Section XXXVIII. Spies

I don't know if Murong Hualou's words hit Bai Yungui's seven inches, or if he himself suddenly woke up, in the days to come, he didn't embarrass the adjutant after taking medicine and changing medicine.

Li Zhenghong knew about this and was surprised for a while: "The overseer is not afraid of anything, but he took injections and medicine to kill him, and I have never seen him so obedient...... Ma'am, what did you tell the Overseers? ”

Murong Hualou pursed his lips and chuckled.

What happened on the day of the Bertram seemed to be buried deep in the dust, Murong Hualou's marksmanship, Yun Yuan's disappearance, Bai Yungui didn't say a word.

Bai Yunling asked a few times, and Murong Hualou prevaricated, "I've seen others practice targeting, and I thought it was easy, so I shot it...... It's really easy to think of. "She is simple, and she really believes it!

Li Zhenghong's injury was not too serious, and he continued to follow Murong Painting Building after resting for a month.

After receiving a telegram that day, the generals of the garrison began to go back and forth to the governor's residence every day, and each time they talked secretly with Bai Yungui for several hours. Murong Hualou intuitively felt that something had happened.

Occasionally checking the calendar, she remembered a major event of the year: the newly appointed prime minister decided to use troops against the south and unify China by force.

In the end, however, due to political infighting, the prime minister was forced to step down a few months later, ending his short political career, and this plan was never put into action.

Bai Yungui is worried in his heart, but this matter?

The official residence is heavily guarded, and there is no quiet in the past. The flowering period of the luxuriant kapok trees in front of the building has passed early, and the green branches are not visible and the flaming red cotton is missing. The colorful sunset sifted through the pretty branches, casting dappled light and shadow, and the dazzling gold was intoxicating.

The iron gate was opened, and the dark blue Buick off-road vehicle slowly drove out, and the guards with guns saluted respectfully.

Bai Yunling snuggled up to Murong Hualou's shoulder, and grinned: "Sister-in-law, fortunately, you said that you want to go out to watch a play, otherwise I really wouldn't dare to speak......."

Today is the nineteenth birthday of Lu Ran, the daughter of Governor Lu, and the Lu Mansion is holding a banquet, and Bai Yunling should have gone a long time ago. However, after Bai Yungui moved into the official residence, the door was heavily guarded, and Bai Yunling was so frightened that he didn't dare to enter and exit easily, so he had to beg Murong to paint the building.

The Grand Theater has "Jade Hairpin" to watch today, and the famous actor Meng Xiaochen is on stage, which is very rare, and Murong Painting House has booked a seat early in the morning.

Hearing that they were going out, Bai Yungui did not object, and instructed Li Zhenghong and Zhang Gen: "The theater is mixed, Adjutant Li should be smarter; At Governor Lu's family banquet, there were many dignitaries who were invited, and Adjutant Zhang should be cautious in his words and deeds...... It doesn't matter if you come back later, it's hard to go out and have fun! ”

Murong Painting Lou and Bai Yunling hurriedly thanked him.

"Actually, you think too much, the Overseers won't care about our entry and exit trivialities......" Murong Hualou smiled, "The next time you go out, it's the same as before...... The Overseer is in charge of the military, let's live, his hand won't be stretched so long......"

Li Zhenghong and Bai Yungui both smiled.

The car drove to a fork in the road and stopped, Bai Yunling said goodbye to Murong Hualou, got into the car behind him, and went in the opposite direction.

After Bai Yunling got out of the car, Li Zhenghong said to Murong Hualou: "Madam, what you said is right. Just now you and Miss Six went upstairs to change their clothes, and the Overseer explained to me and Zhang Gen that if Mrs. and Miss Six wanted to go out, they just had to go, and they didn't need to go to ask for instructions, and their home was not a barracks. ”

Murong Painting House smiled lightly.

Before nightfall, the entrance of the theater was already lit up, and the crowd was crowded. Hearing that Meng Xiaochen took the stage today, people in Yuzhou City who love drama cheered one after another. It's a pity that the theater has limited seats and can't accommodate all of them.

"This ......" Li Zhenghong looked at this posture and was embarrassed to draw a corridor with Murong, "Madam, if you don't go down and say hello to the manager, you can enter through the side door!" squeezed in like this, and was photographed by a reporter when I turned around, I was afraid that I would gossip......"

Murong Hualou stared, she was the wife of the Overseer, and she was naked and crowded with others, and she did lose her identity. But if you let the manager know who she is, and listen to the play later, I'm afraid that it won't be quiet enough.

I was embarrassed when I saw a black sedan parked next to me. The man pushed the car door and walked out, the coffee-colored suit outlined the elegant curve of his shoulders and back, with a gentle smile and an indescribable grace.

Whenever he meets Li Fangjing, he is always careless and leisurely, and the prince of Wuling is merry and happy.

"You don't need to say hello to the manager, you can just go and say a word to Li Fangjing......" Murong Hualou's eyes were reflected by the reflection of the glass window, and the blue and faint were extraordinarily bright.

Li Zhenghong weighed the weight and had to get out of the car.

When Li Fangjing saw Li Zhenghong coming, he was unexpected, and turned his eyes to see the overseer's car.

"Ma'am?" He chuckled and said, the bright lights of the bright lights caught his eyes, reflecting a dazzling brilliance, "You also listen to the play?" ”

In front of outsiders, they are still polite, hinting at each other, but they seem to have a tacit understanding.

Following Li Fangjing, naturally there was preferential treatment, and he entered his private room on the second floor through the side door.

Every time he goes out, the fragrant car BMW, the beautiful woman and the wine must be indispensable, but today he is traveling alone with a foreign friend, Li Fangjing introduced: "I met a friend in Germany, Richard. ”

Richard is tall and handsome, a standard European beautiful man, only with a slight limp on his left foot, a black leather glove on his left hand, and greeted Murong Painting Lou with a smile in rusty Chinese.

He made an appointment with a friend alone, naturally he had a secret to discuss, so Murong Hualou said that she would come down by herself, and she booked a seat in the lobby.

"It's okay, Richard and I are old friends......" Li Fangjing said.

Murong Hualou thought that they were talking in Germany, and they thought that she couldn't understand, which was indeed not too much of a hindrance. If he was humble, he looked petty and sat down.

Li Zhenghong stood guard at the door.

The pennants on the stage are rolled, the drums are noisy, although the performance has not officially started, but it is also lively.

Richard praised Chinese tea and opera in Germany, and Li Fangjing translated it to Murong Hualou.

"You talk, don't care about me, I'll just listen to the play. If you are so polite, I will not feel comfortable......" Murong painted the corridor.

Li Fangjing smiled lightly, but he was no longer polite to Murong Hualou, and chatted with Richard alone.

“…… There are quite a few political parties, and there are also many political views, some are pro-British and American, and some are pro-Japanese, advocating changing the bad habits of China and learning foreign politics...... The cabinets in the north are all old-fashioned military backgrounds, and there are very few warlords who have studied them, and the brutality of the suppression of these parties is heartbreaking. Li Fangjing said.

Richard Weep: "Is there a communist party?" ”

Murong Hualou's heart moved.

"That's what you told me yesterday?" Li Fangjing frowned slightly, "I don't seem to have read the work you said......"

"I am now a secret communist of the German Communist Party, and I am going to Russia to help establish the Communist Party in ......," said Richard, "and if you are interested in this, when I go back to Germany, I will ask my friends at the consulate to bring you some secret information." I have a good ...... at the consulate."

Li Fangjing didn't seem to be enthusiastic, and said: "I will go to Germany in a while, and I will go to pick up the ...... in person It's always inconvenient to ask a friend to piggyback. ”

Murong Hualou looked back at Richard, his dark blue eyes were full of broken light, and his ideals made him strong and optimistic, exuding an unusual bearing.

Murong Painting House remembered a person, Richard. Sorge, the Soviet spy who changed the course of World War II, was a German, but he always worked for the Soviet government. He was the greatest spy of the twentieth century, and at the time of the Nanjing Massacre, he happened to be in China, and he took many precious photographs and sent them to Germany.

In the end, those photos became ironclad evidence of Japan's crimes in China, and they were also the only ironclad evidence!

Huaxia will always cherish this hero.

"Fang Jing, your friend, what's your surname?" Murong Hualou's eyes were clear, and Chu Chu looked at Li Fangjing.

"Sorge!" Li Fangjing said with a smile.

used to be the most admired hero in their agent tutorial, but she actually let her meet.

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Because the Republic of China is not too long away from the present, many great men may still have descendants, so it is inconvenient to mention them in the book. Seeing Sorge's appearance, don't speculate about Li Fangjing's original form, he is a virtual character, and I didn't refer to the experience of any great man to write. As for Sorge, because he likes it, and he is not a Chinese, he brought YY. Of course, I don't know if Sorge ever came to China during this period...... This plot is fictional.

Let's take a look at it as an overhead, even if there are historical figures, please look at it with the eyes of virtual characters, and fifteen children's shoes will be grateful.