When I wake up in the morning, the sun shines through the window lattice, and the room shines brightly. Looking at the bright window, Wu Wu's mood became extraordinarily good. The heavy rain clears up, and it's a good day to drive.

Wu Wu got up neatly to pack his luggage, but in fact, there were not many things, mostly some gadgets given to him by Mo Qiqi. Since that family banquet, the little girl would often come to the town office to look for He Wetsuit, and then was pushed to herself by He Wetsuit, who was "busy with official business". The small town of Zhuyuan has been visited by them over and over again. Thinking that he could see the little girl again at today's feast, Wu Wu unconsciously sped up the speed of his hands.

Wu Wu went to the office.

Pushing open the door, he was startled, mistaking himself for being dazzled. At this moment, Commander-in-Chief Luo, who should be thousands of miles away, was sitting in his office. On the chair next to her sat a middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance. Dressed in a black cheongsam and wearing no accessories, it is indescribably proper.

The morning sun in early winter is very bright, and it is indescribably comfortable to shine on people. However, He Shiyi stood in the middle of the office, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, exuding a cold breath all over his body.

Wu Wu hurriedly saluted.

"You go out first." Luo Rongkai spoke to Wu Wu, but his eyes were staring at He Shiyi for a moment, and the room was full of slaughter.

Wu Wu took the door and retreated outside the door, not daring to go far, nor daring to stand too close. The room was quiet for a long time, and suddenly there was a sound of "clang" vases smashing. Wu Wu was shocked, and he rushed in without hesitation.

The people standing by the door with their eyes and hands quickly pulled Wu Wu away. Wu Wu looked back, but it was the mayor of the town, Mo Jiaxi. Mo Jiaxi glanced at Wu Wu and signaled him not to act rashly. The noise in the room grew louder and louder, interspersed with the sound of a woman crying, but no voices were heard.

"Bang." There was a gunshot in the house, and Wu Wu couldn't help it, pushed open the door and rushed in.

The office was already in shambles, with documents scattered and porcelain shattered. The woman in black sat on the ground, hiding her face and weeping. Commander Luo crouched behind the woman and was getting up. The gun in He Shiyi's hand hung down, his face was pale, his body trembled slightly, and he gasped slightly, already trying his best to suppress it. The shot must have hit the calligraphy and painting on the wall. There is a large hole in the wall, and the original beautifully bound wooden picture frame has long since fallen off, and only half of it is connected with some confetti, which is still "creaking" and shaking on the wall.

"That's what you can do." Five or six people poured in immediately after Wu Wu, all of whom had already pointed their guns at He Shiyi, who stood there without fear, as if he had not seen him. Luo Rongkai sneered and sneered, waving his hand to signal the guards to put down their guns.

He Shiyi closed his lips tightly, his face was cold, he was already angry, but he didn't reply. The room was silent for a long time, He Shiyi suddenly threw the gun in his hand on the ground, sneered at Luo Rongkai and the woman, and hurried out the door. Wu Wu had never seen He Shiyi lose his temperament so much, and he wanted to follow. But I don't know what happened, and the commander-in-chief is still here, so it will be inappropriate to follow rashly, and I will be in a dilemma for a while.

"Wet suits." The woman saw He Shiyi go out, and shouted eagerly, and her face full of tears was already a sad color.

"Don't follow it yet." Next to him, Mo Jiaxi patted Wu Wu and signaled softly. Wu Wu hurriedly saluted Luo Rongkai and hurried out to leave.

Wu Wu chased out not far before he found He Shiyi on the bluestone road outside the town.

"Captain Ho." Wu Wu paid attention to the look on He Shiyi's face, he was still a cold man just now, but at this moment, his face had returned to his usual cold and steady look.

He Shiyi walked on the bluestone road, the morning light was bright, and under the halo, the whole person looked extraordinarily soft. Wu Wu was in a trance, and the cold and angry person just now was actually someone else.

"Pack up, let's go back to Jinyuan." He wetsuit regained his usual tone.

"But ......" Wu Wu thought that the commander-in-chief was still in Jinyuan, and couldn't help but feel urgent.

"I have my own plans, there is something in Jinyuan, we must rush back as soon as possible."

"Yes." Wu Wu saw that He Shiyi's face was solemn, and knew that something big must have happened to Jinyuan, so he didn't ask any more questions, and hurriedly took the order to leave.

Wu Wu had already gone far away, and He Shiyi was still standing in place. The weather is still early, there are few pedestrians on the bridge, He Shiyi stands at the head of the bridge and looks at the direction of Jinyuan. "You must wait for me to come back!"

The weather was already extremely cold, and the military cell was even colder. Qing Qian fell ill within a few days of being imprisoned, but fortunately, Qin Yiqian entrusted the relationship and asked people to bring medicine and some silver tickets to Qing Qian, so that life was better. But in the end, it can't compare to the home, the dark house is ventilated on all sides, and the humidity is also very heavy. Throughout the day, no one was seen except the soldiers who delivered food.

After being locked up, Qing's shallow heart slowly calmed down. There is no need to guess, there is no need to beware, if it is a matter of time before you are imprisoned, what if it is a day later or a day sooner?

It wasn't until the moment he was arrested that Qing Qian realized that he had always been the one who was chosen to protect. After her father was arrested, she only single-mindedly sought a way to rescue him. once secretly complained about why his father wanted to hide himself, but when all the mysteries were solved, how could he bear to blame?

That night, the meeting with Pan Qianqian was not shocked. In fact, there is already some speculation in my heart. But when I was told in person, I still felt embarrassed. If she could choose, she didn't agree with her father and Aunt Bi's approach. The situation in the Northland, people like Qing Qian, who don't ask about current affairs, have also heard of it, and it is already extremely chaotic when you think about it. At present, the north has not yet been settled by civil strife, and political enemies are eyeing each other, which is really a so-called internal and external trouble. It is not known whether the person for whom my father worked is still alive. It's just that die-hard people like my father still have obsessions.

Why should you be involved in this great river and mountain because of your personal desire for power?

She has always hated war.

Qing Qian grew up in the south since he was a child, and he has no impression of the north at all. I didn't want to be involved in this unfamiliar "hometown". Now, the Yan family is scattered, and there is no one who can ask for help. The things I did before I was imprisoned are probably just the struggle of the mantis arm to block the car.

Now, I just hope that Pan Qianqian can remember the old love and save her father. If not, it's good to have your own father. I only hope that after He Shiyi sees what he left behind, he can understand his painstaking efforts. That person, in a foreign land, can be free.

That's good.

She didn't seem to have done anything in her life, and she once had the idea of establishing a woman, but she didn't do it in the end. I've read some books, I've liked someone, and I've been liked by someone. Actually, she doesn't know if that person really likes her.

"Come out." Qing Qian looked at a small window on the high wall, and spontaneously froze. The lock of the iron door was opened, and the two jailers were condescending.

"Hurry up! Engage in shlaozi, procrastinating. "Qingqian has been sitting on the ground for a long time, and his feet are a little stiff. The two of them couldn't get used to seeing the shallow and slow appearance, and urged impatiently.

Qin Yiqian has not come to a good life, and it is not easy to think that he can protect himself for more than half a month.

The long hallway, dim and damp, with a cold wind blowing from nowhere. The body is just right, and it is difficult to walk with the heavy shackles on his hands. Qing Qian only gritted his teeth and followed, and did not delay half a step. When they came to an iron gate at the end, the two jailers did not go in, but only helped Qingqian open the door, and each stood by the door, thinking that it was the place in the interrogation room.

This is already the case, but Qing Qian did not show cowardice, so he settled down and went in.