Due to the violent actions of the southern Guangdong government, many celebrities and wealthy businessmen went north, bought property or invested, and there were a lot of monsters and monsters in Jizhou City, which became extremely lively and prosperous. On the surface, it seemed calm, but in fact it was surging under the tide. In the false peace, these people began to engage in various activities, hold dance parties, organize various cards, hold tea parties, and hold literary parties. Yi Huan received countless invitations. Yi Huan is not a social expert, nor does he like to socialize with others every day, but if he pushed them all and was too cold, it would cause unnecessary gossip, and he would go to a place a week to show off.

Mu Xiaofeng and Yi Haoran are still abroad, and are reluctant to return to China. Yan Zihui is too busy to accompany her. Yi Huan doesn't want to cause any scandals, so she can only capture Yi Moran and Mu Xiaoling as dance companions and accompanying her.

There were four more dance invitations on that day, and Yi Huan didn't want to attend either, but Yi Moran heard that the great poet Huang Haigu would participate in one of them, and instigated Yi Huan to go, "Auntie, go to attend, you can meet the great poet Huang Haigu."

"I don't want to know the scumbag who is indifferent, ungrateful, abandons his original wife and finds a new lover." Yi Huan looked through the newspaper without even raising his head.

"Auntie, you are a misunderstanding. Mr. Huang's talent and poetry are excellent. I heard that he and his original wife divorced peacefully. They are the first couple in our Chinese history to divorce in accordance with the Constitution, which set a precedent for divorce. Mr. Huang is doing something to open up people's wisdom and inspire people to release their nature and break free from the shackles of feudal marriage!" Yi Moran said with a sensation.

Yi Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, saying, "Stop saying those official words and clichés. No matter how much he defends, he can't change the facts. He is just a scumbag, a shameless scumbag."

Yi Moran didn't want his sister-in-law to belittle her idol so much, "Auntie, you can't say that Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang is a talented man, he..."

"Stop, don't say anything more. I know his ex-wife. I know the reason for his divorce." Yi Huan curled his lips.

"So, my aunt, you were deceived, you were deceived by that woman. She divorced Mr. Huang, she hated Mr. Huang, she slandered Mr. Huang, aunt, believe me, Mr. Huang loves to make friends, he is elegant and a humble gentleman." Yi Moran advocated with all his might.

Yi Huan sneered, "You were deceived and praised a hypocrite. You only saw his surface, but didn't see the dirty things in his heart."

Yi Moran didn't believe what Yi Huan said, and kept pestering her and asked her to attend the dance. Yi Huan was annoyed by him and had to agree. Fortunately, she opened a clothing store and couldn't even wear new clothes. She just found a light red thin long skirt with fur on the outside, and went out with Yi Moran.

The aunt and nephew arrived early or late, and the hostess stepped forward and said politely: "Miss Yi Si is so glorious to be able to come to the dance party. I am so happy."

"Mrs. Wu, you are polite. I am afraid that I will say the wrong words in a crowded place and I will not come out often." Yi Huan's words were half true. She was not only the fourth lady of the Yi family, but also Yan Zihui's fiancée. What she said is often expanded infinitely, making her think twice about what she says. She was exhausted physically and mentally and exhausted.

"Miss Yi Si said this, everyone is looking forward to you." Mrs. Wu said with a smile, Who is so brave to dislike Mrs. Yan Qi?

The guest came again, and Yi Huan took the opportunity to greet Yi Moran and said hello to someone he knew. As he was talking, the great poet Huang Haigu arrived. He was a talented person and had a good appearance. But Yi Huan could only give him four words: hypocritical.

What Yi Huan didn't expect was that Huang Haigu's female companion was Chen Huiping. Chen Huiping was originally a versatile and good at dancing, and she was doing well in various circles in Jizhou City. However, this was the first time Yi Huan met her at a dance.

Chen Huiping saw Yi Huan and walked towards her with Huang Haigu. "Miss Yi Si, I will introduce you to you. Mr. Yi Si, this is Miss Yi Si who wrote "I Have a Dream". Huanhuan, this is the great poet Mr. Huang Haigu."

Yi Huan regretted it for the Nth time. In order to deal with Liao Chunli, she wrote the first article of "Fuwei"; Huang Haigu showed an elegant smile and reached out to Yi Huan, "Hello Miss Yi Si, I am very happy to know you."

Yi Moran held his hand first and said anxiously: "Hello, Mr. Huang, my name is Yi Moran. I am the nephew of Miss Yi Si. I like the poems written by Mr. I like that one the most..." He talked endlessly and said a lot of admiration, which made Yi Huan want to pull his ears.

Huang Haigu and Yi Moran had a conversation, talking about poetry, songs, and foreign experiences. Huang Haigu's eloquence is really good, and Yi Huan was fascinated by it. Well, if a scumbag has no strengths, it will not attract so many women.

After this dance, Yi Moran rose from a little fan in Huanghaigu to a brainless fan. On the way home, he kept talking to Yi Huan about Huanghaigu and even said, "Mr. Huang is a talented man, he should match those talented foreign women." "The old-style wife and he have no common topic. If you take a break from the old-style wife, you will abandon the old-style marriage and break through the oppression of feudalism."

"Shut up." Yi Huan couldn't listen anymore, "I kept saying that I broke through the feudal shackles and released myself to find true love. In fact, it was just an excuse for the scumbag to find pleasure for himself."

"Auntie..." Yi Moran wanted to say something, but Yi Huan glared at her eyes, "If you dare to say your surname is Huang again, just get out of the car and walk back by yourself."

Yi Moran didn't understand why his little aunt hated Huang Haigu so much, but she still honestly didn't dare to speak. The woman turned her face, which was really scary. Yi Huan's dislike of Huang Haigu did not affect Yi Moran's relationship with Huang Haigu. He and Huang Haigu jointly opened a bookstore, specializing in selling progressive books. The literati in Huang Haigu's circle would also buy poetry collections and essays published in that bookstore. Huang Haigu is a well-known poet. Many students and people who love reading poetry are very popular and go to their bookstore to buy books. The business is quite prosperous.

This is a story later. The two of them have not opened a store yet. Yi Moran has been going to school all day long, but he just followed Huang Haigu around, and he is quite willing to take him as his teacher. He also wrote a few sour poems to publish.

The days passed like this. On December 25th, the traditional Western Christmas, the food shop sold foreign fast food. As early as the first day, it was arranged, and Yi Huan specially put a Christmas hat on her head. Just as she and Zeng Shaowei were waiting for a turkey meal in the store, Yan Zi went back to the train station to pick up people in the wind and snow.

Local journalists and foreign journalists who learned the news took advantage of the situation early and wanted to record the historic meeting between Mr. Song Shanqiao, the pioneer of the Chinese democratic revolution and the great pioneer of the Chinese democratic revolution, and Mr. Yan Zihui, the commander of the Chinese New Army.

People from all walks of life in Jizhou City also selected representatives to join in the train station. A small team of soldiers cleared the road, and Yan Zihui led the people into the platform smoothly. After waiting for about five minutes, the train stopped slowly. Song Shanqiao, wearing a black tweed coat and a top hat, got off the train. He was very excited, but he did not show his face. He calmly waved to the reporters and the people who came to welcome him.

"Mr. Song." Yan Zi replied and stepped forward.

"Young Master Yan Qi, I have heard of the name for a long time. I have seen it today. It is indeed a hero." Song Shanqiao's hands were tightly held together with Yan Zihui's hands.

A flash of light sounded, and the reporters took photos one after another. This was the headline news on tomorrow. Yan Zihui let go of his hand and walked out of the station side by side with Song Shanqiao. At this time, someone suddenly screamed: "He has a gun, he has a gun."

Yan Zihui had already seen that about ten meters behind Song Shanqiao, there was a man dressed in a rickshaw holding a Mauser pistol in his hand. Although the accident came too fast, Yan Zihui did not react slowly. He reached out to pull Song Shanqiao away. He rushed forward and pulled out his gun.

"Bang bang"! The killer fired two shots first, and one shot hit Yan Zihui's hat, wiped his hair, and hit a guard next to him. The second shot passed through Yan Zihui's shoulder, and passed by Zhang Shaochuan's body. Fortunately, Zhang Shaochuan was afraid of stopping the guard behind, so his body flashed for a moment, and was lucky to avoid the bullet.

Although Yan Zihui drew his gun in a hurry, his gunshot technique was accurate and he didn't need to hide it. He raised his hand and hit the killer in the chest. The three gunshots on the platform were already in chaos. The crowd squeezed out in panic and screamed heart-wrenchingly. Yan Zihui didn't know whether the killer was targeting him or Song Shanqiao, so he immediately pulled out the dagger, grabbed Song Shanqiao's hand, and slashed in his palm, and said quickly: "Cover your stomach and pretend to be shot."

Song Shanqiao was stunned and looked at him in confusion; Yan Zihui had no time to explain to him, handed the knife to his left hand, cut his right palm, pressed his chest, and half-kneeled down. Song Shanqiao then reacted, covered his hand in his stomach, pretended to be shot in his abdomen, and slowly fell down.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, prepare to go to the hospital, go out of the way!" Zhang Shaochuan was right next to him, seeing clearly, but he shouted smartly and cooperatively.

It was so far away that it was not real, and the scene was chaotic. Everyone thought that Yan Zihui and Song Shanqiao were shot by guns, so the reporters rushed back to send out the phone number. It was soon printed out, and the newspaper boy shouted all over the street: "No., No., Yan Qishao, the new Chinese army, was assassinated at the railway station, was shot several times, and his life was in danger."

Yi Huan was gnawing the honey chicken wings. When he heard the shouting outside, he threw down the chicken wings in his hand and rushed out, "Come here for the newspaper boy, buy newspapers."

"What newspaper is the lady?"

"That's it." Yi Huan grabbed the newspaper on the top.

"Miss, three cents." The newspaper boy said timidly. Zeng Shaowei counted three cents for him and sent him away.

Yi Huan stared at the newspaper with his eyes tightly. Although the photos on it were black and white, Yi Huan was looking at it in blood red. Yan Zihui half-kneeled on the ground in pain, pressed his hand on his chest, and blood flowed out from his fingers.

"Dalin, Dalin, go drive, go drive." Yi Huan shouted loudly.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the railway hospital next to the railway station. He had to act in full play. He was injured and had to find a doctor nearby. The railway hospital is now heavily guarded, and many reporters were stopped outside the door. They were shouting, "We are going in!"

"Why don't you let us go to the hospital?"

Zhang Shaochuan came out of it, "Dear journalists, Yan Qishao and Mr. Song are undergoing surgery, please be quiet."

After sending back the news of Yan Zihui and Song Shanqiao's assassination, these reporters rushed to the hospital again. Unfortunately, they were blocked by the soldiers and refused to let people in. They couldn't get the news one by one, and they were anxious. As soon as the car stopped, Yi Huan opened the car door and rushed down.

"Ms. Yi, it's Miss Yi." Someone knew her.

Everyone ignored Zhang Shaochuan and surrounded him, "Miss Yi, do you know the news that Yan Qi Shao was shot?"

"Miss Yi, are you here to see Mr. Yan Qi?"

"Miss Yi, who do you think this assassination was done?"

"Miss Yi..."

"Miss Yi..."

Yi Huan said nothing, and with Dalin's help, he finally squeezed to the hospital door. Zhang Shaochuan looked at her and his head ached, "Miss Yi, why are you here?"

"I saw the newspaper, I want to see him." Yi Huan handed the newspaper in his hand to Zhang Shaochuan, which was covered with oil and honey. Yi Huan came without even washing his hands.

Zhang Shaochuan didn't want to bring Yi Huan in, so Yan Zihui was not shot, but just let Yi Huan leave, he was worried that Yan Zihui would get angry at him, and thought for a while, "Miss Yi, please follow me."

Dalin stayed outside, after all, this matter could not be known to many people. Yi Huan followed Zhang Shaochuan in. She just heard Zhang Shaochuan say that Yan Zihui was still undergoing surgery and thought he would take her to the operating room, but he took her to the ward. At the door of the ward, four soldiers were guarding.

"Miss Yi, Seventh Master is inside." Zhang Shaochuan knocked on the door.

"Come in." Yan Zi's voice echoed.

Yi Huan unscrewed the door and walked in. He saw the man in the newspaper who was "in dying" sitting on the hospital bed, reading the newspaper, and he saw the news that he was shot and admitted to the hospital.

"Huan'er, come here quickly." Yan Zi waved to the woman who was stunned at the door.

Yi Huan looked at his gauze-wrapped hands and walked over. Zhang Shaochuan pulled the door from outside. The Seventh Master scared Miss Yi to death. An explanation was indispensable.

"Don't show off." Yi Huan saw that Yan Zihui's face was good, not as if he was seriously injured, but he did not suspect that he had made a fraud.

"I'm not showing off." Yan Zihui grabbed her hand with her uninjured left hand, pulled her to her side, and waited for her to sit down by the bed before saying, "I'm not shot, I'm pretending."

Yi Huan was stunned, "What did you say?"

Yan Zi returned to wrap the person in his arms and whispered to make things clear. Yi Huan pounded his chest in annoyed manner, "You scared me to death." She thought she was going to be a vulnerable person.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Zi recalled and kissed her lips. Yi Huan tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek.

At this time, Zhang Shaochuan shouted at the door: "Governor, the eldest young master."

Governor Yan and Yan Zikang came, Yi Huan pushed Yan Zi away and returned, stood up, far away from the bed.

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Chapter completed!