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Chapter 366 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [44]

As night fell, the streets became silent, but the Moulin Rouge Ballroom in Qingzhou Dongcheng just started the night carnival.

The entrance of the Moulin Rouge was crowded with people, and it was very lively. Suddenly, a burst of neat steps came, and the small customers at the entrance unconsciously quieted down, looking for the sound and looking into the distance.

I saw two columns of troops quickly running to the gate of Paramount and standing still, and then divided into four columns, standing in an orderly manner on the left and right sides of Paramount and the side of the road.

Then three black military vehicles drove over slowly, and didn't stop until the door.

The welcoming guest who was standing at the door stepped forward and opened the car door graciously. Two men in military uniform got off from different cars respectively. People feel scared.

This group of people is Zhu Yi and Qingtian.

The two walked in side by side.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, a man in a long gown greeted him with a respectful tone, "I don't know that you two are here, so please don't blame me if I miss you."

"Mr. Li is too polite." Zhu Yi turned around and introduced to Qingtian, "This is the boss of Paramount, Mr. Li."

Qingtian didn't speak, but shifted his gaze to Zhao Zhixu who was standing beside him.

Zhao Zhixu stepped forward knowingly, "I'm sorry everyone, my young marshal has a bad throat, so he can't speak. Please forgive me, Marshal Zhu and Mr. Li."

Hearing this, Zhu Yi looked at Qingtian with concern, "If that's the case, why don't we come back another day?"

Under Qingtian's signal, Zhao Zhixu said in a calm manner, "Marshal Zhu, don't worry about it. The young marshal said that it's good to come to the dance hall to listen to the music, and you can also find a dancer to dance. You don't need to use your voice."

Qingtian nodded in agreement, that's exactly the reason.

After thinking about it, Zhu Yi let him go.

Seeing that the two big men had discussed it, Mr. Li shifted his gaze to Zhu Yi, and asked tentatively, "Should we still sit in the original private room?"

Sitting in the lobby was a mixed bag, unsafe, and it was easy to encounter assassination, so it was better to have a private room, but Zhu Yi just opened his mouth, but Zhao Zhixu preempted him.

"Marshal Zhu." Zhao Zhixu walked in front of him with a respectful face, "My young marshal holds a different view."

"How to say?"

"Since the young marshal has come to Qingzhou, he wants to experience the life here and watch the performance here. Naturally, it is better to sit in the lobby. It is more realistic and lively. Sitting in the private room seems too monotonous. gone."

Zhu Yi hesitated, "This..."

In my heart, I doubted Qingtian's motives, but I couldn't think of the reason. After all, since he lived in the Marshal's Mansion, his every move has been under his supervision every day, and there is nothing abnormal.

But it was this quietness that made him more vigilant.

Zhao Zhixu persuaded again, "We have brought so many soldiers here, we just need to let them stand around to protect us, and there will be no big trouble, let alone who would dare to make trouble in Mr. Li's territory."

After some words, Marshal Zhu could not retreat.

Zhu Yi pondered for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, "Marshal Qing is right. The visitor is a guest, so we will follow Marshal Qing's wishes." After speaking, he looked at Li Sanye and motioned him to lead the way.

Qing Tianchao nodded to Zhu Yi, and walked straight behind Li Sanye.

Leng Qi, a confidant standing beside Zhu Yi, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Marshal, sitting in the hall is an easy target."

(End of this chapter)