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Under the communication between the fox emperor and the wolf envoys, the wolf and the fox once again reached a friendly agreement, which agreed that the two clans would make good friends and compete with each other according to their abilities in the selection competition in the near future. No matter how the results were, they would respect their opponents and never use dishonorable means.

The task of the wolf emissary is completed, and Jiang Jin and Jiang Meng will follow the wolf emissary back to the snow mountain.

Before leaving, they went to Tingyuan.

Yan Huai accompanied him to play chess and chat with the fox emperor until sunset.

Yanhuai wants to go back to Beiyuan to find Tingyuan as soon as he gets to his house, but Yan Jilang and Bai Yuan are having dinner in the front hall.

Parents are having dinner. It's impossible for a son to go back to his yard without saying hello.

After saying hello, of course, he will be left to eat.

Before Yan Huai sat down, the court Yang winked, "TingYang, you go back first, and have dinner with Tingyuan. I'm here with my father and mother."

After all, he was a bodyguard who followed Yan Huai for many years. As soon as TingYang heard Yan Huai's voice over, he promised to salute Yan Jilang and Bai Yuan respectfully, and left in stride.

Yan Huai is afraid that Tingyuan is hungry and waiting for him to go back to dinner!

After coming back from the border, the way in which Tingyuan and Yanhuai get along has changed obviously. People with a clear eye can see that something must have happened between them.

Fortunately, there has been no other person in Yanhuai yard, so only TingYang can detect the change.

He was keenly aware that the relationship between Tingyuan and Yanhuai had changed. Instead of the strange feeling of being a young master and a man's favorite, he was like a newly married couple.

During this period of time, Yan Huai had to deal with a lot of things. He couldn't stay in the courtyard all day. A schoolboy in Tingyuan was certainly not easy to follow out.

But every day after Yanhuai comes back, he will find Tingyuan for the first time, and Tingyuan is no longer like before when he sees Yanhuai, he jumps up and down.

The way they get along with each other now is really like a couple.

In the past, he thought that Tingyuan was a child who didn't know anything. Yan Huai was just trying to be fresh when he was good with him.

Now it seems that both of them are serious. Tingyuan can bravely rush to the battlefield, and when he wakes up, he doesn't cry out in a coquettish way, which can make TingYang look at him with a new look.

Although it was too tiger for him to rush to the battlefield, it just showed that Yan Huai was very important to him, and he didn't regard Yan Huai as a gentleman who needed to be courted.

Think of here, TingYang silent smile.

The encounter between the fallen wolf Prince and the fox heir to the throne is, to some extent, predestined!

TingYang strode forward, the setting sun in his sheath engraved shadow, with his steps gently shaking.

Like the surface of the lake rippling under the wind, the water waves flutter and disperse in all directions, pushing the two farthest points on the periphery of the ripple farther and farther away, but once reaching the critical point and hitting the bank, they will still run towards each other uncontrollably.

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when Yan Huai returned to Beiyuan, it was already dark.

The peach blossom at the gate of Beiyuan has fallen in the past few days, and the petals are covered with a thick pink carpet in the forest, but the color can't be seen clearly in the dark.

Yanhuai strides into the road paved in the middle of the forest, and can see the light of fox fire in the room through the many bare branches.

Looking at the light, he couldn't help quickening his pace.

The wound on his back hurt faintly, but it could not dispel his joy of seeing Tingyuan.

It's strange. I met him before going out in the morning. He has already thought of Tingyuan and can't extricate himself.

He stepped faster and faster, hitting a string of irregular notes on the stone road.

It's the young people who are singing love songs.