Chapter 1202: The cute little general who has become the "Oiran" (87)

Chapter 1202: The cute little general who has become the "Oiran" (87)

"...Xing'er, what is this?"

Seeing this scene, Xiang Junxian was stunned.

In his family's pocket card... even if it is hollow, why is there such a strange thing hidden? He doesn't know it? ?

Xiang Xing only glanced at him faintly.

His head shifted slightly, "I don't know what it is. Grandpa just said that this is the evidence."

"...What is the evidence?"

Xiang Junxian was really curious, and couldn't help but step forward subconsciously, and stretched out his hand towards the little guy, wanting to take the little oily paper bag over and see.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for him to run into something, his own daughter took her light work again and quietly backed away a few steps.

"The Xiang Junxian of our General's Mansion is dead. You are no longer Xiang's family. You don't need to know what it is."

Xiang Xing said seriously, and then quickly put the small oil paper bag into his belt.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Junxian was stunned, but there was nothing to do.

I could only sigh silently and laugh lowly: "That's right, that's right."

The General's Mansion, father, and her daughter, back then, he voluntarily gave up.

Now he came up again begging for nothing, no matter how he thought, he was too cheeky.

"Well, that's all I want to tell you."

When you're done, Xiang Xing glanced at the time in the system, and without saying a word, took out a small bamboo tube of Fengxiang Ling and pulled it into the air.

After sending out the signal, she thought for a while and walked back to the stagnant Xiang Junxian again.

After that, she took the red sandalwood family waist badge from her waist and handed it to him.

Said, "I folded your waist card, this one is to compensate you."

"……what."

Xiang Junxian replied blankly.

Seeing that his daughter didn't mean to withdraw his hand, he couldn't, so he could only accept it silently.

And held it in the palm of the hand, subconsciously rubbing it carefully.

Feeling the smoothness of the waist card, the man paused, a touch of guilt in his eyes.

There is a cloud in the ancestral training of the Xiang family, this unique waist card for each person, every time you go to the battlefield, you have to grind it once.

Until the ages, the smoother and brighter the waist card, the more it can reflect his life's magnificent military exploits, and it is a symbol of family glory.

And the daughter's waist card...

Unexpectedly, he was more selfish than him, and the broken waist card that had been quietly covered by the pulp plate for more than ten years was even more delicate and bright.

It is conceivable that his bitter daughter fled because of his retreat, how many times he has been on the battlefield, and how many enemy troops he has resisted.

Thinking about it, Xiang Junxian felt more sore in his nose.

But I don't know what to say.

Seeing Xiang Junxian's not quite right expression, Xiang Xing tilted his head and blinked softly.

After that, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help but outline the corners of his lips indifferently, and took two steps back.

Chao Xiang Junxian put on a martial stance, and said with a smile: "Would you like to have a discussion with me?"

There is nothing that cannot be solved in a fight.

...

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Lan took the shadow guards and escorted Qiaoling and Huzi back to the small courtyard.

But his eyes widened by the shock of the sight in front of him.

In the small courtyard, his little girl and Xiang Junxian lay down on the left and right, panting, seemingly exhausted.

And there is even some color on the two of them!

"...Xinger!"

The man suffocated his breath, and flashed to the little guy in an instant, lifted her up distressedly, and hugged her into his arms.

Xiang Junxian! ...