Pei Fanxian did not rush into the door, but walked gently in front of the yard. The yard that had been in the dozens of times was empty in front of the door.

The family is really in a slump. If you want to erect the halberd frame that represents the position of the Three Dukes in front of the door, you must at least wait until Pei Judao's daughter officially becomes the crown princess.

There was a weird man standing at the door, and he was slow to come in. The servant in the doorman looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't help but come to greet him.

"Which company are you from?"

"This one!"

Fan Xian was speechless. He had been away for several years, and the servants of the gatehouse had been changed several times, and he didn't even recognize a famous person like him.

The servant looked him up and down, what a joke about my family!

"Report a name."

"Pei Fanxian."

"Are you the sick person?"

A slap.

"I'm still standing so close!"

"Yes!" Fan Xian smiled.

It's thumping again.

"I also talked to you!"

Fan Xian nodded: "Don't be afraid, I'm cured now."

In front of the servant, the urban legend about Pei Fanxian appeared in a series, his legs became weaker and his head became more and more confused.

Within three seconds, he closed his eyes and fell down.

Is this...dizzy?

It turns out that I am so powerful that I am recovering, so powerful!

Another servant saw him coming and ran away, not even his companions were concerned.

There was no one in the doorman, and Fan Xian pushed the door open and entered. Every man was innocent and was guilty of possessing a treasure. It was because I was so outstanding that I caused so much trouble.

Let him take a look today, what kind of monster are these bad-hearted and unscrupulous Pei family members...

The third uncle knelt in front of the portrait of his ancestors, burst into tears, crying. Behind him, more than a dozen children cried.

They were all the victims who were deeply implicated by Fan Xian's illness. The third uncle was so excited that he was devoted to it. The escaped servant ran into the door and knelt in front of him.

"Uncle San, the sick girl is back!"

The third uncle was stunned and couldn't hear what this said.

"What's going on with your face?"

The servant's nostrils were still bleeding. He wiped it and said excitedly: "I saw the sick girl and ran back all the way, and accidentally hit the pillar!"

"What did you say?"

"The sick girl is back?"

The servant looked at his third uncle in surprise, saying that when he is old, his mind will deteriorate. Now it seems that it is true.

"How is this possible!"

"Isn't he dead?"

From the back house to the main hall, the third uncle couldn't figure out how this sick man could survive.

A zombie fraud?

It was not until I saw the real person, and saw Pei Fanxian's bright eyes and rosy cheeks standing in the wind that I realized that he was indeed not dead.

Which one is the one who killed Thousand Swords!

How dare I lie about military affairs!

Pei Fanxian is now fearless, has a healthy body, and has the thigh of Prince Li Hong.

I'm still afraid of these monsters and monsters!

Come on, let’s kill them all!

After a moment, an old man with thin cheeks entered the main hall, and Fan Xian was happy as soon as he saw it.

Isn’t this the third uncle?

"Uncle San, Fan Xian misses you so much!" Pei Fan Xian came to Uncle San first. If he hadn't been avoiding quickly, he would have pulled his hands up.

"Fan Xian, there was news in the morning that you were dead, why are you alive again?"

What's dead and alive is really a shame.

The third uncle retreated repeatedly, Fan Xian moved forward step by step, smiling brightly. Now he was very happy and proud.

"This story is too long, and my third uncle probably doesn't like to listen to it, so I won't say it."

His purpose was not this. Uncle San endured the tremor that surged, and finally arranged a seat for him.

What is going on? Why do sick people refuse to explain clearly? At this moment, living sick people are more terrifying than dead people.

The little six-mighty-mada-master was sitting down, completely ignoring the difference in their generations, and the third uncle was still standing.

When my clothes shook, I had the momentum.

Fan Xian smiled and said, "Uncle San, where are you locked him up?"

The third uncle said in surprise: "When will we detain him!"

The people were indeed in the mansion, but they had absolutely no interest in detaining him. After a long time, the people in the back house could not help but be driven by curiosity and gradually surrounded him.

Several women came to watch the sick children with their children. These children were only three or five years old and had never seen him.

Of course, his several miserables would not fall behind. Seeing Pei Fanxian sitting calmly and energetic, he gritted his teeth even more hated.

"Why did I hear that you detained Xiaoliu and didn't allow him to go out and save me?"

When he asked this, his third uncle also remembered who was the person who lied about military affairs.

It's Xiao Liu!

If he hadn't come to report the news early in the morning and begged them to help cure the disease, how could they have received the news so quickly?

This is damn!

Pei Fanxian returned home with ambition, and his third uncle looked at him cautiously, full of vigilance. As an elder, he must not be defeated.

"Fan Xian, I am very pleased to see that you are doing well now. However, we did not detain Xiaoliu. He couldn't leave because he fell ill."

Falling ill?

Xinjila milk!

Didn’t Xiao Liu never fear that his illness would attack him?

The third uncle sighed and told him the chaos in the morning.

Xiao Liu was so poor that he had no money to hire a cart. He ran all the way to Yongningfang and was already out of breath.

After reporting the letter, he knelt in front of the door and begged hard. The Pei family's cold heart completely collapsed. He felt dizzy and fell down.

Although the Pei family is a ruthless and unrighteous person, they will not watch the slaves fall in front of their homes.

It is not good for the Pei family to be famous.

Fan Xian sneered, with reputation, they could drive themselves to the West City, ignore them for many years, and care about these things that do not exist at all.

Fan got up first, and the third uncle led the way. The two were going to visit Xiaoliu. After walking a few steps, they saw a servant who looked like he was only eleven or eleven years old.

Wearing a coarse cloth short, he ran towards him.

"Xiao Liu, are you okay?"

Xiao Liu's face was covered with tears, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Xiaolang is still alive!

Sure enough, did God hear his prayers?

"Xiaolang, I thought you were leaving me!"

"Xiao Lang, I'm so desperate that I won't die easily!"

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. The third uncle next to him always felt that he was saying this for him. The Pei family suddenly became lively.

Whether they have seen it or never seen it, men, women, young and old gathered in the main hall to watch the Pei family's treasures of the housekeeping.

He was tall and handsome, and there was no disease in his heart. He was younger and had not been attacked by Fan Xian's disease in his heart. He soon developed a good impression of him.

As for those victims, they naturally didn't dare to get close to him and looked at him from a distance.

Xiao Liu is fine, his goal today has been achieved. Pei Judao is still in the palace, and he has not heard of his prestige in the prince's place.

Just as he was about to take him away, Juro stood up.
To be continued...