Chapter 29: Who can understand the meaning of a sword dancing in the fog

Jin*** woke up slowly, and the red brocade curtains hung on the glass windows of the north wing, which were bright and it was getting late.

I was dizzy. The dizzy dizziness that was dark last night seemed to have not passed. My body was as soft as water, without any strength, and I didn't want to move.

In a trance, I gradually remembered what happened last night. Isn’t this a dream? I have become his woman? But, but he is too evil...

Thinking of the feeling last night, my pretty face suddenly became hot. It turned out that the affairs of men and women could make people feel so eager to die, as if their bones were flying into the sky, numb and broken inch.

He is so powerful... Why is he like a ruffian? He fainted, as if he was still there...

Suddenly, I shuddered and turned my head, and found that the pillow was empty, so I hurriedly sat up with the quilt in my arms.

"Grandpa, you're awake." The pretty girl Zhaocai entered the house for some time, with a smile on her face, "Congratulations to Gee."

Princess Jin*** was stunned again. She didn't know that the nameless concubine of the royal family was also called Princess, but only knew that this seemed to be the title of a princess or a noble lady.

"Master, where is the master?"

Zhaocai smiled and said, "Mr. Master is smoking in Jinzhan Pavilion. It is said that second-hand smoke is not good for you. Seeing that Master is very caring for you, Master also told me to call him when you wake up."

But then he bit his red lips, but he just wore them at home. What's wrong with the girls seeing him? He just needs to like him.

With the help of Zhaocai, Jinzhao's breasts were still walking in a crooked manner at first, but soon found the trick. The high heels could make the instep arch gracefully, making it extremely beautiful and tempting to walk on the cat.

In the living room of Jinzhan Pavilion, Ye Zhaozheng is smoking cigarettes. The first cigarette factory in Guangzhou is produced by Chinese. Of course, I have to support it in the market this morning, so I bought two small boxes at once.

When Ye Zhao saw the radiant breasts wearing cheongsams, he lit up his eyes. This was much more pleasing to the eyes than the delicate rich wife of the Republic of China on the TV screen. The original noble and charming style could not be made.

My heart was just hot, and the noble little *** was talking and the watery phoenix eyes and delicate red lips made Ye Zhao feel a little restless again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Last night, it could be said that it was caused by the snake wine presented by the four servants of Rui, but today, there is no excuse, right?

"I wish you a blessing to the master!" Jin***'s mother knelt down respectfully, and made full use of her concubine's rules. If she was full of humiliation when she knelt down to the evil man yesterday, now she is willing and sincere.

"Get up." Ye Zhao's heart was shaken by this beautiful lady with a charming style in the Republic of China. He thought that this little woman's tricks were really fresh every day. Now this sexy cheongsam felt like a modern and beautiful girl, but she just knelt and worshiped her. How could she bear it? She made her sense of vanity like a big man very swell.

But I also knew that Jin***'s breasts were definitely not intentional. After coughing dryly, Ye Zhao looked at her and said, "It's quite beautiful."

Jin***'s milk Hanchun Feng's eyes drooped, and he said carefully: "The master's vision is naturally good. His clothes are beautiful, but I am not beautiful. I try out the fittings for the master in the mansion."

Ye Zhao smiled slightly: "You, don't be humble, come on, sit down."

Then Jin***'s breasts sat gently on the soft couch. Seeing Ye Zhao picking up the foreign fire, he hurriedly reached out to take it and light a cigarette for Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao took a sip of cigarette, looked at Jin***'s breasts and said, "What about you, even if you are my person in the future, you might as well say it to me in the future." He had to say this, and he was helpless. If you don't give a correct word in this era, I'm afraid Jin***'s breasts will still be in a hurry.

Sure enough, Jin***'s pretty face radiated, and her heart finally fell to the ground, but she got up from the soft couch and knelt in front of Ye Zhao's feet. Her charming voice was filled with joy, "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr.

Ye Zhao was a little helpless, "Okay, get up, don't kneel down at any time."

"Jinfeng, take care of the steel factory in the future. Don't point fingers now. Take a learning attitude and learn more from foreigners to manage." Ye Zhao said while smoking a cigarette.

"I know."

Sitting on the chair of the Grand Master in the east wing room, Ye Zhao was helpless and had a strong relationship. Who knew that the little girl came to report that Xiao Anzi was awake and that the important thing was to do. He could only wait for the second time. Rong'er would come back in the evening. Jin Feng went to Foshan again tomorrow. But, I don't know when the second time will be able to be.

"Lying down, lying down." Seeing that Xiao Anzi insisted on getting up from the couch, Ye Zhao hurriedly made gestures, and the doctor advised him, but Xiao Anzi struggled to get up, pulled his shoes, and knelt down for Ye Zhao again. His already pale face was now pale and bloodless as if he was dead. He knelt on the ground and said in a crying voice: "Master, please take charge of the Empress Dowager!"

Today, Xiao Anzi knew that the only one who could really help his master was the young powerful and powerful in his early twenties in front of him. If he couldn't touch him, he was afraid that his master would move to a residence like the Shouxi Palace in the second half of his life, and died of depression. It might have been good in the past few years, but when the new emperor gained his foothold, I think I know how miserable the master will be in the future.

Ye Zhao sipped the tea and asked lightly: "How do you want me to help?"

Xiao Anzi was stunned. How could he understand such military and national affairs? He had no idea. But he was very clever and kowtowed hard. "I don't understand, but I know that the prince must have a way. If the prince is so vicious as the British and French, there is nothing that can stump the prince in the world!"

Ye Zhao couldn't help but laugh, "It's great, you don't have to wear a high hat on me, get up."

Xiao Anzi slowly got up, and saw the smile on his face of the Duke's face. He had a sudden inspiration and said happily: "Xiao Anzi is so stupid! It's time to slap his mouth!" As he said that, he opened his bow and gave him two mouths, saying: "Master Shengming, I think he has already made up his mind."

Ye Zhao felt a little nervous and said that Andehai is worthy of being Andehai, and he is indeed smart.

After going crazy last night, my mind seemed to be cooler. I saw Rui Si this morning and asked him to lead people to Beijing first. This and this, I gave some advice.

Nodding slightly, Ye Zhao smiled and said, "You can rest with peace of mind and be ready to raise your child."

"Yes, all the servants listen to the master!" An Dehai's heart was restored to his stomach, and immediately felt dizzy again. He staggered back a few steps. The doctor and servant hurriedly supported him.

Ye Zhao glanced at him deeply, turned around and left the house.

At night, I had no choice but to hang the amulet that Rong'er asked for. I played chess in the music room with Rong'er, but I obviously felt that it was not Rong'er's opponent. If the little girl hadn't given up on her, I would be embarrassed to lose.

"Rong'er eats your horse!" The little girl smiled badly, but in fact she gave the car to her husband for free. She was beaten by her husband to General Che, and the battle situation was balanced again.

Ye Zhao racked his brains to think about his steps. This little girl gave her very good standards and always gave you hope to turn the tables.

The snow-white lace curtains blew gently in, and the little girl's tender body fragrance was refreshing.

He was sitting on a high chair with Rong'er across the chess table. Rong'er felt happy. It was really good to bully her husband, but she couldn't know that she was bullying him, otherwise she could scold her.

Rong'er was wearing a white gauze skirt, small flower socks, snow-white flat shoes, and her calves were swaying proudly. She was cute and pretty, but she fulfilled her promise to her husband and wore the clothes designated by her husband. Not to mention men or eunuchs, so she was a little awkward at the beginning, but she didn't feel anything when she got used to it.

But Rong'er also knew that she was being led by her husband and became more and more unruly. She was afraid that she would be scolded when she returned to Beijing in the future. However, she knew how happy she was every day, but her sister was not as happy as herself. She was so happy.

Although my husband is nonsense, he has to say that he is really the best husband in the world. In fact, although my sister used to scold her for being more and more playful after getting married, she sometimes envies herself.

Looking at the horse that suddenly appeared in Rong'er, Ye Zhao muttered to himself: "Well, what an armored horse."

Rong'er knew that her husband was thinking about national affairs again. She held her cheek and looked at her intoxicated look. Her husband was so beautiful at this time.

"Then I'll fight the cow across the mountain!" Ye Zhao pulled the cannon off the bottom line.

Rong'er was helpless and came to die, so she could obviously eat it. But knowing that her husband was considering a big deal, she was moved by this step and had to ask for a good omen for her husband, so she had to reach out to pick up the chess piece and take a random step.

"Let me again?" Ye Zhao understood and glared at Rong'er.

Rong'er smiled and suddenly asked mysteriously and curiously: "Mr., did you sleep in Jinfeng's room last night?"

Ye Zhao's face turned hot, and he nodded in irresistiblely, turning to the topic: "How is Hong Kong?"

Rong'er lowered her voice and seemed even more curious, "Then, are you sleeping with her holding her? Just like holding Rong'er?"

"Yes!" Ye Zhao is so big.

Rong'er let out a thud, looking satisfied, and shook her calves again.

Ye Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was okay. If you continue asking, I really don’t know how to fool this little guy.

In the side hall of the General's Mansion, Sheng Bao was sitting and drinking tea, his face was so slim. Just now, news came again that Xin'an County Magistrate Zhou Jingshan was arrested by the Lawshi Internal Affairs Bureau again. Jing Xiang covered the sky with only one hand, but did he still take people seriously?

"Mr. Master, I really don't understand. If this continues, who dares to be the director of Xin'an? Zhou Jingshan is always famous and upright, and he was imprisoned just because of a joke behind his back. Master, people are dissatisfied!" Sheng Bao had a calm face and his words were even more intense.

No, Zhou Jingshan just complained behind his back, saying "Jingshuai and foreigners were caught in pairs of pants". Is there any way to be a king? Jing Xiang is too arrogant and blessed.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly: "Another sentence, I can do anything to obstruct military affairs! If the platform thinks that I am petty and can't even tolerate jokes, I would be underestimated by Jing Xiang, right? He was punished because of poor supervision. He knew how much things were lost on the construction site. The yamen runners he sent were passive and lazy, and they really thought I didn't know his thoughts?"

"No matter what, the master is over! You need to know that if the water is full, it will overflow!" Katsubo's tone sounded a little sinister.

Ye Zhao still smiled on his face, and couldn't see any clues, and said, "I have my own score."

"Goodbye!" Sheng Bao stood up and strode out without waiting for Ye Zhao to speak.

Looking at his back, the smile on Ye Zhao's face gradually faded.

In the dark cell, straw was covered with on the ground, Zhou Jingshan sat on the ground, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a stubborn look on his face. At this time, he was eating rotten steamed buns and drinking a layer of mud-filled and turbid soup floating at the bottom of the bowl, but he was happy. He bit the steamed buns, knocked on the broken bowl, and sang: "I have been drinking and studying for forty years, and the black veil is blue sky. The breeze and the sleeves are facing the sky, so as not to have a long and short talk!"

"Speak quietly!" The jailer knocked the wooden fence with a baton.

Zhou Jingshan didn't even glance at him and continued singing: "The fruits were broken into Dongting oranges, and the meat was cut into Tianchi scales. He was content with his heart, and his spirit was refreshed after drinking. In that year, Jiangnan was drought, and people in Quzhou were sucking!"

"Crazy!" The jailer rolled his eyes helplessly and walked away.

"Dad, Dad!" A crisp and tender voice.

Zhou Jingshan's face changed slightly.

A small figure came over the corridor of the cell. It was his daughter Wanlan, who was only eight years old and proficient in poetry and songs since childhood. She was a famous young talented woman.

"Dad!" Wanlan ran closer and saw the most admired father's hair was bleak, like a madman. Tears fell down. Her little hand grabbed the wooden fence and shook it, but how could she shake the thick log?

"Go back!" Zhou Jingshan felt like a knife, but he couldn't look at his daughter and scolded him coldly.

"Mr. Zhou, how about it? You admit it? If you admit it, our buddy will be relaxed!" The man who brought Wanlan in with a pockmarked face and was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit, was a spy agent of the Internal Affairs Bureau.

"I have nothing to say!" Zhou Jingshan's voice was as hard as a rock.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished!" The spy's face suddenly became extremely cold, "Don't you think of your family?"

Zhou Jingshan felt ache in his heart, gritted his teeth, and slowly closed his eyes.

"What are you asking for?" A man had a nice voice. The light in the prison was dim. A group of people came from the corridor from afar. At the front, the warden was leading the way attentively, but nodding and bowing, and the person talking was a very beautiful young man, with a brocade robe and full of spirit.

The spy also immediately saw the team behind the young man looking at his inner affairs chief Wei Ming. Adjutant Wei followed seven or eight people, and it seemed that his qualifications were far from enough to stand beside the young man.

The Mama Spy's heart trembled, but saw the young powerful pointing at him with a fan and turning back and asking, "Who is this person? Who do you know?" The Mama Spy's heart almost came in.

Wei Ming left the line helplessly and knelt down on one knee: "Report to Mr. Ma Qi, his name is Ma Qi, a member of the Beiji Operations Department."

When he heard who? Master? The master of the entire Interior Bureau? Ma Qi was shocked and knelt down in a hurry, not daring to show his anger.

"What are you asking for?" Ye Zhao looked at Wei Ming with a smile.

Wei Ming wanted to strangle Ma Qi to death. This was really a rat shit that ruined the soup. This kid must have been very happy with the excuse. He thought that arresting officials was a big case. He wanted to secretly give confessions and ask for rewards. Even more annoying, he even arrested his daughter. Why didn’t he do things according to the regulations?

Seeing the gentleman's faint smile, Wei Ming felt a stern heart, lowered his head, and dared not say a word.

"Damn it!" Tao Chaoqing, the third in charge of the Interior Bureau and the director of the Interior Bureau, is the largest official position in the Interior Bureau in the prison. He has a dark face and kneeled down to apologize.
To be continued...