was talking nonsense all the way, and Xu Chu had long been used to it, and just listened silently from the side. Some words he couldn't understand would not hinder. Anyway, what the lord said was right.

Passing by the pavilion in the backyard, there was a petite figure sitting in the pavilion.

Dong Bai, wearing thin clothes, held a fat cat in his arms, sat in the pavilion, holding his jaw with one hand, and stared at the night sky in a daze.

The round-toed shoes as big as a palm were taken off to the ground, and two fair feet fell from the stone pier to the air, facing the bright white moonlight, which was dazzling.

Xiahou An gently stepped on the stone platform, walked behind him, took off his coat, and gently draped it on the girl.

Dong Bai turned around and showed a hint of joy between his originally frowning eyebrows.

Xiahou An walked to the side and sat down, looking at the kind-hearted little girl, and said in a gentle tone: "Xi Ci, why haven't you slept yet?"

“Somewhat can’t sleep.”

The girl stroked the fat cat in her arms and replied in a daze.

Xiahou An asked tentatively again: "Do you miss Ahon?"

The girl shook her head.

"Then do you want to go to Qingzhou? I can take you with me..."

Xiahou An sent an invitation.

Dong Bai wanted to go in his heart, but she couldn't respond. She knew that if she went, it would only become a burden to him.

Seeing that Xiahou An wanted to say something else, Dong Bai covered his mouth and laughed: "Boyang, don't you hate long tongues and noisy women the most? Why are you talking so much today?"

After being joked by Dong Bai, Xiahou An really didn't know what to say.

"Okay, it's late at night, I'm going back to bed. Boyang, you go to bed earlier too!"

Dong Bai deliberately yawned, patted his mouth with his little hand, said good night to Xiahou An, got up and left with the fat cat.

Looking at the beautiful figure who was leaving, Xiahou An always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

When he returned to the house, he told Diao Chan about this.

The beautiful woman first became tranced, then adjusted her emotions, and chuckled and said, "How can a girl not miss the spring? Xici has no relatives and is not young anymore. If your husband is interested, he will marry her back to the house next year. I can also have a sister..."
To be continued...