It's the month of wax, and Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching. Zhao Shinan was a little nervous, he didn't know how he should face his ancestors and ancestors in the future. The achievements and glory of the Zhao family were buried by him. In Zhao Shinan's mind, a good man should revitalize the portal and glorify his ancestors. But now, I have lost these things that can comfort my ancestors. Zhao Shinan sighed lowly, no matter what, it should be the same for whoever produces, the government runs the private office, and it can produce and circulate Cheng Yuejin, which can be regarded as a merit.

Zhao Shinan sat there, his straight back was extremely desolate and arrogant.

But after waiting for a day, no one summoned him to talk about Cheng Yuejin. Zhao Shinan only thought that the people above were not there. After another seven or eight days, it was still quiet. Zhao Shinan had some doubts in his heart, this is not like their approach, the above has always sent people to mobilize him every once in a while, coercing and inducing him to cooperate with the government. Now it's unbelievably quiet.

Zhao Shinan couldn't help but ask the guard: "Has the word arrived?"

The guard has always received a lot of Zhao Shinan's dots, but he is also polite: "It's been delivered." There are also people, but there seems to be no response. "It's really strange, doesn't it always say that Cheng Yuejin is like seeing gold?

Zhao Shinan was a little afraid that they were playing any tricks at the moment, did he know that he was holding Zhao Shinan's weakness in his hands, so he had no fear and was careless? Or did he want to capture him and use this trick to dry him? Zhao Shinan spent more than half a month in doubt, but instead of talking to him about Yuejin's cooperation, he let him go.

Looking at the jackal feather who came to pick him up, Zhao Shinan was a little puzzled: "Who told you to come?"

Jackal Yu's excited steps were a little unsteady, and he helped Zhao Shinan, who was a little stumbling, into the car, and said, "It was the old lady who was notified by the people of the Du family, and the old lady ordered me again." ”

Zhao Shinan asked urgently: "What about the young grandmother?

Jackal Yu replied: "I let it out, but not in the Du family." He looked at Zhao Shinan's face and said, "I heard that the young grandmother was taken to an official residence in Nanjing. The Du family went to visit twice, but then they were never seen. But I heard from the people of the Du family that the official residence -------"

Zhao Shinan's eyebrows cleared, and he couldn't help drinking: "Say!"

Jackal Yu gritted his teeth and said, "I saw Young Master Ling Quan in the mansion. ”

Zhao Shinan's head seemed to be knocked with a stick, his heart was numb and a little unconscious, Jackal Yu told the driver to drive, Zhao Shinan only looked out the window all the way, did not speak, she was there with him, thinking that it was safe.

Jackal Yu looked at Zhao Shinan's haggard figure and thin face like an axe, and he didn't feel good in his heart. Don't talk about the young master, this matter is your turn, and it is enough to be aggrieved. What is it called? Today's political situation is also ever-changing. In Beiping before, Young Master Ling Quan was a wanted criminal, but after the Xi'an Incident in autumn and winter, the two parties cooperated to control the Japanese invaders, and Young Master Ling Quan became a person who could talk to the government. And the young master can only watch his woman being rescued by others. The way of the world!

In the official residence of Minister Zhou in Nanjing, Du Heng fell asleep grogily. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, in her dream, the silk in the sky was like water, the moonlight was like water, and Zhao Shinan stood at the end of the silk all over the sky with a smile, staring at her. She tried to reach for it, but she couldn't. My heart was as anxious as a cat scratch, and I almost cried.

The two of them can't help each other, I'm afraid it's the ultimate pain in life.

Zhao Lingquan sat on the edge of Du Heng's bed, looking at that pale face, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he seemed extremely uncomfortable. His heart twitched as well. He's late. In the past, because of his identity, he could only pay attention to her secretly, knowing that she was safe and sound, and that's it. After the Xi'an Incident, he was finally able to walk openly on the road to the Guotong District, but he got the news that she was locked up.

He tried his best and tried his best, and even did not hesitate to give up the position of director of the Jianghuai District Political Department after the cooperation between the two parties, rescued her, and "him" whom she did not hesitate to save at the cost of her life.

But it's still too late. When Zhao Lingquan saw her, her hair was unkempt, her face was sallow, and she was nested in the haystack of the prison, and she was no longer human. She is a political prisoner, the most annoying type of prisoner in the government, and she is often arraigned, and she is not allowed to sleep for several days and nights, even if there is no severe torture, long-term mental torture is fatal to a weak woman, not to mention that she still has old diseases.

He didn't know how he had carried her out of that unsightly place with trembling hands, her thin body, light as a feather, as if it would turn away at any moment. In Minister Zhou's official residence, Minister Zhou's special doctor personally went out for emergency treatment, and only then did he take back Du Heng's life from the hands of the king of Hades, and later it was Chinese medicine that continued to recuperate. But it's been more than half a month, and I'm still groggy and don't have any time to be awake. Zhao Lingquan's heart was aching, if he could suffer these sins for her, he would not hesitate. But he couldn't replace him.

He hated himself, why couldn't he have known about this earlier? But he had been in charge of the important task of the united front in the Beijing-Tianjin area, and after the fall of the three eastern provinces, this task became extremely imminent. Until now, the two parties have been able to unify their mission against Japan. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being born in this troubled world, and the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband. He was too busy to keep an eye on her. It would be good if there was an afterlife, if he could be born in a peaceful and peaceful world, he would definitely leave these heavy things behind and just be an ordinary person, accompany her and guard her.

Zhao Lingquan looked at Du Heng stupidly, looked at her sometimes frowning and sometimes slightly comforting brows, and reached out to help her tuck the quilt. But unintentionally touched her cold little hand, Zhao Lingquan's heart moved, and it was like a long-frozen ice surface, cracked with a click, and flowing living water burst out. He hesitated for a long time, then slowly reached out and held the boneless soft wattle, and his heart jumped up.

He had guarded her for half his life, but he had never touched her so closely. For a while, he was a little red-faced. Isn't it not bright enough to do this by himself? But he was really reluctant to let go, so he held Du Heng's hand like he was holding the most precious porcelain in the world, and sat quietly. After a long time, he finally put his hand to his lips as if he had made up his mind, and landed a fiery kiss.

Chinese New Year's Eve is the most solemn time of the year for a clan. And the return of Zhao Shinan made this day more solemn and firm. Early in the morning, Zhao Shinan had already taken all the men in the entire clan, carrying the prepared sacrifices, and arrived at the tomb of the Zhao family in the south of the city. The ancestors of the Zhao family have more than 100 large and small ones, with walls outside, family temples built inside, and tablets for worship. White walls and blue tiles, pine and cypress forests, extraordinarily solemn.

The old people in the clan took the lead in singing, and the men in the clan, led by Zhao Shinan, followed the ritual of bowing. Facing the ancestors of the clan, Zhao Shinan had an indescribable taste in his heart, Chengyue was passed down to the world, not only the light of the family, but also the light of the nation, but all of this, in this era of broken mountains and rivers, is a bit heavy.

The sacrifice ends in the morning, and the offerings are divided according to custom. Zhao Shinan saw Zhao Chengyuan in a corner from a distance, since he was expelled from the Zhao family compound, Zhao Chengyuan and Zhao Lingquan's mother lived in the south of the city. has always been under the white eye, and every year the clan sacrifices are ranked according to seniority, and Zhao Chengyuan has to be ranked last.

Zhao Shinan paused for a moment and instructed the people who divided the sacrifices: "Pick some good ones and send them to the third master of Cheng Yuan's house." Everyone was stunned, and Zhao Chengyuan had an unbelievable surprise on his face. Zhao Shinan didn't speak anymore and walked out of the family temple.

After the Spring Festival, Du Heng's body gradually turned around, and after some conditioning, although he was still weaker, he was able to go to the ground. From the mouth of the servant, she understood that this was the official residence of Minister Zhou of the National Government, and she was saved by Ling Quan, and Zhao Shinan was also saved. She was relieved. But since she woke up, she hadn't seen Ling Quan. She couldn't help asking, "What about Mr. Bai Qing?"

There was a clever one among the subordinates, and he replied to Du Heng: "Mr. Bai Qing has a task and has left Nanjing." Before leaving, he told the girl to live here and recuperate. Whatever is needed, just ask. ”

Du Heng thought that although he was weak, he was still able to move, and he had been living in the place of Minister Zhou, whom he had never met, and it was not a problem, so he said to his subordinates: "My body has recovered a little now." It is also inconvenient to live here for a long time. Why don't you say back, I'll go back to Yangzhou in a few days. There is also an elder brother and sister-in-law at home. ”

The subordinates glanced at each other and smiled at Du Heng: "The girl lives first, and we have to go back when we are free." Du Heng nodded.

The days passed, it has reached the spring of March, the spring river is warm, the season of peach and willow green, Du Heng urged several times, the people still didn't give a word, Du Heng's body has basically healed, I can't help but feel anxious, and finally moved: "If you still can't vacate this space, I will go and talk to Minister Zhou myself." ”

The subordinates were a little panicked, and hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, girl. Let's go back and forth. Du Heng sat on the chair and waited for less than half an hour, a middle-aged man of about thirty came, wearing a blue tunic suit, and saw Du Heng stretching out his hand with a faint smile: "I am Minister Zhou's secretary." The surname is Guo. Don't know what you need?"

Du Heng pressed his breath, shook hands with Mr. Guo and said, "Minister Zhou has taken care of him these days, Du Heng is grateful. But the harassment has been going on for a long time, and the family is anxious, and they really can't live anymore. ”

Mr. Guo looked at Du Heng, raised his hand and ordered everyone to go out, and sat on the chair opposite Du Heng.

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