With that, those Tang Zhaozong's subordinates were killed by that Tang Zhangwei's special forces.

That Tang Zhaozong had to place that Xue Darkness and those reliable subordinates by his side to ensure his safety.

Tang Zhaozong was still a little dissatisfied, but that Empress He had already seen through it, after all, the gap between them this time was mainly because of the gap in strength and heritage.

On the battlefield, the masters who have passed the test of blood and fire are naturally incomparable with those who are trained just for the entertainment of the rich and assassination.

That Tang Zhangwei was also very happy, and he said to his subordinates: "I didn't expect that my masters were so powerful, they easily solved those enemies, I originally thought it would cost a huge amount of money to solve them." ”

Wei Wan'er said: "This time, thanks to General Bai Cunxiao, he joined forces with that Wei Youji, otherwise we might not have been able to progress so smoothly." ”

With the smooth progress of Bai Cunxiao, those special elites who followed Wei Wan'er, under the dispatch of Princess Suining and Wei Zhuang, began to besiege the hunting grounds of Dahong Mountain.

Wei Wan'er and the others have to clean up all those people at once this time, after all, in that Tang Zhangwei's opinion, he can't let that Tang Zhaozong continue to develop these forces against him, because if these forces become the climate, they will be in danger.

Tang Zhaozong rode on his war horse, and he said to Empress He, "What are you going to do?" ”

Empress He said, "What can I do? I marry a chicken and a dog, and I can only follow you. ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "We are just a temporary retreat this time, and our great stride back today is precisely for the sake of tomorrow's stride." ”

Directly opposite the staircase is Zhou Junshi's house. His house was not equipped with an iron safety door, only a wooden door with mottled green paint; On the door, an inverted "Fu" word was torn and only half was left, and the couplets on both sides were clearly visible, and the name of Baoguang Temple was written in thick ink italics: "Outsiders, the law is not very lawful, and then the law is not lawful; The affairs of the world are still unfinished, so why not settle them. "It can be seen that this couplet is by no means bought everywhere on the street, but written by the owner himself, and both the pen and the content are quite Zen.

Then the door creaked open. For a moment, Tang Zhangwei subconsciously held his breath, but he stayed in place and couldn't move.

Appearing in the door was a young girl, the same age as Tang Zhangwei, with short black ear-length hair, the sea in front of her forehead was trimmed very neatly, her fair face was like silk with a trace of natural beauty and elegance, and her two white lotus-like arms matched the plain off-the-shoulder dress on her body just right. The whole person is like a lady sketched in ink.

"Who are you looking for?"

Tang Zhangwei stood stupidly in place, until the girl asked again, he realized his gaffe, and quickly took out his work card and said, "You...... Hello, I am from the Municipal History Museum, surnamed Xiao, is Mr. Zhou here when Mr. Zhou Junshi? ”

When the girl heard the name, a pair of bright willow eyes instantly lost their brilliance, and her lips moved but she didn't speak. Only then did Tang Zhangwei notice that she was still wearing a black hoop on her right arm, and he sighed in his heart.

"Mr. Xiao, come and sit down first......," the girl whispered, and then opened the door. Tang Zhangwei thanked him awkwardly, and then walked into the room. The living room is very similar to the girl's style, simple and simple, with only a jujube chest of drawers, a large Randes desk, and two old leather sofas in light pink. Tang Zhangwei noticed that there was a large photo on the chest of drawers, on which the old man had white hair on a shawl, a hard face line, and a very kind smile. The back of the photograph is full of books, mostly yellowed old books, with a few thread-bound books in between.

The girl made a cup of tea for Tang Zhangwei, her voice was very soft, but with a touch of sadness:

"He passed away yesterday and had a heart attack during morning exercises. No one expected him to go so suddenly. ”

"Ah...... Also, please mourn by the way. Tang Zhangwei stood up and expressed his condolences, he was not used to such occasions, "May I ask what do you call Mr. Zhou?" ”

The girl leaned her back against the wall, crossed her arms over her knees, and said calmly:

"I'm his wife, my name is Wei Wan'er."

Even if Junichiro Koizumi announced that he would never visit the Yasukuni Shrine again, Tang Zhangwei would not be more shocked than he is now. Wei Wan'er is twenty-two or three years old at best, and she is actually the wife of seventy-six-year-old Zhou Junshi? This age difference is too great, chasing the gap between Yang Zhenning and his wife.

Wei Wan'er's reaction to Tang Zhangwei was just a faint smile, she was already accustomed to such expressions, and she didn't say anything, but directly moved on to the next topic:

"By the way, do you have anything to do with my husband?"

Tang Zhangwei then remembered the purpose of this trip, he cleared his throat, and tried to get himself out of the surprised state just now: "Ahem...... Five days ago, our museum received a phone call from Mr. Zhou, saying that he had a cultural relic in his hand to donate to the country. I called two days ago to confirm that I had made an appointment with Mr. Zhou today. ”

"A relic?" Wei Wan'er was stunned.

"Uh...... Yes, it hasn't been identified yet, but that's what Mr. Zhou said. Tang Zhangwei deliberately avoided topics related to values. There have been cases where the donor died before the donation, and then the family took the antique and demanded a sky-high price for the museum; But in the next second, he felt that it was too blasphemous to play tricks in front of a girl like Wei Wan'er.

Wei Wan'er didn't know about this fluctuation in Tang Zhangwei's heart, she frowned and thought about it, shook her head and said, "I don't remember, my husband doesn't seem to have mentioned it to me." ”

"It's over, and sure enough, I started to admit it." Tang Zhangwei thought to himself.

"But my husband keeps a diary every day, and there may be records on it. If he had such a wish during his lifetime, I would donate it on his behalf to fulfill his last wish. ”

Hearing Wei Wan'er say this, Tang Zhangwei once again felt ashamed of his villainous heart, and he brought the water glass to his lips to hide his embarrassed expression.

Wei Wan'er stood up, took out a thick blue diary from the top drawer of the desk, and put it on the coffee table. Tang Zhangwei noticed that there was a delicate little lock hanging on the edge of the diary, but it was not locked.

"My husband and I both respect each other and leave each other a bit of privacy, so I haven't read his diary." Wei Wan'er seemed to have guessed Tang Zhangwei's thoughts, her voice was always very thin and flat, and even the sadness on her face was faint.

Wei Wan'er sat down next to Tang Zhangwei and opened the diary. A faint scent of hair sizzled in, and Tang Zhangwei moved his butt to the side as a thief, forcing himself to look at the diary.

(End of chapter)