"The views implied in these manuscripts are too extreme and do not conform to the purpose of our newspaper.

Liu Qingqing sat behind the desk and commanded, wearing a cyan silk cheongsam, and a pair of white and delicate long legs under the table were pressed together and did not dare to move.

She has a bag of potato chips on her lap, and she may fall down if she moves, so she has to quickly arrange the task and let this deputy editor-in-chief leave quickly, if she knew that she wouldn't put snacks on her lap at will, Fu Xiaoxuan must have died of laughter.

Fu Xuan sat behind a desk next to him, there was a book standing on the table, put his mobile phone behind the book to watch a silent movie, and now that an employee was there, he had to put away the headphones.

While watching the movie, he peeked at Qingqing next to him from time to time, and looked at her sitting in a precarious position, and his heart was amused. But from the side, the stupid little fairy's charming long legs are really... Phew, the snack packaging on the leg is so cute.

"Okay, wicker." The deputy editor-in-chief was a middle-aged woman, and then she opened a document in her hand and said:

"There are many readers and writers who have sent us letters to want to know who the author of "Hui Ming" is Zijin, and how many of them are literary masters who have signed contracts with us.

As soon as she heard this, Liu Qingqing couldn't help but the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and every time she mentioned her pen name, she couldn't help but think of the words and numbers she gave Fu Xiaoxuan.

At that time, she gave herself a word: Zijin, Fu Xiaoxuan said that he wanted it too. So I gave him the word driver, the name Qiu Mingshan Layman, he didn't want such a great name, hum, think beautiful!

After thinking about it, Liu Qingqing replied: "Add two pages to the newspaper, add the content of an interview with the author, and I will be the guest of the first interview, and I will give you the interview draft in a few days, okay, you can get busy." ”

"Yes." The deputy editor-in-chief nodded at Fu Xuan again, turned around and walked out and closed the door.

There were only two potato chips left in the package, and Liu Qingqing couldn't wait to finish it, as soon as the door was closed, he picked it up and poured it into his mouth, and there were still a lot of scraps that could not be wasted.

There was still some potato chip powder on the corner of her mouth, and she subconsciously stretched out her little fragrant tongue and licked it left and right, it was delicious. Realizing that Fu Xuan was still sitting next to him, he immediately turned his head to look over, and sure enough, he was looking at her straightly.

Liu Qingqing's face turned red for a moment, although the two of them didn't care about this, but they still felt ashamed to be seen, all evil potato chip powder, if only it had half of Fu Xiaoxuan's thick skin, no, one-tenth of it.

The two looked at each other quietly, one with a slight flush on his face, and the other with a smile on his lips.

"Look at what, look!" Liu Qingqing was defeated from the confrontation and said angrily.

"The boss looked at the stupid and cute employee distressedly, don't you give it?" Fu Xuan smiled slightly.

With a cold snort, Liu Qingqing patted the table and stood up, "I'm going to duel with you!" ”

"It's an honor." Fu Xuan then stood up and skillfully clenched his fists and replied.

Since learning martial arts, the two have had another way to solve the "mutual hatred", upgrading from verbal kung fu to hand kung fu, and using gossip palms to dismantle each other's moves.

The two took a step forward, stood still and began to make moves, the movements were not fast or slow, this was not a real competition, just to test the palm technique, find out their own loopholes, and this is the office, and the conditions do not allow a big fight.

Fighting one move after another, Fu Xuan remembered something and said: "The plot hints at the preciousness of sixty-four hands all day long, but it is hidden, and I don't know when I will be able to learn such gossip and mastery." ”

Blocking his move lightly, Liu Qingqing replied: "Mingjin hasn't arrived yet, you just want to learn it, and the monkey is in a hurry." And when the world is developed, I will be able to extract the skills I have in the plot, sixty-four hands, click and send. ”

She can only extract skills and make items, and she can't copy the strength of the characters in the reincarnation world, so even if she will be unable to learn in seconds, what strength should it be, or what strength it is, without strong strength, she can't exert all the power of skills.

"It would be nice if you could go directly to the Xianxia World, and cultivate immortals directly, Meizizi."

Liu Qingqing smiled skillfully: "Fu Xiaoxuan, you are cultivating immortals every night." ”

"Yes, yes, you are the master of cultivating immortals, you stay up late every day to make dramas, don't think about it tonight." Fu Xuan took her apart and took the opportunity to quickly pinch her face, which was lovely and soft to the touch.

With a light snort, the movements in Liu Qingqing's hand sped up, a long time ago, she was a good baby who went to bed early and got up early, it was Fu Xiaoxuan who wilted and took her badly, drag racing, cultivating immortals, etc., laziness was also passed on by him, that is.

The two continued to fight against each other, pointing out each other's loopholes and mistakes from time to time, and with the relationship between the two, there is no need to be taboo to point out mistakes in person, and occasionally mocking and bickering will only arouse the fighting spirit.

Therefore, both of them can clearly feel the rapid progress of the palm technique day by day, and the effect of one plus one is far greater than two.

Thinking in their minds, both of them looked at each other directly, but their eyes flickered and they turned their eyes away at the same time, and the movements of their hands did not stop.

After a long time, Fu Xuan made a big mistake in his palm, the two stopped moving, Liu Qingqing grabbed his wrist, and taught him how to make a move just now.

After teaching, Liu Qingqing smiled slightly and opened his arms, "Remember?" Just then you're going to open the door, stupid. ”

"The middle door doesn't open, how can I hold you?" Fu Xuan took the opportunity to hug her and held her in his arms lightly.

Liu Qingqing hugged him with her hands, leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered, "You are my thug, you have to work hard to practice martial arts." ”

"You are the direct driving force for me to become stronger." Fu Xuan rubbed her fragrant long hair.

The two hugged each other quietly, Liu Qingqing yawned quietly, and just wanted Fu Xiaoxuan to take her to the sofa for a nap.

At this time, a sharp knock on the door broke the silence in the office, and the two skillfully separated quickly, and after each sat back at the desk, Fu Xuan saw that Qingqing had already sat down and his face had returned to indifference, so he cleared his throat and shouted out of the door:

"Please come in."

A young man opened the door and walked in, walked to Fu Xuan's desk and handed out a document, "President Fu, this is an urgent telegram for you." ”

"Okay, thank you." Fu Xuan took the document, and the man turned around and went out.

The telegram was sent by Gong Lao, and there was only one sentence on it: However, everything is in order.

It was now March 25, 1929, ten days after Li Renchao was placed under house arrest, and five days earlier, the Liangguang Guoshu Hall was forced to suspend classes after receiving an order from the government.

After knowing the news, Fu Xuan waited for a day to meet all the boxers of the Guoshu Gym, and discussed in a hotel for an afternoon, most of the southern boxers agreed with his plan, but most of the northern boxers hesitated, and the owner of the pavilion Wan Lai politely rejected him, saying that if the Guoshu Hall was disbanded, he would go north to Nanjing.

The northern boxer had no roots in Guangdong, and it was normal to hesitate, so Fu Xuan sent a telegram to Gong Lao, explaining the situation to him, and asking him to persuade the northern boxer.

Now Gong Lao sent a telegram saying that it was okay, indicating that the matter had reached the final step of success, and it was up to the future "Southern Heavenly King" Chen Jitang to make a decision.

Two days away, on March 27, the war between Chang Kaishen and the Gui clan was about to break out, and this war was followed by the largest warlord war in modern Chinese history, known as the Central Plains War.

Before the smoke of gunfire filled, most people already had a premonition that the pedestrians in Foshan City were hurrying in the past few days, and there were fewer hawkers along the streets.

Chen Jitang has taken refuge in Chang Kaishen, the cooperation between the two provinces has become hostile, the Guangdong army is pressing, and war is about to break out.

Handing the telegram to Qingqing who came over, Fu Xuan picked up the phone and dialed out: "Hello, please help me connect with the Guangzhou Provincial Government, thank you." ”

There are still two days to go to war, and I don't know if this Southern Heavenly King is still in Guangzhou, the time is crowded together, and his plan can't be delayed.

Listening to the answer of the operator on the phone, and hearing a loud shout from outside, Fu Xuan stood up and looked out the window, where a group of students were marching, holding up anti-war slogans.

sighed lightly, although this is just a reincarnation world, although he and Qingqing can't stop the general trend of history, but they always want to do their meager strength, and they actually come, and they can't go back if they can't learn martial arts, it's too wretched.