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was revealed, Miyamoto Yukiko is still calm. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info shallow hooked lips and tall figure, there is a lot of Yan Beiquan's momentum, and he will not put down the cup.

With cold eyes lightly glancing at the cup the woman was holding, Yan Beiquan looked at Long Jinyu beside him.

Today, whether it is Jiang Mengya or Miyamoto Yukiko, they are deliberately embarrassing him, but he is not afraid, but he doesn't want the girl to think too much.

Long Jinyu seemed to know what he was worried about, so he didn't say anything and only gave him a knowing smile shallow back. Although the smile is shallow, it is full of trust, and the bottom of the eyes is clear and turbid, as clear as spring water.

The man took the glass and brought it closer to his thin lips. When she saw that she was about to drink it in her mouth, Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly spoke. Her tone became more cold and harsh, and her face became cold.

Looking at the tall man in front of her, Miyamoto Yukiko said with burning eyes: "Does Overseer Yan think this glass of wine tastes different?"

"Huh?" the hand that took the wine glass paused, and a question passed between Yan Beiquan's eyebrows. Thinking about it, Yan Beiquan guessed something, and his big hand holding the wine glass tightened.

"Actually, I really want to ask, how did the Overseers let go of the chasm of killing their father and marry their wife for love! Why can't I let go? But I can't find the murderer! By the way, the Overseers were also fighting outside at that time, I don't know who attacked Fuso Miyamoto's brigade?" Miyamoto Yukiko asked knowingly, her eyes kept wandering on Yan Beiquan.

Yan Beiquan and Fusang did not tear their faces, and the northern army did not make a public statement against the Fusang people in these two battles. Even if he returned triumphantly, he did not announce to the public that he was fighting that army.

After fighting with Miyamoto Katsuichi one by one, the Fuso army was almost completely annihilated. Except for Miyamoto Ichiro, no one knew that it was Yan Beiquan's northern army that was fighting against Miyamoto Katsuichi.

Yan Beiquan knew that Miyamoto Yukiko asked this, and it must have been Miyamoto Ichiro who told her everything.

Although a Miyamoto Yukiko can't make any big waves at the moment, today is the birthday banquet of Yanfu, and there are reporters from all walks of life.

If the Northern Army and the Fusang Army go to war and go to the newspapers, it will be difficult to explain the waste above.

Yan Beiquan is a commander who is responsible for his subordinate brothers, and he can't easily admit this matter until Fusang didn't officially fire at the Northern Army and Shang Feng didn't give him an order!

"What do you want to say?" Since this glass of wine is not so good, it is better for him not to drink it.

"I want to ask something, and the Overseer knows it. Fusang said goodbye, I didn't expect Yan Shijie to become so cold-blooded-" The woman's eyes were shining, and she looked at Yan Beiquan's gaze as cold as ice thorns.

Hearing her say this, the man raised his thin lips.

"Farewell to Fusang, I didn't expect that simple you to become the flower of the empire-" Yan Beiquan's tone was low and indifferent, with a playful meaning, which was absolutely cold.

As soon as these words came out, Miyamoto Yukiko was also stunned. Unexpectedly, the silent man had already investigated her identity clearly, and even such a top-secret identity as the Flower of the Empire was known to him!

Yan Beiquan's voice was not loud, obviously leaving her a little thin face. Except for Yukiko Miyamoto, who was face to face with him, only Long Jinyu Miyamoto Ichiro could hear clearly.

Knowing that Yan Beiquan knew Miyamoto Xue's identity, Miyamoto Ichiro was in a hurry at the moment, and took a step forward with a dark look of hatred in his eyes. Blocking Miyamoto Yukiko behind him, he said in a rough voice: "Yan Beiquan, you are less wicked and sue first." Yukiko is just an ordinary businessman, an expatriate, you can't rely on your power to slander people like this!" The slightly broken Chinese resounded through the banquet, and Miyamoto Ichiro poured out the Chinese words he knew.

"Oh, expatriates, was Miyamoto Shozo stupid or amnesiac after being bombed?" was still a sentence, interrupting Miyamoto Ichiro's words. That explosion killed Miyamoto Katsuichi and the Fuso warriors, although when it comes to it now, Miyamoto Ichiro is afraid!

Speechless, Ichiro Miyamoto opened his eyes angrily, and the innate cold momentum of the soldier made him a little more heroic.

"I think Miyamoto Shaozo should go to the hospital to have a look, after all, the problem of the brain is not to be underestimated, in case it is a concussion, it will not be good!" Long Jinyu said at the right time, and his words were full of concern. She was a doctor, and it was not surprising that she said these words, but it was extremely harsh to hear Miyamoto Ichiro's ears. That explosion was a shame for him, if it weren't for his greed for life and fear of death, he would have lost his life a long time ago!

Inadvertently swept Ichiro Miyamoto's black face, and the girl hooked her lips with satisfaction. At the same time, the clear eyes became cold.

"Miss Miyamoto, right? Regarding Ling Zun, we also read about it in the newspaper?, although I am deeply saddened by his jade fragments, but in other words, it is to blame, if you stay in Fuso honestly, nothing will happen, what do you say?"

Long Jinyu's eyes were clear and harmless, but the words she said were as sharp as knives. made Miyamoto Yukiko's face darken instantly, but this was not enough, the Fuso people were rampant and domineering in the country, making the people miserable, just a few words were not enough to relieve their hatred.

Glancing up and down at Miyamoto Yukiko, the corners of Long Jinyu's lips raised slightly, and he continued in a shallow but clear tone: "Ling Zun is a soldier, and dying on the battlefield may not be his long-cherished wish. Since Miss Miyamoto is here to celebrate her birthday today, don't mention these sad things, so as not to add to the sadness—"

Even Yan Beiquan didn't expect that he didn't know that the girl he had always thought was gentle and kind would have such a sharp side, but he didn't leave any handle just right.

"Hehe, long-cherished wish......" Miyamoto Yukiko twisted lightly in her mouth and walked into Long Jinyu. Each step was heavy, as cold as her eyes at this time.

"That's a nice thing, sooner or later, one day I will let you and Yan Beiquan taste the same taste, watching you leave one by one, the taste of powerlessness-" The cold tone was like a gust of wind in the cold winter wax moon, passing through the eardrums and being cold to the heart.

“... You..." opened her mouth, she wanted to say something, but was pulled behind by Yan Beiquan, and the man's tall body was protected in front of her, like a mountain.

"If Miss Miyamoto is okay, please take care of herself. ”

Yan Beiquan's words seemed to be a warning, and he kept Long Jinyu tightly by his side. She is not Miyamoto Yukiko's opponent, the trained flower of the empire is ruthless, and Ren himself does not dare to underestimate this woman!

Hearing Yan Beiquan's words, Miyamoto Yukiko pulled out an extremely cold smile.

"Well, you have a saying that it is difficult for a strong man. I won't make it difficult for others, since the Overseer and his wife don't give Yukiko this face, in order to show the sincerity of today's birthday, I will take a glass of myself—" As the words fell, the woman's slender fingers lifted the glass, raised her head and drank it down.

A glass of ordinary wine, Miyamoto Yukiko drank a bitter taste, and at the same time, hatred was like a weed, growing wildly in her heart, spreading, and spreading.

This birthday banquet seems to be happy on the surface, but its actual undercurrent is surging. The people who came all accepted the invitations, and no one knew why Mrs. Yan invited so many military regimes. Even Yan Beiquan doesn't know what tricks her old man wants to play!

Miyamoto Yukiko wants to toast Yan Beiquan and his wife, this article is temporarily over, and few people present know about the Northern Army and the Fuso Army, so most people think that Miyamoto Yukiko is just trying to tie up with Yan Beiquan's side of the boss, but it was refuted. I don't know what else is going on here.

Halfway through the banquet, there was a rush of footsteps outside the gate of Yanfu, although it was hurried, it was not messy and rhythmic.

Outside the door, a group of people dressed in the same black police uniforms ran in, all armed with live ammunition. Those people stood in two rows in the front yard of the Yan Mansion, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Sure enough, the next moment, a police sedan stopped at the door. A man also dressed in a black police uniform jumped from the cab and hurriedly opened the car door for the person sitting in the back.

The first thing I saw was a pair of leather boots, although they were not as cold and domineering as Yan Beiquan's spury military boots, but they were also unusual. Going up the boots, I saw a standing man leaning out of the car with a serious face.

Yan Shiming was dressed in the uniform of the director with an arrogant look, and was surrounded by his brothers into the front yard, and his stern face was somewhat similar to Yan Beiquan.

"The eldest young master is back! The old lady has been looking forward to your return for a long time!" Uncle Hong was the first to greet him, and opened his mouth with a kind smile.

Unlike Uncle Hong's enthusiasm, Yan Shiming is very cold. Barely lifting his eyelids, he walked straight to Old Madam Yan.

Bowing his body, Yan Shiming obediently saluted the old lady. A shallow smile flowed out of his indifferent face, and Yan Shiming himself had a kind of coldness, which was more terrible than Yan Beiquan's coldness.

Especially those eyes that have no warmth, falling on people's bodies as if they want to see through them. The moment she received his gaze, Long Jinyu couldn't help but feel a chill behind her.

"Grandma, Shiming is late, but this birthday gift grandson is ready!" Yan Shiming smiled flatteringly, raised his hand slightly and gestured, and someone handed over a brocade box engraved with flowers and plants behind him.

The brocade box is very exquisite, the workmanship is exquisite, the lock is inlaid with green jade, and on each side is a koi, lifelike.

When the brocade box is opened, you will be greeted by a string of red coral Buddha beads, each of which is almost the same size, full and round.

Mrs. Yan was not allowed to see Yan Beiquan, but she loved Yan Shiming's grandson very much. Yan Beiquan's mother was conceived by Yan Beiquan before marrying into Yan Mansion, so she decided that Yan Beiquan was a wild seed with an unknown father, and it was her son's mother who did not dislike Yan Beiquan, giving them a way to live. Yan Beiquan is not the orthodox blood of the Yan family at all, and her own grandsons are only from Yan Qingtian's main house, that is, Yan Shiming's brothers.

It's just that in the tragedy of Yan Mansion more than ten years ago, in addition to Yan Beiquan and Yan Shiming, several other young masters of Yan Mansion were killed in that catastrophe, and Yan Shiming became an unspeakable waste!

Mrs. Yan felt sorry for this eldest grandson, especially after the accident in the Yan family, she didn't know how many times more she loved Yan Shiming than Yan Beiquan. The face that had been holding on to it immediately smiled when he saw Yan Shiming.

The old lady was overjoyed with the string of coral beads, and her wrinkled hands held it up as if it were a rare treasure.

Looking at Yan Shiming with a smug face, Long Jinyu couldn't help but look at the man beside him.

is also called the young master of Yan Mansion, and he is also the young master of this family. Yan Shiming has always been the darling of the palm and the pride of the sky, and he-

In addition to the pain of losing a loved one, I also have to endure my grandmother's endless white eyes and cynicism. Long Jinyu didn't know how he survived, but she knew that not everyone could become Yan Beiquan, and this man's experience must be as different as his!