Before her words fell, Xue Shao's eyes instantly darkened.

He stared down at her face, but his fingers rubbed her chest hard, and he moved under him, but his mouth gasped softly, "Why I let you out, you will know later...... Right now...... Don't think about anything again......"

Fan Yanqiao and Xue Shao didn't sleep all night, in the first half of the night, she was under him, and in the second half of the night, she got up to pack her luggage.

Because Xue Shao said that she was going to leave before dawn.

Fan Yanqiao listened, didn't say a word, pushed him away, and then lifted the quilt and got up.

She still has his imprint on her back.

Sure enough, early the next morning, before dawn, Nakamura's car was already waiting downstairs.

When she packed up everything and stopped downstairs, Xue Shaozheng was standing at the door and whispering to Nakamura, their expressions were very solemn, and when they heard her coming downstairs, the voice stopped talking suddenly.

Xue Shao turned his head to look at Fan Yanqiao, and the solemn expression he had just made disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He turned around and said lightly to Nakamura: "She will ask you, I hope that when you come back next month, the situation will be stabilized......"

Nakamura nodded and whispered, "Okay, please rest assured...... Dashao"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Fan Yanqiao, and greeted with a smile on his face: "Miss Fan, I haven't seen you for a long time......"

Fan Yanqiao slowly walked in front of him, nodded lightly, and said softly: "Mr. Nakamura, hello ......"

Fan Yanqiao looked up at Xue Shao as he spoke, and asked coldly, "Da Shao, I've packed it up, can I leave now?" ”

Xue Shao looked down at her expressionlessly, and Nakamura hurriedly said, "The car has been waiting outside for a long time, Miss Fan, please......"

As he spoke, he moved his body out of the way, raised his head and said to Xue Shao, "Then let's go......"

Xue Shao nodded, took his eyes back, and slowly walked into the flower hall with his feet raised.

Until Nakamura's car drove out of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Xue Shao didn't look out.

He lowered his head and held a delicate English revolver in his hand, playing with it until the butt of the black-brown walnut was warm before stopping.

He slowly walked to the window of the flower hall with his gun in hand, stretched out his hand and pushed the window open, the courtyard was very quiet, and the sound of the snow being broken by the guards walking outside the high wall could be faintly heard.

He was staring intently at the far gate, when a woodpecker, not afraid of the cold, flew over, and when it landed on a birch tree not far away, its claws grabbed the trunk and pecked it.

Xue Shao frowned and looked at it for a while, then slowly raised the pistol in his hand, and was focusing on the bird, but he heard the sound of steady footsteps outside the door, Sun Liangping walked in and stood beside Xue Shao and whispered: "Miss has left, I have sent someone to escort them to Shanghai, don't worry......"

Xue Shao turned his head to look at him, and when he looked back again, the woodpecker had already flown away.

He lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, then withdrew the gun, and said softly for a while: "Let's do it tonight, I have endured them for so long, and the matter should be over......"

On the night of Fan Yanqiao's departure, Wu Yingxiong, the commander of the Northern Army garrison, was shot and killed on his way home from the Peony Theater, along with Wei Shuhai, deputy director of the Garrison Bureau.

That night, the Beiping cabinet received news that the cabinet chief Zhou Jiazheng urgently telegraphed Xue Shao, asking him to give a reasonable explanation.

Xue Shao only said one sentence on the phone: "I am dealing with the internal affairs of my Northern Army, what qualifications does the cabinet have for me to explain?" ”

He hung up the phone.

That night, Xue Shao ordered an immediate investigation of all the officers and generals who were close to Wu Yingxiong, and found a total of 13 people who had conspired with Wu Yingxiong to overthrow the Xue family's regime.

At that time, Fan Yanqiao was on the train from Mukden to Shanghai, and when she got the news, Nakamura did not tell her.

The train finally stopped at Shanghai Station after three days of travel on the road, and they took a tanker directly to Japan after a day of rest in Shanghai. Live and throw the bib.

He is a China expert, and he only talks about the customs and anecdotes of all parts of the country, but he keeps silent about the actual politics, so Fan Yanqiao didn't know anything about Fengtian in the past few days after he left Fengtian.

She once asked Nakamura Xue Shao why she sent her to Japan to study in a side interview, but Nakamura only smiled and said that Xue Shao was for her good, afraid that she would abandon her studies at a young age.

Fan Yanqiao listened, only smiled and nodded, but secretly figured it out in private.

When I finally arrived in Japan, it was already five days later.

When he landed, Fan Yanqiao's eyes seemed to open the door to a new world, with the bustling crowd of people in front of Yokohama Port, the endless comings and goings of trucks and rickshaws, and the Japanese women walking in large and delicate kimonos, each picture was full of freshness.

She took a deep breath and heard Nakamura say with a smile: "Miss Fan, the person who came to pick us up has arrived......"

Fan Yanqiao turned his head to look and saw two brand-new cars parked in front of the dock.

Several men in black suits walked briskly over, bowed respectfully to Nakamura, and then reached out to take the luggage from the cabin attendant behind them.

The first young man with a tall figure and a handsome face smiled and said to Nakamura, "Mom has been looking forward to you for a long time......

When Nakamura heard this, he smiled and said to Fan Yanqiao: "This is my eldest son, Nakamura Hideki......"

As he spoke, he pointed to Fan Yanqiao and introduced, "This is Miss Fan Yanqiao......

Hideki Nakamura smiled and bowed to Fan Yanqiao again, and said in a low voice, "Hello Miss Fan, have you worked hard all the way?" ”

His figure was not at all as thin as Nakamura's, but rather tall and straight, and when she stood in front of her, she suddenly felt a little pressure.

Fan Yanqiao stepped back without a trace, and said lightly: "It's okay......"

Nakamura smiled and said to Fan Yanqiao: "Let's call him Ah Shu in the future, he is five years older than you and is in college...... You can call him my brother......"

Fan Yanqiao listened and nodded: "Okay." ”

The group went back to their home in Yokohama, and at dinner, Nakamura's wife Michiko and the maid cooked a whole table of Japanese food, and kept asking her to eat.

But even this can't stop her enthusiasm.

Fan Yanqiao was not accustomed to eating raw and cold Japanese food when he was in Mukden, so he only drank a few flavors of soup and said that he was full.

Seeing that she put aside her chopsticks and stopped eating, Michiko hurriedly apologized and said that her cooking skills were not good, and she was going out to ask a chef to come back tomorrow to do it, Fan Yanqiao looked at her exaggerated apology and felt a little uncomfortable, she said with a little embarrassment: "This is already very good, it's that I'm not used to eating out......"

The kitchen in the Marshal's Mansion has always been famous for the delicacy of food, and Xue Shao is very particular about what he eats, so Fan Yanqiao has eaten Wu's sister-in-law's craftsmanship, and then eats these, and suddenly feels a little rough.

When Michiko heard her say this, she had no choice but to do it.

The next day, when Nakamura went out to run errands, Fan Yanqiao and Michiko were talking on the stepping rice in front of the court, but they inadvertently talked about the situation in Mukden.

Michiko took a sip of tea and sighed, "Mr. Nakamura will be leaving next month...... The situation in Mukden was turbulent, and I heard that many people died...... I really don't want him to go back so soon......"

Fan Yanqiao's heart moved, and he lowered his head and asked, "Is something wrong with Fengtian?" ”