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On the night of early spring, the sky is dotted with stars, sprinkled all over the ground.

By the moat, in the foreigner's mansion, the lights are brilliant, the saxophone is blowing, and there are songs here every night.

A foreigner in a suit and leather shoes shuttles through the hall with a woman with beautiful temples in various colored clothes, or a blonde and blue-eyed foreign woman in a dress, or a Chinese woman in a cheongsam and a glamorous skirt.

It is a place where figures with heads and faces gather, and the upper class of people in rich brocade robes or suits and ties, come and go, and glass of red wine are staggered.

One by one, the cars stopped, the door with the flag of the town army opened, Huang Fuchen was wearing a neat and majestic blue military uniform, with a prominent epaulets, the starlight on the military hat was particularly conspicuous, a cold face, not smiling, this got off the car, immediately attracted many ladies to stop and watch.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yanran got out of the car, because she knew that it was a foreigner's banquet, Ye Yanran naturally changed into a beautiful dress, an aqua blue tunic dress, a snow-white fluffy shawl, her long ink-colored hair was pulled up high, and she was pinned with a delicate headband.

A pair of slender lotus arms climbed up Huang Fuchen's arms, and she still understands such etiquette.

Huang Fuchen looked sideways, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on Ye Yanran's arm that climbed up his arm with a smile, hooking his lips and smiling deeply, "Yan'er, you are becoming more and more sensible." ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyes and glanced at Huang Fuchen, and fell back lightly, "Young marshal, this is the etiquette that a banquet should have." ”

Huang Fuchen laughed lightly, hugged Ye Yanran's shoulder, his heart was puffing for a long time, and he whispered, "Yan'er, will you dance with Ben Shuai for a while?" ”

Ye Yanran stopped, looked at the man's eyes, and was a little suspicious, "Young marshal, do you really know how to dance?" ”

Huang Fuchen cleared his throat and pretended to be a little calm, "Of course it will!" Ben Shuai can be civil and martial! How can a mere dance stump me? ”

Ye Yanran listened, and looked around with a faint eye, the mansion not far away, the lights were bright, and the sound of the saxophone was playing.

"Young marshal, I'm not feeling well and don't want to dance." Ye Yanran fell back in a cold voice.

When Huang Fuchen heard this, his face suddenly darkened, his palms clenched a little harder, and his voice was a little lower, "Yan'er, just accompany Ben Shuai, go in for a while, many people, let everyone see how beautiful Ben Shuai's eighth aunt is, and how seamless she dances with Ben Shuai!" ”

Ye Yanran's eyes fell to the side coldly, thinking in her heart, it's not your plaything! She didn't want to dance with Huang Fuchen, a rude man, her intuition would not be what she wanted.

"No, there are too many people, I don't like it." Ye Yanran fell coldly.

This rejection again made Huang Fuchen very unhappy in his heart, this dance after several days of hard practice, Lao Shizi made people tired every day, and he was unwilling to dance.

"What about Jin Yue? He invites you to dance, and you will? Huang Fuchen's voice was a little cold.

Ye Yanran sank her eyes and muttered for a moment, "I didn't dance with him." ”

"Ben Shuai is not blind!!" Huang Fuchen's voice was angry, "Look at it really, if you go one step late, you let him dance with you in his arms, this lonely man and widow, do something more." ”

"Huang Fuchen!!" Ye Yanran's cold and angry voice was cut off at once, and her eyes flashed with excitement, "Don't imagine everyone as dirty as you!" ”

Huang Fuchen's face was cold as if frozen into a layer of frost, and his palms were clenched.

The four eyes are facing each other, the fusion of water and fire, and the sound of extinguishing little by little, like the sound of quenching.

At this time, Adjutant Chen saw that everyone was paying attention to this side, and hurriedly stepped forward and reminded in a low voice, "Young marshal, Eighth Aunt, there are many people here in the mansion. ”

Huang Fuchen shook off his military sleeves and fell down coldly, "I don't know what to do with a bad woman!" ”

Huang Fuchen stepped on the carpet and walked inside, and Ye Yanran lowered her head and followed.

The two groups of soldiers lined up behind him, the spears on their shoulders fell from their shoulders, and they dropped the safety in unison, raised their arms, and the muzzles of their guns fired into the sky.

"Bang bang bang~~!" The guns fell, and the muzzles of the guns smoked as if they had fired a welcome salute.

The guests all around were stunned by the gunshot.

"Papapa~~!" There was a warm applause, and the guests hurriedly high-fived.

A carpet of gold thread stretched out from the door to the banquet hall.

Ye Yanran's heartstrings trembled, and she looked up at the man in front of her, her tall and solemn back, and she couldn't help but feel a chill.

Huang Fuchen's face was cold, and his face was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.

Ye Yanran looked at the people who were applauding around her, and found that everyone was quite afraid and respected this man, thinking about it, he was a tyrant in the west! Can you not be afraid?

Everyone automatically stood on both sides, in front of Huang Fuchen, Ye Yanran followed behind, stepping on the carpet in the middle, and walked towards the banquet hall, and the applause around was endless.

With this feeling of all eyes focused on herself, Ye Yanran felt a little nervous for the first time.

Ye Yanran's eyes fell on the front with a light color, looking at Huang Fuchen, as if he had changed someone, his face was so cold that there was no temperature, he was like this on such an important occasion?

"Wele!young marshal ~~~!" The British envoy in the mansion came out to greet him, and the British envoy wearing a white shirt and black suit tuxedo spoke with Huang Fuchen with great enthusiasm in Chinese, which was quite fluent.

Ye Yanran listened behind her, all about the construction of the railway.

In the banquet hall, the applause was particularly warm, and both eyes shot at Huang Fuchen, and then fell on the woman behind him.

At this time, a German engineer rushed over with a translator, and the translator suddenly spoke excitedly to Huang Fuchen, "Young Marshal Huangfu, did you see the report on the construction of the railway last time to your adjutant?" How does it feel? ”

"Young Marshal Huangfu!" A French envoy rushed over with a railway engineer from his own country and said anxiously, "Our railway plan is more suitable for the prosperity of Qizhou, and the design adds an additional railway to Heishiling." ”

A large number of people rushed to surround Huang Fuchen, trying to win the right to build a railway, which was greatly beneficial to their own country to open the door to the western gateway.

Ye Yanran stood behind her, listening to the envoys and engineers of each country holding their own opinions, and trying their best to fight for the construction rights of their own countries, if they were thoughtful.

Huang Fuchen looked at everyone with a cold face from beginning to end.

Ye Yanran felt that she was not suitable at this time, so she stepped aside, took a cup of coffee and drank it.

"Hello, beautiful young lady, may I ask you to do a dance?" At this time, a man who looked like Sven and was wearing a suit stepped forward to invite.

Ye Yanran glanced at Huang Fuchen, who was surrounded by everyone, shook her head slightly, and politely refused, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not feeling well and don't want to dance." ”

Ye Yanran knew in her heart that that man would never allow herself to dance with other men, not to mention that she had rejected him just now.

A moment later, Adjutant Chen stepped forward with an interpreter and said something, and the envoys and engineers from all countries dispersed.

Huang Fuchen stood behind his back and stood under the bright lights, and the lights and stars and moons generally fell a layer of brilliance on his military hat.

Huang Fuchen glanced around, and found Ye Yanran sitting on the sofa in the distance, wearing a long aqua blue dress, a snow-white fluffy shawl set off her beautiful and white face, exuding a cold arrogance, sitting there, like an orchid blooming in a mountain stream, which is coveted, but because of that arrogance, he didn't dare to come forward to pick it.

When Huang Fuchen saw it, he snorted coldly in his heart, he was so cold and arrogant, could it be that Fei Shuai just made Ye Yanran look down on you, and Huang Fuchen was about to walk over.

At this time, a foreign woman with dark hair and blue eyes, tall and tall, wearing a luxurious dress, with a pair of bright eyes inlaid on her smooth goose egg face, walked up to Huang Fuchen with a skirt that mopped the floor, and smiled gently.

"Young Marshal Huangfu, hello, my name is Fu Annie, can you call me Annie, meet for the first time, make friends?" Anne stretched out her hand to Huang Fuchen, smiled beautifully, and looked at the tall and sturdy man in front of her, and her heart rippled layer by layer.

Huang Fuchen looked at the foreign-looking woman in front of him, paused slightly, and glanced at Ye Yanran not far away, his mind was slightly heavy.

"Good!" Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice, reached out to take the woman's hand, and shook each other.

"This young lady, which country is from?" Huang Fuchen suddenly came a little leisurely, stopped, and looked a little like a smile.

"Major Marshal Huangfu, I am Chinese, my mother is from Petrograd, my father is Chinese, it is the Mr. Fu over there!" Anne gestured to a man not far away.

The man turned his head and saw that his daughter was talking to Huang Fuchen, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said to Huang Fuchen very enthusiastically, "Young marshal, hello, I am the president of the Qizhou Chamber of Commerce, and this is my youngest daughter Anne, didn't bother you, right?" ”

Huang Fuchen bowed slightly, and his thin lips opened lightly, "No!" Miss Anne is very pretty, how can she bother? ”

Fu Annie listened, smiled sweetly, stretched out her hand, tilted her head slightly, and winked playfully, "Young marshal, can you please let me dance?" ”

Huang Fuchen listened, the smile on the corner of his lips deepened a little, and he fell heavily, "Okay!" ”

The saxophone was replaced by a piano piece, and the flexible piano black and white keys danced and floated into a beautiful waltz.

A round of applause fell.

Ye Yanran's drooping eyes lifted, and she was suddenly stunned...

In the middle of the dance floor, Huang Fuchen, who was dressed in military uniform, pulled a beautiful foreign woman and fell onto the dance floor.

The applause around was loud, and in the center of the stage, a man smiled brightly, and announced to everyone in a loud voice, "We are invited to dance with Miss Fu Anne Huangfu of Qizhou City!" ”

"Papapa~~!" The applause fell louder and louder.

Ye Yanran's ears buzzed, and her eyes froze...

Fu Annie landed on the man's high shoulder with one arm, and the other arm climbed the man's strong waist.

"Young marshal, this is the first time I've danced with a man other than my brother." Fu Annie raised her big eyes and spoke to the man with deep meaning.

Huang Fuchen's palm fell on the woman's slender waist, and the other palm crossed the woman's palm, and the ten fingers were interlocked.

"Miss Anne, why is that?" Huang Fuchen fell silently with a smile.

Fu Annie's eyes boldly looked at Huang Fuchen's eyes, raised the bright corners of her lips, and her voice was a little bewitching, "Because... I, Fu Annie, have yet to meet a man like you, the young marshal! ”

"Hehe~~!" Huang Fuchen smiled lowly, a slight wave crossed in his heart, thinking, why Ye Yanran, a hypocritical woman, would not think so.

Thinking of this, Huang Fuchen fell back to his thoughts, staring at Fu Annie in front of him with a faint gaze, sure enough, a beautiful woman, you can't just look at one, you have to look at a few more, Ye Yanran! Don't think that I, Emperor Fuchen, have to be you!

Ye Yanran sat on the sofa, looking at Huang Fuchen, who was in the middle of the dance floor, holding a woman around the dance circle, as if she had been stabbed by something, she felt uncomfortable all over her body, and lowered her head suddenly.

On the side were a few foreigners talking, still talking about the construction of the railway.

On the other side were several high-ranking wives and wives in Qizhou, all talking to each other.

"Look, that high-ranking Miss Anne is so tightly pestering the young marshal of the emperor, it seems that Fang Xin has secretly agreed." One lady quipped with a laugh.

"I'll just say, my lord gave the third child to the Fu family to propose, this Fu Annie has high eyes, she didn't look at it, so she refused, and dared to want to be the young marshal's wife!"

"What young marshal? I heard that this young marshal of the emperor is also a merry man, and he married eight aunts, didn't he say a while ago that he was too fascinated by the eight aunts... ”

"yes, yes! I've heard about it too! ”

At this time, a lady hurriedly interjected, "Oh, what do you know, this man likes the new and hates the old master, and the eighth aunt is too beautiful, and she will get tired of it after a long time!" This Fu Annie is so beautiful, she is still a woman who has not been out of the cabinet, this looks so different, any man will be fascinated when he sees it. ”

"Yes!" The other lady nodded, "Look at that, this young marshal of the emperor should be fascinated by Fu Annie, the third child of my family was rejected from marriage, and he didn't eat or drink at home all day." ”

。。。

Ye Yanran listened to the wives talking left and right, her mind sank slightly, and she became more and more uncomfortable inexplicably.

I couldn't help but raise my eyes again.

In the center of the dance floor, Huang Fuchen hugged the beautiful Miss Anne, jumped round and round, looking at the more skillful he became, the black knee-high military boots followed the woman's high heels, advancing and retreating step by step, sideways, and in circles.

Ye Yanran's eyes froze, and she saw a hint of a smile when Huang Fuchen and Anne were talking.

Ye Yanran felt a feeling of being overwhelmed in her heart, and suddenly stood up and walked outside, walking quickly.

In the center of the dance floor, Huang Fuchen glanced at Ye Yanran's back as he left, his mind sank slightly, and he glanced at Adjutant Chen who was not far away.

Adjutant Chen hurriedly followed Ye Yanran's back when he went out and chased after him.

"Young marshal, are you free tomorrow?" Fu Annie interrupted Huang Fuchen's thoughts with a loud voice.

Huang Fuchen looked at Fu Annie's inky blue eyes and a deep voice, "I'm free." ”

"Would you like to accompany me to the circus for a show?" Fu Annie invited directly.

Huang Fuchen smiled, how could he not understand such an active invitation? A deep voice fell, "Miss Annie, there are eight aunts and wives in this handsome!" Do you know? ”

Fu Annie's bright big eyes blinked, and she smiled meaningfully, "If you are willing, I believe that I will be your last wife!" ”

"Hahaha~~!" Huang Fuchen laughed loudly, stopped dancing, and the eyes of all around him converged.

"Young marshal, what are you laughing at? Didn't Anne say it wrong? Too presumptuous? Fu Annie tilted her head sideways, a little playfully seducing the man's eyes.

Huang Fuchen lowered his palm, the smile on the corner of his lips was suppressed, and he looked out with a gloomy gaze.

"Is there a mistake or not, Miss Anne can think for herself." Huang Fuchen dropped these words and strode outside.

Fu Annie looked at the back of Huang Fuchen leaving, as if it was the direction in which the woman left just now.

"How's it going, Anne? What did you say to the young marshal, and he smiled so happily? Fu Annie's father stepped forward and asked.

Fu Annie glanced at her father and said with a smile, "I said that I would marry him as the ninth aunt, and he laughed." ”

"Aunt Nine?" Fu Annie's father was a little puzzled, "Annie, will this be too wronged for you?" ”

"How so?" Fu Annie smiled, "Dad, what about a powerful man like the young marshal Huangfu, what about Aunt Jiu?" And most importantly, who will be his wife! The woman on the tip of his heart, that's what matters! ”

Fu Annie's dark blue eyes deepened, she has had an outstanding appearance since she was a child, thinking that the man she marries one day must be a master, and Huang Fuchen, who is powerful, is the best husband in her mind.

。。。。

In the back garden of the mansion, Ye Yanran looked at the starry sky, her eyes were gloomy, she was panting, and her mind was full of the scene on the dance floor.

The old go, the new welcome...

Ye Yanran's heartstrings tightened suddenly, that kind of unwillingness, that kind of hatred, filled her heart.

Is my Ye Yanran's youth ruined by a man like this?

Ye Yanran asked herself...

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