The Beiping Army Prison stands in this thousand-year-old city, which was specially built by the Beiyang government to hold ****** and military prisoners. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The same is true for Zhixian, she never thought that she would have a trace of intersection with this prison.

Gu Wei didn't show up, he sent a rather capable middle-aged man beside him to accompany Zhixian, and the prison side had already greeted him, as if he was in a no-man's land.

"Miss Yan, that's it in front, I won't accompany you anymore, it's only ten minutes, within ten minutes, you must come out." The middle-aged man looked at Zhixian with a serious face and asked.

Zhixian didn't say much, nodded to indicate that he knew, turned around and walked inside.

Xu Guofan and the middle-aged man stood in place, both shocked by the calm temperament she showed, this girl didn't have a trace of fear in this kind of place covered with blood and torture.

In the long, dark corridor without a glimmer of light, her moon-white dress reflected the back of the lonely decision, and there was a thrilling beauty that could not bear to be blasphemed.

Before coming in, Gu Wei's people had explained the cell where Fu Ping was, and in order to prevent them from colluding confessions, several people were separated from each other, and Fu Ping was in the one at the end.

The empty hallway was only the sound of her heels on the concrete floor, which added a bit of horror. When everything was quiet again, Zhixian felt his hands tremble slightly.

"Xiao Zhixian, when you are afraid, take a few deep breaths, so that your mind will calm down again. Nothing in this world can bring people down, so there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

She still remembers that when she left the Yan family, she sometimes had nightmares at night, dreaming of the skyrocketing fire in her previous life, and would always wake up from her dreams.

But now, through the iron bars of the cell, Aunt Fu, who had once held her in her arms and taught her earnestly, sat on the tattered bed boards like a thin white sheet of paper, her hair was like grass, her clothes were like beggars, her feet were heavy ankles, and her white ankles were covered with blood.

She sat with her back to the prison door, the gray prison uniform on her slender body looked empty, everything was declaring that she seemed to be about to leave, but the straight back made people look up, I don't know what kind of family can raise such a backbone character.

Tears fell to her lips and there was a little ****, Zhixian took a deep breath, Rao is fist, but the hand was still trembling uncontrollably, she called softly: "Aunt Fu." ”

Fu Ping was stunned, turned her head in disbelief, and saw that it was Zhixian, a happy smile was reflected on her pale face, she got up and staggered forward, one hand grabbed the iron fence tightly, and the other hand raised to touch Zhixian's face, and then said affirmatively: "Thin!" ”

"I can see you again before I die, and I will be relieved."

Zhixian held her hand tightly and whimpered: "Aunt Fu, I don't want to, I..."

Fu Ping raised her hand and gently covered Zhixian's mouth, with a hint of firmness in her gentle expression: "Dedicating myself to communism is my lifelong lofty ideal, they will never kill the great communism because they killed me, Zhixian, don't blame Aunt Fu for hiding it from you, Aunt Fu thinks that you should have your own life and beliefs." ”

"Don't talk about this, you don't have to know too much about me, if you meet Uncle Ma again in the future, you just act like you don't know anything," Fu Ping looked up at Zhixian: "Live well." Get out, and say I drove you out. ”

In this situation, Aunt Fu is still thinking about herself, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with her, but she is so selfish!

Fu Ping is a guide to the role of Zhixian, from the first time she met in the Yan family, she firmly protected Zhixian under her wings that were not strong or even a little weak, after leaving the Yan family, everything related to Zhixian was more hands-on, such feelings, for Zhixian, is very precious.

In another life, she can't let her heart live with such heavy guilt and self-blame.

"Aunt Fu, I met Young Marshal Qu. He had the idea to save you, but I," Zhixian's tears became more fierce, and he choked up: "I asked Staff Officer Lin to call Duan Lao." ”

"Aunt Fu, I'm sorry, I'm too selfish..."

Fu Ping sighed silently in her heart, this is probably fate, how can such a thing as affection be broken and broken? The scene in Shanghai seems to have come true.

"Don't cry, Xiao Zhixian, you did the right thing, even if Young Marshal Qu rescues me out, I can't live alone when my comrades shed blood and sacrifice. What's more, anyone can see the pros and cons of this clearly, this is an unsolvable dead end. ”

How could Zhixian's tears be suppressed, it was Fu Ping who was talking all the time in the back, her face was full of tears, until Xu Guofan came in, she wiped her face fiercely, looked back at Fu Ping holding the iron fence and smiled at her eyes, and walked out of the prison step by step.

A day later, Tianjin.

Tianjin is more of a quiet haven than the political center of the capital, with a population of one million, with a convenience, tranquility and comfort that Beijing does not have. Commerce is thriving, order is stable, there are new cinemas, underground casinos, cabal music and dance halls, and White Russian girls everywhere.

Another advantage of it is that it is convenient to deal with foreigners, a total of nine countries have opened concessions here, and you can use foreigners and concessions to avoid risks when encountering anything, so it has become a good place for Beijing politicians to retreat freely.

Duan Qi is in the Japanese Concession, which is already an open secret.

Everyone knows that Duan Lao has no choice but to play Go, and he has never seen any guests, but in the past few days, there has been an endless stream of people blocking Duan Qi's door, I don't know who spread it first, Qu Shaoshuai is not in Beiping now, but in Duan Qi's house in Tianjin.

Almost everyone in the military and political circles wants to see him. After all, since the war between Zhiwan and Anhui, the young young Marshal Qu has kept it secret, and he is low-key as if he does not exist.

But low-key, does not mean that there is no strength, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the battle of Pingjin and Anhui was a war of unintentional love at all, and the direct line almost picked up a big bargain in Beiping for nothing.

At that time, it was rumored that Jiang was still old and spicy, but in recent years, the situation has gradually become clearer, and these people are stunned.

But no matter how much trouble was made outside, I saw that the Anhui system was getting better and better-equipped, and the morale was becoming more and more harmonious and high, and it had become an excellent army that everyone could fight, and the commander just didn't show up.

Everyone wants to know what he plans to do now, and he can also ponder the direction of the wind and prepare for his future, so Duan Qi has been unable to get through in front of the door for several days. In addition to the people sent by various military and political factions, there are also countless newspaper reporters of all sizes.