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The next day, the weather was clear, and the jungle was shimmered by the morning light, and the gauzy light mist wandered, like a beautiful woman in a neon dress, standing proudly and dancing.

Bai Yungui's funeral was low-key and simple. Except for the old military in his army and the high-ranking military of the Nanjing government, family members and clansmen no longer accept any worshippers.

All the reporters stopped at the door.

Yang Sifa's methods are strong and crisp.

Many people say that Bai Yungui's death is bizarre, or that he is not dead at all.

But why play dead? He is in the prime of his life, with a noble status, and there is absolutely no possibility of retirement. The twists and turns in the middle, everyone speculated.

According to the meaning of Yang Sifa and Mrs. Bai, Bai Yun was buried in the cemetery in the western suburbs. There, he reclaimed it and buried the generals above the regimental commander level who died on the battlefield.

More than a dozen tombs have been occupied, and Baiyun is in the northwesternmost corner.

The ancients said that the northwest is the land of the emperor and the most noble, sitting in the north and facing the south.

The construction of his tomb foundation is the most luxurious in this area, and it is instantly recognizable.

After the funeral, the painting building closed its doors and did not see anyone, not even the old man and the old man, she did not see her. The large iron gate of the official residence was completely closed, guarded by guards carrying guns, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

In her master bedroom, there is a crystal bottle with pure white sweet roses.

The man who was recuperating in bed complained while drinking bitter medicine: "I don't like the smell of roses, pungent ......"

The painting floor took the medicine bowl, glanced at him, and obediently took the bottle of roses to the sofa and placed it next to the coffee table.

"You can't take it out?" Bai Yungui finally got angry, and his voice was a little high.

The painting floor pursed his lips, looking like a little daughter-in-law, and asked the maid to take out the vase.

There was only one servant left in the family, all of whom were loyal, and the others were all sent from the back to the Shanxi noodle restaurant, and then sent them separately.

There are many things that can only be done by painting the building itself.

For example, taking children, such as serving this uncle to drink medicine.

She came out of the room and went upstairs to see the child.

The nurses were all sent away, Qingge and Suyue could only drink milk, and the two children were not used to it, and they were very irritable. Su Yue kept crying, Chen's mother helped coax, and Qingge kept rubbing in the arms of the painting building, wanting to feed.

The painting building was a little distressed, and asked the housekeeper to cook the rice cereal himself.

When delivering food to Bai Yungui, he said that today's food was not good.

The painting building didn't say a word and fed him.

"I said it, there is a better way, you have to make me play dead! Yang Sifa actually listened to your dispatch! Bai Yungui was a little unhappy when he saw her, and began to mutter, "Father and mother are sick, and the in-laws and Su Jie got on the ship with injuries. Murong Painting Building, if you don't do anything, you will be wasted, you are making your own decisions like this, if something happens to your father and mother and Su Jie, you will regret it......"

Hualou didn't refute and continued to feed him.

He had several gunshot wounds on his body, two of which were on his right arm, and he couldn't eat with his hands, so he had to be fed by the building.

Bai Yungui tilted his head away, not wanting to eat: "Did you hear me speak?" You do something wrong and don't explain anything? ”

With a crisp sound, Murong Hualou smashed the bowl in his hand.

Bai Yungui was stunned.

She stood up indifferently, her expression was calm and surrounded by uncontrollable anger, but her voice was soft and eroded: "The only thing I have taken care of is myself." Nowadays, the only servants in the family are the cook, the housekeeper and Chen's mother. I will decoct medicine for you, feed you medicine, serve you food, and have children...... I can't do it, I feel so tired. Bai Yungui, if you are long-winded, I will be angry! ”

Bai Yungui looked at her in a daze.

A strand of her jet-black green silk accidentally fell, hanging obliquely on her ears and temples, and the whole person looked a little haggard.

Bai Yungui snorted and laughed.

The laughter was hard to contain, and he laughed more and more heartily and presumptuously.

The painting building finally changed his face, and waves appeared in his quiet eyes.

Bai Yun got up and pulled her, held her in his arms, looked at her puffed little face, couldn't help but kiss and kiss, and it took a long time to coax Murong Hualou well.

"From tomorrow, I'll eat by myself and ......take my time with my left hand," Bai Yungui said in a low voice, "You don't have to be so tired......"

It took Hong Yu two days to find the hiding place of Su Jie and Su Shi, it was Zhang Yan who kidnapped them, and Gao Xuezhi was stupidly killed by Zhang Yan.

From the very beginning, Zhang Yan didn't want to be Bai Yungui's aunt, but to approach him and assassinate him.

Murong Painting House first came to Yuzhou, and the Japanese spies that he killed were all counted in Baiyungui. Within the secret service, Bai Yungui was the first one on the list of deaths, and the Japanese wanted him to die in every possible way.

Zhang Yan was brainwashed as early as Japan, and she became a loyal lackey of the Japanese Empire, vainly trying to enter the Japanese military.

They kidnapped Su Shi and Su Jie, wanted Bai Yungui to do it himself, and then hunted him down.

Both Hualou and Bai Yungui thought that the Japanese wanted to cooperate with him. In fact, the Japanese have already had a candidate, and the white clouds will be eliminated, and President Zu only needs to confront Premier Yuan, who will be the biggest puppet of the Japanese.

In the rescue operation, Hong Yu led the team, Bai Yungui, Murong Hualou, Adjutant Luo, and ten elite spies acted together.

Su Shi and Su Jie were not tortured, they were just a little frightened.

The spies on that day exceeded Baiyungui and Hualou's expectations by several times. Neither Hualou nor Bai Yungui thought that the Japanese wanted to kill people.

In the shootout, Hong Yu, Adjutant Luo, and ten agents were all killed, and only one escorted Su Jie and Su Shi to retreat successfully.

When Bai Yungui was protecting Murong Painting Building, he was shot.

When the two of them retreated, Bai Yungui avoided the painting building and was shot again, right next to the heart, and he fell unconscious.

The painting building drifted on the sea for two days before he dared to go to the joint place to find Yang Sifa and return the white clouds to him. She has been using medicine to control Bai Yungui and prevent his wounds from worsening.

Hualou said that Bai Yungui wanted to retire, but Yang Sifa did not doubt it.

Because Yang Sifa wanted the position of commander-in-chief of the army, he never did it because of Bai Yungui's friendship. Now that Bai Yungui has taken the initiative to withdraw, he is very happy to see it.

He is a person with a conscience, although Bai Yungui was seriously injured and Murong Hualou looked dying, he did not move his mind and organized the funeral for Bai Yungui.

Buried in the Baiyungui mausoleum is Adjutant Luo.

The bodies of Hong Yu and the remaining dozen agents were submerged in the vast sea, and only Adjutant Luo was salvaged by the fishermen, who happened to be discovered by Yang Sifa's subordinates and kept his body.

When Bai Yungui woke up, his funeral was over.

At the beginning, he said that he wanted to retire, and the suggestion given to him by the painting building was to play dead, but he did not agree.

Now, Murong Hualou made his own decisions and arranged everything for him, and he became conscious, that is, in Yang Sifa's military hospital. Only when he returned to the official residence from Yongdaoli the day before yesterday did he know that he was buried, Murong Painting House had a good show, and his parents both fell ill.

When the ship exploded, Su Shi and Su Jie were slightly injured, but Murong Hualou ignored it, sent a doctor, asked Adjutant Fang to follow, stuffed it on the ship, and went to the United States.

Even Murong Bancen said that he only learned afterwards that his mother and younger brother had already boarded the boat, and he left in a hurry, not even attending Bai Yungui's funeral.

Gao Pingsha stayed.

Bai Yungui felt that the painting building was eager, and he didn't prepare anything, just do what he said.

But calm down and think about it, you need to use fierce medicine to pull out the tumor, if the painting building is not so strong, Bai Yungui will always be determined to retreat.

There are so many things he can't put down.

Although he sometimes complains, he can't really let go.

Bai Yungui glanced at his wife again, and felt more and more that this woman was killing and robbing, and she was fierce and domineering.

"I'm going to put ......roses in the room," Murong Hualou was in his arms, and he had to inch in.

Bai Yungui snorted and said with a smile: "Good ......"

"Then I'll take Qingge down and show you later." Seeing him simply, Hualou's mood suddenly improved.

Bai Yungui is not in good health, he was shot last time, although he avoided it, there was still a bullet left in his back; And this time, another bullet was left in the calf bone and could not be removed.

He was not allowed to get out of bed.

When Bai Yungui heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He was injured and hospitalized, and went home the day before yesterday, and he hadn't seen his son and daughter for 20 days, and now half a month has passed since his funeral.

"Su Yue also hugged ......" Bai Yungui coaxed her in a low voice, for fear of offending Madame.

The painting floor just laughed.

She got up, cleaned up the smashed rice bowl by herself, and asked Bai Yungui if she wanted to eat again, Bai Yungui said no, so she and Chen's mother hugged the child to show him.

Bai Yungui's gloomy face finally turned completely clear.

In fact, it's good that Murong Hualou helped him make decisions that were difficult for him to make, and he will be truly liberated in the future. Take the child to Nanyang and live a quiet day.

At night, Bai Yungui drank medicine with his left hand and accidentally fell on the bed, Hualou didn't say anything, and encouraged him to continue, he was happy like a child.

After drinking the medicine, he said to the painting building: "Take the key from my coat pocket and give it to me......"

From a military uniform in the closet, he took the key to him.

Bai Yungui's eyes fell on the military uniform, and he was still reluctant.

He withdrew his gaze, took out a key, and asked him to go to the first drawer of his study to get something.

The painting floor came back with a big drawing.

"At that time, you saw that I gave Ling'er the garden and liked it very much, so I wanted to build a garden house for you, and asked someone to design the ......drawings," Bai Yungui's tone was a little proud, and he slowly opened the drawings, "Later, I wanted to go to Nanyang, but the house has not been built." You see, if there is anything you are not satisfied with, we will discuss and build such a house in Nanyang in the future......"

The painting floor put his hand on the back of his hand, didn't look at the drawing, lowered his eyes for a long time before saying: "With you, it's good to live anywhere......"

Bai Yungui raised his eyes and looked at her in astonishment.

This is the first time that Murong Hualou has shown his feelings so clearly, right?

Ignoring the drawings on the bed, he pressed her under him and kissed her hard. I don't know when the roses were put in the house again, there were bursts of fragrant flowers, and Bai Yungui felt for the first time that fresh roses were so magnificent and sweet.

Because of Murong Painting Building, he fell in love with the fragrance of roses.

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