The war horses left the barracks, and in the afternoon, Yue Fei returned home with several personal soldiers.

The servant took the reins and took the horse to the horse shed. Back to the courtyard in the middle, the housekeeper came up and said a few words in a low voice. Yue Fei showed a somewhat surprised smile on his face, and he quickly accelerated his pace.

The sunset was covered, and the red light fell from the gaps in the tree in the courtyard, and there were children playing with each other. After Yue Fei walked past the door of the corridor, his vision expanded in the distance. In the middle of the courtyard, the small Yue Yun chased his sister and ran, as if he was going to grab something in the other party's hand.

"Sister... let me show it, just take a look..."

A sound from afar came. Between the two children was an old man with pale hair, who looked around and smiled as the two little guys circled around him.

"Master" Yue Fei walked over and bowed.

Zhou Tong helped him, "I'm still here at home."

"How can you not worship me in front of you?" Yue Fei responded with a smile, then looked at his two children, and saw a wooden box in his arms, and his face calmed down: "Yinping! Come here."

Seeing that his father's face was wrong, Yue Yinping quietly pulled Yue Yun who was chasing him behind him and whispered: "Go and call me."

It is obviously not the first time that Yue Yun, who is six or seven years old, has done such a thing, but this time he is only halfway through the run and is picked up by his father. Yue Fei took the box from Yinping's arms and held it in his hand: "Master, this is yours...How can you play for the child?" He turned around and stared at the girl: "...Go and pour tea for the master."

"…Yes." Yue Yin pouted, lowering his head aggrievedly.

Zhou Tong waved his hand and knocked on the wooden box, "You are still so square. I was going to give this weapon to you. When these two little guys saw it, they were curious, so they just played with it, and they were doing something with a fierce look on their faces."

"But…"

"But what... I, the old man, don't care. Why are you still struggling with? I've taught a disciple to be more mentally than a master." Seeing his expression, Zhou Tong knew that he could not get out again. He glared at him, stuffed the wooden box to the two brothers, and waved his hand: "Let's go, accompany the old man to go to the garden."

Seeing that his father was so glared that he didn't dare to speak, Yinping and Yue Yun laughed from behind until they left the back and left the yard. This was the house that had been in three places, and the garden was not big. Yue Fei looked at his back walking in the setting sun and asked, "Why did the teacher have the time to come to the disciple's mansion today?"

"...You Admiral is back." Zhou Tong stopped looking at the sunset: "I really have the same horoscope as his teacher. Why don't I like him? I moved out of the Bai Mansion yesterday and sat in your senior brother Lin Chong's house to accompany him to save my anger."

Yue Fei chuckled and walked to the side by side with the old man: "Why don't Master come to the disciple's mansion so that Fei can fulfill his filial piety."

Zhou Tong patted his shoulder, laughing out loud in his white beard, and his voice was loud: "You are the one who brings your family and often in the military camp. It's not convenient for you to sit here as a teacher. Lin Chong is just right there, your senior brother is a fool, thinking of a dead lady, and I've been thinking about it all the time, and it's convenient for me."

I said these with a smile, but the words were actually a bit sad.

Yue Fei also knew a little about this senior brother who had only met a few times, but now that things have come to this, he doesn't know what to say, and he has never been good at lenient people.

The garden is quiet and silent.

Soon, a hesitant voice spoke: "Today... on the way to come here, I saw the Jurchen envoy. Tell me, are you going to establish contact with the Jurchens? I forgot the deep hatred of the blood sea a few years ago?"

The young and majestic figure looked at the old man who was already old, with silver hair and angry eyes, struggled for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Hundreds of thousands of lives... How can disciples forget it, and the Admiral will not forget it. But this was originally a secret, and Fei could not tell others at will."

"Then stop talking. If you are going against the principles, you will be punished as a teacher." However, during the subsequent walk, the old man smiled after thinking silently.

“…It’s going to fight.”

Yue Fei looked at the old man without saying anything. In his sight, his wife Liu took tea to the pavilion. The two of them walked over and sat down while chatting.

"Teacher, the supper is almost ready. You can come and have a meal after chatting for a while." After the woman said that, after the old man responded, she left with the wooden plate respectfully.

Zhou Tong stared at the teacup in his hand for a while and followed the previous words: "I have a request for you."

"Master, please tell me." Yue Fei put down the tea and bowed his hand.

But I feel that the atmosphere is not right.

Zhou Tong looked at the tea that was rippling, "You should know that your lifelong wish is your master... Now that this year is high, that wish has been put down." Then, his eyes raised, slightly bloodshot, but he looked over calmly: "...If the Wu Dynasty army was going north..."

"...Let me do my best." He said softly.

A red glow burned in the sky.

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Bianliang, Baifu.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, Wanyan Zongwang sat lifelessly on a chair. Looking at the courtyard over there, a man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks teased the baby in the swaddling clothes. He smiled happily, and hummed in a while. There was a little girl four or five years old jumping around at her feet. The maid followed behind with a porcelain bowl, but fell to the ground. The girl laughed and clapped her hands.

Zong Wang's eyes flashed like a dead person, and saw a man coming from the corridor to the eaves here. Then, he turned his head sideways and looked elsewhere.

"Wanyan Ohu is your younger brother."

As the voice said, the figure sat down, gracefully picked up the teacup and drank it, "He is here in Bianliang as a messenger of the Jurchens."

Zong Wang trembled all over, turned his head, struggled for a long time and sat up straight, excitedly supported his hand on the tea table, and his cracked lips trembled: "... Zong Gan is finally going to do something? He wants to kill all his brothers?"

"Who told you that there are so many brothers? You see, there is only one Wu Dynasty, which is so easy to save time." Bai Ning gently brushed the tea with the cover, looking at the setting sunset.

On the other side of the tea table, Zong Wang struggled to reach out to grab the other party, "Please let him go... I understand that he will not hinder you. Is there anything I have to let me be the brother, can you? I have never asked you for your hand. This time I surrender, please don't kill him."

"This is not possible..." Bai Ning put down the teacup, his tone was calm, and a trace of pity fell on Zong Wang: "Our family likes to see a great hero like you live like a waste, as for your younger brother..."

Her slender and fair fingers tapped Zong Wang gently on the table in his sight: "...Heaven will let him go, I won't let go of his life."

The figure stood up and walked outward.

"Bai Ning"

The bearded man fell to the ground from the chair and struggled to crawl, "Please let him go...Please."

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It was getting dark. Liu, who was busy decorating dishes in the living room, saw Yue Fei coming in from outside alone. She opened her head and looked outside the house.

"Where is the mentor?"

"He's back."
Chapter completed!