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When Song Linxuan arrived at Tong's house, Tong Yan was kneeling in the center of his inner courtyard with his upper body on his back, holding an iron ruler firmly in both hands, facing the memorial tablet in the lobby, and leaning against the gate of his house.

Xu Shi grew up in the army since he was a child, and Tong Yanxu's eighteen-year-old face can no longer be seen. Even when he was kneeling, the expression on his face did not look like he was being punished at all, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

It's the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and today's snow is a bit heavy. The inner courtyard has already been covered with a thick layer of snow. Because Tong Yan is kneeling, the snow has already buried his thighs, and there is also a thick layer on his shoulders and head.

As soon as Song Linxuan entered the door, he saw Tong Yan kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, but his steps were not slow at all. When he reached the chaoshou verandah, he called out loudly, "Master Tong is practicing kung fu again today?"

As soon as Tong Yan heard that Uncle Xuan was coming, he couldn't help laughing, and replied angrily, "Yeah, yesterday he beat up the dude of the Li family, and his old lady came to him and asked my mother to give him a hand." Dharma, I have become Dharma right here!"

Song Linxuan smiled lightly, stopped at the entrance of the lobby, and yelled at Tong Yan, "Okay! Hurry up and pack up. I brought you a younger brother today. What does he look like shirtless?"

Tong Yan was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and when he looked up, he really saw a person standing beside Song Linxuan, wearing a bright red cloak, which was very eye-catching in the wind and snow.

Song Linxuan watched Tong Yan stand up from the snow, turned his head and introduced to the young man beside him, "This is Tong Yan, the son of my uncle and my savior Tong Dashuai."

"Yeah." The boy replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Yan had already stepped onto the stone steps, and looked curiously at the "brother" brought by Song Linxuan. This "brother" was a head shorter than him, with a face as big as a palm, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of spirit, and curved eyebrows Yes, it looks tight.

Seeing Tong Yan looking at his nephew, Song Linxuan kicked him with a smile, "Stinky boy! You can't walk when you see something good-looking!"

Tong Yan ducked away, and said with a smile, "Uncle Xuan, let me introduce you?"

Song Linxuan had no choice but to hold the young man's shoulders and pull him to his side, "This is Jiang Yuhuan, my nephew, who just came from Beijing yesterday, one year younger than you, Huan'er, this is your brother Yan."

Hearing the words, Jiang Yuhuan raised his head, met Tong Yan's gaze, and saw that there were still white snow particles hanging on his eyelashes, and his eyes were curved, "Brother Yan, I'm Jiang Yuhuan."

Dazed by his smile, Tong Yan was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Ah... hello."

After speaking, he raised his hand and touched his nose.

Song Linxuan watched Tong Yan's little movements calmly, feeling amused in his heart, this bastard likes to touch his nose when he is nervous.

"Okay, don't pretend to be innocent here, hurry up and ask your mother, and put on your clothes by the way."

"Oh... okay, I'll go... Uncle Xuan, please don't kick me..." Tong Yan was kicked by Song Linxuan again, and he scrambled to the north room.

Jiang Yuhuan looked at Tong Yan's back and thought it was very interesting. When he was in Beijing, the Jiang family was very dull and boring. The whole family was full of lifelessness. In this book, the sons and daughters educated have the habits of old aristocrats, so this is the first time I have seen a lively peer like Tong Yan.

"What? Huan'er can't walk anymore?" Song Linxuan looked at Jiang Yuhuan and smiled.

"Uncle, don't make fun of me, I'm just curious." Jiang Yuhuan looked away, smiled apologetically, and followed Song Linxuan into the lobby.