"Yeah." Fanyin responded in a low voice. She had reached her limit at this time, and there were little stars in front of her eyes.

"How much wine did you let her drink?" Bei Ming said coldly.

Only then did He Ba realize that Fanyin was a little unconscious.

"I didn't! Chief! How dare I! I poured her a small cup of green fruit wine, just a small cup of green fruit wine!" He Ba explained in a panic, even his forehead was sweating. Green fruit wine,

It was just like a drink, He Ba said aggrievedly.

"You... you... chat slowly, I think I should go to sleep for a while." Fanyin said vaguely, and disappeared in an instant. The side door of the terrace was opened a crack, but no one was seen.

Bei Ming ignored He Ba. Before He Ba could regain his composure, everything around him was empty, as if no one had been there. He Ba turned around in circles several times, leaving only himself, mumbling:

"Oh my God!"

Fanyin fell asleep due to the drunkenness and reluctantly reached the fifteenth floor, but was unable to raise his eyes. He stood in front of the door for a while and did not reach out to open the door. He seemed to have fallen asleep and breathed softly.

"Well... we went to the wrong place..." Fanyin muttered in a low voice, tilted his head, and instantly moved to the door of the next door. He reached into his pocket to look for the key, and finally opened the door crookedly.

Fanyin pushed the door open and closed it with her backhand. The door was slammed hard. She stood in the room, dizzy, but she could still feel someone behind her. She turned around suddenly, opened the door, and said loudly to the outside.

"I drank too much! I went to bed! Don't worry! You don't have to follow me!"

Fanyin didn't know who she was talking to. She only saw the "door" outside. She stretched out her hand and pulled the "door" shut. But the force was too strong and she fell straight to the ground.

"Uh!" I heard a panicked voice and was shut in the door along with the Sanskrit sound.

Just now, Bei Ming was standing outside the door of Fanyin. He found it funny that Fanyin, who always seemed to him to be going his own way, was so confused at times that he was so drunk that he almost couldn't find his room. Just because of a glass of green fruit wine that looked like a drink, he was actually in the room.

He stood stupidly at the door for a long time.

Bei Ming heard that there was no movement inside the Fanyin door and was about to turn around and leave. At this time, the door was opened from the inside. He saw Fanyin's little face turned red, his eyes looking straight at him, and he said loudly,

"I drank too much! I'm going to bed! No need to follow me! I'm closing the door, good night!"

Immediately afterwards, Fanyin stretched out his hands, grabbed Beiming's front, and pulled him fiercely. Fanyin struck very quickly, and Beiming didn't take any precautions. He was startled! He was dragged into the door. Seeing Fanyin was about to hit the back of his head.

When he landed on the ground, he fell down with him.

Bei Ming used his left hand to block the back of Fan Yin's head, and his right hand passed through Fan Yin's side to support the ground. He could smell their breath even a fraction of a second between the two of them. Fan Yin turned his face in Bei Ming's palm and felt the warmth from his palm on his cheek.

She said happily: "The carpet is quite soft." After saying that, she fell asleep peacefully.

Bei Ming stared at Fanyin's wine-red little face in a daze. He couldn't help but get dizzy. His own little face also became hot, and his heart beat two beats faster. Then he quickly shook his head, turned around and jumped up, blocking it with his right hand.

Fanyin put his shoulder on her shoulder and hooked her legs with his left hand. The movement was gentle and neat. Fanyin didn't even notice that she was being held in Bei Ming's arms, and she was still soundly asleep.

Bei Ming carefully placed her on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with a quilt. Seeing that she was motionless and sleeping peacefully, he turned around and left. After closing the door, Bei Ming's mouth corners rose up unconsciously.

"What are you doing, kid?" Suddenly a deep voice came from beside Bei Ming. Bei Ming was so frightened that he lost his smile. He saw Beitang Muren standing behind him. He had just been distracted and didn't notice at all.

There is someone outside the door.

"What's wrong with Xiaoyin? Did you drink too much? Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I have to go in and have a look!" As he said that, Beitang Muren was about to walk to Fanyin's room, looking like he felt sorry for his precious daughter. It turned out that Fanyin just now

Beitang Muren's actions during the dinner did not miss Beitang Muren's eyes. Beitang Muren kept watching the child's condition, fearing that she would not be used to meeting so many people for the first time.

"What are you doing in there!" Bei Ming suddenly stretched out his hand to block it.

Muren stopped and said, "I'm going to see how Xiaoyin is doing. What should I do if I feel unwell?"

"She's fine, I put her on the bed." Bei Ming's hand still covered her and didn't put it down.

Mu Ren lowered his head and looked at Bei Ming, who was half a stature shorter than him, and suddenly felt a little puzzled. His son had always been taciturn and indifferent to others. He wished he could look more mature than his captains.

I spend my days crawling around with the soldiers, acting like a little adult. Why is something not right today?

"Have you been drinking?" Muren said suddenly.

"No!" Beiming was obviously a little panicked when he spoke.

Mu Ren thought to himself: This kid usually keeps a straight face, but when he drinks, he is no longer him. Beiming followed him and his grandfather to practice spiritual arts at a young age, and even took over the important position of head of the first branch at the age of twelve.

. It was difficult for him to say that it was just that Beitang Guanshan had told his father and son that Bei Ming must practice spiritual methods diligently. The disappearance of Taishu Xuan was unknown, which finally made Beitang Guanshan suspect that it was related to the spirit charm. He even told Mu Ren to let Bei Ming

Ming intervened in the affairs of the Military and Administrative Department as early as possible when he became proficient in spiritual skills.

"Oh! That's right! It's not convenient for me to go in! Xiaoyin is from a girl's family! I think of you as a boy!" Muren said, grabbing his son's head with his big hand, and Beiming's hair was scratched with thorns, and he grinned.

Looking at father.

"I'll ask your mother to come over and take a look!" Muren suddenly said.

"I said no, she was already lying on the bed and fell asleep."

"Did you let it go?"

"Um."

"When did you become so careful?" Mu Ren looked up and down at his son with strange eyes. Beiming looked at his father without making a sound, and his eyes became inexplicably stubborn.

"I'm very happy that you can care about Xiaoyin." Beitang Muren said, his expression suddenly darkened, and anger burst into his eyes, "I will never let go of your fifth uncle's matter with Lingmei! We must fight to the death!"

By this point, Beitang Muren had already clenched his fists, and his tall body could not help but tremble.

Bei Ming turned his hand and grasped his father's fist tightly, his eyes also said sharply and decisively: "Definitely!"

Muren looked at his son. He no longer looked like a child at some point, but became more determined. The sadness in his eyes was a little less: "My fifth brother has left a precious daughter like Fanyin. We will definitely take care of him."

Protect her and make sure nothing goes wrong again."

The fifth brother mentioned by Muren of the Northern Tang Dynasty was Wu Xiaoyao. He took the five characters in the fifth part of his surname to show his closeness. "I think that child doesn't like to talk too much. He is very sensible and has a strong personality. But I still have a good relationship with you."

If we can have a better conversation, you should pay more attention to Xiaoyin, you know?"

"I know." Bei Ming responded, but then asked, "How did you know that she and I got along well? We haven't spoken a few times in total." Bei Ming didn't quite understand.

"Xiaoyin's character, if I didn't trust you, you wouldn't be able to bring her back." Muren was talking about the time Bei Ming brought Fanyin back from the Tourist Village. Bei Ming thought about his father's words and probably understood.

"And you yourself, you have only been in the ministry for half a year, so don't be too nervous. You are more than enough to train soldiers with your spiritual skills. Don't be immersed in the ministry day and night. Don't dare to relax and keep a straight face all day long.

." Muren said, with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!