Duan Qi sat on the sofa in the middle of the living room of the Huang Mansion, not without counting in his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Zhixian is a girl, smart and decisive, not easy to show off, the most rare thing is to be able to make up ideas on major issues and have her own position.

In such an era, although people like them still have to pay attention to the family, but a woman's own charm and knowledge are also very important, the so-called marrying a wife and marrying a virtuous person, passed down from the ancestors, is not unreasonable.

Although they have always ignored the affairs of the backyard of their families, they have seen a lot of ladies from south to north, among which there are naturally many people who are better than Yan Yatou, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be no one who can match her charm.

The most rare thing is that my grandson likes it.

The daughter married into the Maocheng Qu family only ten years before she became seriously ill, leaving her grandson only eight years old. The Qu family is not angry, and he sees it in his eyes, but he never thought that Qu Jingrong would have the ability to let his little daughter, who has always been the most well-behaved and obedient, cut off the father-daughter relationship with him, just to be able to marry him.

There was no one in the Qu family, after getting the news of his daughter's death, he immediately went to Maocheng with someone, and after a few twists and turns, he still brought his grandson Qu Shizheng back to Beiping, took the word Yanzhi, and took it with him to teach him personally.

When his grandson was sixteen years old, he threw him into the barracks under his command, and the child did not teach him to be disappointed, and in just two years, he quickly rose in the army and became a first-class and well-known general in Anhui.

Seeing that he had grown up almost, he lit another fire, patted him on the shoulder, and told everyone that this was his Duan Qi's grandson! He knew that instead of taking care of him, this brought him more unconvinced. After all, fame and identity, which are used to suppress the people below, the more you go up, the more weak and ridiculous they become.

Qu Shizheng's heart and means, handed over to Duan Qi, is a tripod Southern Meng and Northern Qu.

Duan Qi took a sip of tea, watched Qu Shizheng and Huang Jinfa talking, and sighed in his heart.

Now, his grandson has grown into a sharp blade with great resourcefulness and courage. Thinking of the past years, it was not that he did not intervene by his side, the people in the open and in the secret were all specially trained elites, but they also received orders, unless his life was in danger, he was not allowed to come to the rescue.

Every month, I have a fixed time to report, and whenever my subordinates leave, I have to meditate for a long time, assassination, poisoning, battlefield fighting, or fighting marksmanship or fighting military stabs, no matter how serious the wound is, even when my grandson is the youngest, I have never mentioned it to myself.

Let him come to the Huang Mansion to propose marriage, this is the first time he has asked his grandfather to do something. Not to mention how he looked at Yan Yatou, even if he didn't agree, he couldn't say half of the word "no" because of Qu Shizheng's heart.

Taking advantage of this atmosphere of talking and laughing, Duan Qi also spoke: "Haha, I think what we said is almost the same, I have to get back to the topic, Huang Gong, how do you think your girl is worthy of my grandson?" ”

If he was so straightforward, Huang Jinfa felt that he almost fainted on the mountain, and his head was a little dizzy, and he let go of the way he had held it before.

slapped the table at the moment and said: "Old Duan, I'm not bragging, look at my golden-haired girl, she is beautiful, she is still an intellectual, she is worthy of anyone, I think my daughter is a loss to marry!" ”

"But this General Qu is different, he has a heavy army at a young age, and he doesn't have to say anything about the chief, the two of them are very compatible, very compatible!"

His words were both arrogant and a little rough, but fortunately, Duan Qi also climbed up from the bottom soldiers of Beiyang, and after being in a high place, this kind of reckless atmosphere was a little nostalgic, so he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Jin Jin's words.

This kiss was thus decided, and the date of the wedding was also finalized, and it was held ten days later.

She's going to marry someone she likes. In the Daqing Dynasty, the wedding between the emperor and the queen was called a state wedding. Qingbai gave her amnesty to the world, sang and danced, drank and had fun, and only gave up for three days and three nights, such a high-profile and flamboyant, but she never gave her a sincere smile, at that time she always felt that she had no heart.

Qingbai, let Mo Cang go with you.

Zhixian closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was already hazy with tears, she seemed to have traveled through endless time and space, and saw his clear eyebrows and eyes, so she looked at her with a smile and didn't say anything.

She never forgot it, so she could only try her best to let it go.

The wind in the early winter was bleak, the pine needles were swishing, and I looked at the gentle and smiling black and white photo of Fu Ping on the tombstone, and my tears couldn't help but fall again.

She is not good at crying, but since she returned to China, she has shed tears one after another.

If she hadn't insisted on going her own way, would Aunt Fu still be alive now?

"Xiao Zhixian, as the old saying goes, women can't go to the battlefield, this is not right, you just ask a man and tell him to jump into the well, is he afraid? I came to fill this well, and if future generations can still hold the banner of communism, then it doesn't matter if I can live or not! ”

Fu Ping's words seem to be still in her ears, she is not afraid of sacrifice, because she has her own beliefs and persistence that is worth fighting for all her life, even if sacrifice is irrelevant, but she tells Zhixian to live well.

"Aunt Fu, I'm going to marry Yanzhi, I'm very happy."

Her slender fingers touched the cold photo, and the tears finally fell like beads of broken threads.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Zhixian wiped his eyes and went back. Because she came to Fu Ping's cemetery, she didn't ask others to follow, and she just walked on the road by herself.

She walked across Jiangwan Road and stopped a rickshaw, and the driver looked very honest and honest, but he pulled Zhixian in the opposite direction.

He was also afraid of being idle, so he hurriedly explained: "A group of people in front of me have blocked the road, I'll take a detour, miss, don't worry, you can't delay." ”

"How can the road be blocked?" There are many merchants in this area, and it has always been orderly.

"It seems that a group of Chinese youths are fighting with the Japanese."

Zhixian "sighed" in his heart, now the situation in Shanghai is tense, I heard that the previous few times Japan repeatedly provoked but did not succeed, why did this time it start a fight?

"I heard that two Japanese monks from Miaofa Temple went to the concession to carry out activities, and were injured by ******** young people for no reason, where can the Japanese in the concession suffer this loss, this matter is a big trouble, I watched from a distance, it seems that the police have passed!"