Chapter 1203: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (88)
When he glanced angrily at the middle-aged man who was not far away, he saw Qiaoling also rushed forward.
Without saying anything, he slapped Xiang Junxian directly.
"What's the matter with you, how do you beat your own daughter like that?!...You are still not a father, are you a man!!"
Feng Lan and Xiang Xing were both taken aback by her sudden behavior.
Xiang Junxian, who was slapped by her, smiled and struggled to sit up.
"It really deserves to be my Da Xuanyuan's'Jade Face Asura'..."
He wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and cast Xiang Xing's gaze again, which was full of surprise and pride.
Immediately, he nodded and clasped his fists, saying, "Xing'er...No, General Xiang, I am embroidered with a fist, I have been taught!"
"..."
Xiang Xing looked at him lightly, but said nothing.
After straightening out his breath a little, he turned his small face and looked at Feng Lan baffledly.
Gently tugging at the corner of his sleeve, he said, "Brother Fenglan, let's go back."
"...Okay, let's go back to Fengxiang Tower right away and heal you!"
Feng Lan was worried about her injuries, so she hugged the little guy horizontally and held it tightly in her arms without hesitation.
After looking at the family of three with complicated eyes, he quickly turned around, led a group of shadow guards, and left the small courtyard.
...
Back at Fengxianglou, Feng Lan directly ignored the curious and worried gazes of Situ Ling, Feng Han and others, and carried Xiang Xing back to his bedroom, and locked the door.
Putting her on the bed carefully, the man pursed his thin lips and squatted halfway in front of the bed.
Holding the soft and feeble little hand, he asked in a soft voice: "Xing'er, where did he hurt you? Tell Brother Fenglan, I can give you medicine, eh?"
"..."
Xiang Xing blinked softly and twisted subconsciously.
Well.
There are quite a lot of places to be recruited.
Seeing the painful look of her frowning and frowning, Feng Lan only felt that her heart was breaking.
The anger at the bottom of his eyes burned more vigorously, and the other hand, which was empty, couldn't help but creaked: "This king's envy...I won't let him go!"
"No, Brother Fenglan."
Seeing Feng Lan was so angry, the little guy paused, moved his body hurriedly, and moved closer to him.
With a serious expression on his face, he began to explain, "It was I who made him play a ten-strength match with me. I will be injured. That can only prove that I am inferior to others."
"Well... it's not that you are inferior to humans..."
As she said, she bit her finger again, and her little head tilted.
Thinking back, he muttered, "His leg was kicked and broken by me, and his right arm seemed to be broken...The internal injury is theoretically much more serious than mine..."
"So, on the whole, Xing'er still won!"
After all, the little guy actually laughed happily, his soft eyes shining brightly.
Seeing Feng Lan was speechless for a while.
But it seems to understand her approach.
Who is a child from a military commander’s family?
She is different. This is the first time she has discussed with her father.
In a sense, it can be regarded as a wish that has been lost.
After thinking about it, Feng Lan finally curled his lips in relief.
I couldn't help raising my hand and rubbing that messy hairy head: "Okay, let's not talk about this, can we heal the injury first?"
"Ok!"
The little guy nodded.
After a pause, he narrowed his soft eyes again, and a faint light flashed under his eyes.
Then, she frowned, pointed glutinously at the various places on her body, and counted, "Brother Fenglan, there is a bruise here, there is pain here, and there are also injuries here..."
As she expected, gradually, a slightly unnatural embarrassment appeared on Feng Lan's face.