Chapter 3187 "Repayment"

Dongfang Xiong jokingly pointed out Qiao Pingyong's former name, and then did not discuss the meaning with Zhao Heng in depth, and went to the dining room to drink afternoon tea with him, during which he played a few games of chess, and finally left the ancient book to Zhao Heng to figure out, and went back to the house to take a nap.

The tea in front of him gradually cooled down, the chessboard was also a mess, the ancient book was even more golden in the sun, Zhao Heng stretched out his hand and wanted to pick it up, but this time there was no pond at all, the ancient book became heavy, like a thousand catties difficult to lift, and his expression became heavy!

Zhao Heng never wanted to guess Qiao Pingyong with malice, because it was his grandfather's son, his uncle, and his and Qiao Yuncai's relatives, and the latter also gave endless protection to himself, so every time his tentacles pointed at Qiao Pingyong, Zhao Heng's subconscious would be automatically cut off.

It's just that the superposition of too many things makes Zhao Heng have to force himself to think deeply, from the protection of Donald, the probability of the future president, the leaks in Moscow, the dead fat man in Dongying's room, Dongfang Xiong's several hints intentionally or unintentionally, and the mother's judgment passed by Mrs. Situ,

"Uncle, what kind of person are you?

Zhao Heng couldn't calm down anymore, picked up the ancient book and flipped through a few pages, compared to the casual reading by the pond, Zhao Heng was a little more helpless and careful this time, there were a lot of annotations in the ancient books here, and there were also a lot of notes from Dongfang Xiong, and the names of Qiao Pingyong and Qiao Zhengyong were impressive.

Looking at the red handwriting on it is not too long, it is obviously a mark that Dongfang Xiong has only made these days, but Dongfang Xiong did not elaborate on the doubts in his heart, more of a few small problems that are not painful, such as the psychological troubles of stopping the disaster, as if the meaning of the point is up.

What surprised Zhao Heng the most was that there were three words on the title page, Qiao Zhengyong of Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dance, but the orthography was later crossed out with a pen and changed to a flat character, Zhao Heng began to think that it was drawn by Dongfang Xiong, but if you look closely, it is not the latter's handwriting, and it is more youthful than Dongfang Xiong's heroism.

However, although the words are a little immature, but the strokes are still sharp, it can be seen that the owner of the handwriting is not the master who is willing to be ordinary, when Zhao Heng rubbed his head and felt that the handwriting was a little familiar but couldn't remember, a fragrant wind wrapped in crisp footsteps approached, and a soft voice sounded:

"The last one in this book was Minister Joe!"

When a touch of surprise appeared on Zhao Heng's face, Ye Qingrou walked in with a smile on her face, sat where Dongfang Xiong had sit, stretched out her slender fingers and pinched the chess pieces, and put them back in the box one by one: "It should be said that it is Minister Qiao's reading book in Moscow many years ago!" ”

Ye Qingrou obviously also knew something, and looked at the ancient book and smiled: "General Dongfang is in the Black Dragon Camp, after listening to your advice about Nian Qianyao's Gong Gao Zhenzhuo, let me go and collect the ancient books involving the latter, and want to find out what kind of person the original General Nian was." ”

"And why did he fail!"

Maybe it was because she had been recuperating for a few days, Ye Qingrou's hand holding the gun was a little more smooth, and the chess pieces were very good-looking in her fingers: "So I spent a lot of material resources to find books for General Dongfang to relieve boredom, including this book that accompanied the army to the west, maybe it was a coincidence, but it was more of a providence." ”

When Zhao Hengru was quietly drinking tea, Ye Qingrou's red lips lightly opened: "This book is like a book that Minister Qiao once read, you will know its origin if you read it carefully, General Dongfang cherished it like never before in the face of this accident and this providence, so he chewed it word by word." ”

Zhao Heng sighed: "Sure enough, it's the will of heaven!" ”

Ye Qingrou nodded lightly, and then looked at Zhao Hengrourou and said: "As a result, there are a few interesting things, the most important thing is the name change on the title page, Minister Qiao used to be called Qiao Zhengyong, after reading this book, he changed his name to Qiao Pingyong, and General Dongfang used his relationship to verify this news!" ”

"Confirm that Minister Qiao has changed his name."

Zhao Heng sighed and didn't say anything, he wanted to say a coincidence but felt that he lacked confidence, he knew that Ye Qingrou's words were just said by Dongfang Xiong through the latter's mouth, so that there was no need to be too embarrassed between the two, after all, Qiao Pingyong was his uncle, and it was inconvenient for outsiders to slander him.

Seeing that there was no anti-emotion on Zhao Heng's face, Ye Qingrou added: "Minister Qiao has rarely stayed in Qiao's house for more than ten years, except for his usual work and entertainment and taking the pulse of Huaguo's economy, his scope of activities is more in the ancient capital of Xi'an, and no one knows what he does." ”

Ye Qingrou straightened her towering chest slightly: "But what even the Dongfang General can't find out must not be a simple thing, by the way, Minister Qiao has the most contact with the Xi'an Military Base, and the commander of the base is the son and nephew of the Qiao family, and it is known as the material transit base to the outside world." ”

"There are only more than 3,000 people, and the area is only 1,000 acres, and the nature is also logistics."

Ye Qingrou's lips pursed slightly: "But few people can touch it lightly, almost all the soldiers in it are recruited by Minister Qiao, and it is so special because the military boss Bei Wujiang let the Qiao family be established and give it the same rights as the Special Zone." ”

"Borderless?"

When Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed subconsciously, Ye Qingrou added: "Bei Wujiang also has a few authorities, except for him, the supreme commander of the army, who can intervene, the rest of the people are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the base, of course, the military department does not have to bear its military expenses every year!" ”

Zhao Heng's heart moved slightly: Bei Wujiang has a good relationship with his uncle? He is not surprised that after the fall of North Wujiang, the various factions did not crush the mediocrity of Qiao related to North Wujiang, in addition to the role of the Qiao family in China, his uncle's money diplomacy has always been a fork, and it is not difficult to survive in the cracks.

He just couldn't figure out that Bei Wujiang would value his uncle, after all, the four major families were opposed to the Qiao family in a certain aspect, and the Qiao family was also suppressed by the four major families.

At this time, Ye Qingrou was telling everything she knew: "Later, after Beiwujiang entered the desert, the various departments were busy fighting each other for territory, and the Qiao family spent money to set up the military department, so that all parties intentionally or unintentionally ignored this corner of Xi'an, so that this military base remained mysterious!" ”

Zhao Heng pinched the teacup and took a sip, and then heard Ye Qingrou sigh: "When President Du rules the world, Minister Qiao has become a presidential celebrity again, and the president has also issued a presidential order, and there is still no one to ask about the base except him, the latter is completely a special zone!" ”

Her beautiful eyes fell on Zhao Heng, and her voice came out softly: "I'm sorry, Heng Shao, there are a lot of words today, Qingrou has no malice, but she can't see through Minister Qiao, and I see this ancient book again, it's a pure little discussion!" If it disgusts you, apologize gently! ”

"I'm sorry—"

Hearing Ye Qingrou's words, Zhao Heng picked up the cooled tea in front of him, poured it into his mouth and sighed: "You don't have to apologize, you didn't say anything at all!" Then there was a glint in his eyes: "It seems that my uncle is really a man of great ambitions!" ”

Uncle has been active in Xi'an for more than ten years, and even Dongfang Xiong can't find out what he has done, so he is naturally doing unknown things, he thinks of the Terracotta Army, thinks of the Chita Squad, thinks of the underground tunnels of the shrine, and the damn fat man, there is no doubt that the Terracotta Army is his uncle's masterpiece!

If the Terracotta Warriors and Horses were developed by his uncle for Huaguo, Zhao Heng would not have too many thoughts, but all kinds of signs show that many people do not know its existence, whether it is the original Hua Heroes, the West does not fall behind them, or the current Ximen Qing and Nannian Buddha, they do not have much knowledge of it.

And the North Wujiang has entered the desert again, which means that the uncle absolutely controls the terracotta warriors.

Ye Qingrou didn't respond, just bowed her head and poured tea for Zhao Heng!

At dinnertime, Dongfang Xiong really took out a collection of good wine, two jars of burning knives for more than ten years, genuine, and the specifications of the meals were also quite amazing, almost comparable to the top leaders meeting with officials from other countries, even Zhao Heng, who is not too fond of wine, has his eyes shining.

Ye Qingrou, who was reluctant to serve the table, couldn't resist the insistence of Dongfang Xiong and Zhao Heng, sat on the table, eating food quietly, saying very little, the three of them drank three catties of burning knives, most of which went into the stomachs of the two men, and Zhao Heng sweated all over his body, and he was extremely comfortable.

After the three catties of burning knives fell into their stomachs, the two of them felt that they were not satisfied, so they drank the remaining two catties, Ye Qingrou repeatedly blocked them before opening the second altar of burning knives, and in the end, two men, one big and one small, stood up on the table, staggered, and refused to be supported by the rest.

Zhao Heng was not drunk with a thousand cups, and even the more he drank, the more energetic he became, but tonight he quickly became drunk, obviously there was something in his heart, Ye Qingrou could also see that Zhao Heng had pain in his heart, and a pity rose invisibly in his eyes, and he took two steps forward and no longer avoided taboos, and helped him to walk to the bedroom.

"Maybe I'm saying goodbye and won't be coming back, do you understand? Do you understand? ”

When Zhao Heng was helped by Ye Qingrou to walk to the room to sleep, he saw Dongfang Xiong, who had always been calm and strict, unbuttoned and sang a song with his throat, it was that blood-stained demeanor, "Maybe I will not get up again, do you still have to look forward to it forever?" ”

In the semi-open hall, Zhao Heng's benchmark-like body straightened up beside Dongfang Xiong, and followed Dongfang Xiong to interpret the turbulent and flying style: "If so, don't be sad, the flag of the republic has our blood-stained demeanor, if so, don't be sad,"

"The flag of the republic bears our blood-stained demeanor."

Ye Qingrou looked at the two domineering and heroic men, her eyes moistened unconsciously, but the corners of her mouth were also a little more gratified, she knew in her heart that Zhao Heng was no longer an ostrich in the sand, as long as this man was willing to raise his head and take a look, Huaguo would face a lot fewer disasters.

Almost at the same moment, far away in the Qiao family compound in West China, Qiao Pingyong's study that has not changed for twenty years, deep, dark, and ancient, Qiao Pingyong, who had visited the old man, sat down in a rocking chair, and when his back touched the cold back of the chair, his fingers had pressed on the old-fashioned record player next to him.

A sad song of vicissitudes sounded: "Silent lips, there are still tear stains, this is not rouge powder, scars that can be concealed, broken hearts, how much love has been lost, crying eyes, let the tears stain red, how many years will it take to forget this love、、、"

Teresa Teng, "Repayment"!

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