Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 107 Cirrus

Feng Jiu first arrived in Suzhou. It turned out that Tang Du and Tang Fengxian's family moved to Suzhou as soon as the spring of this year. All along, their father and son did not like the bustling and bustling Shanghai, but liked the tranquility and elegance of Suzhou; besides, it is so close to Wuxi, Tang Du Wang Yaochen, the general manager of Shanghai Fuxin Flour Mill, a good friend of mine, lived in the famous "Li Garden" here.Later, even the uncle and aunt's family, who had already settled down in Shanghai, moved to Suzhou and lived next to Tang Du.

When he arrived in Suzhou, Fengjiu learned the shocking news: Fengling and Hongsi had gone to Fushi half a month ago—later Yan’an—in all likelihood, they had joined the Communist Party.

She was a little shocked, but at the same time relieved: after graduation, Hongsi went to the tenth preparatory class of the Nanjing Central Military Academy to study, and later served as the captain's staff in the Ning Army. Joining the army, of course, it doesn't matter where you come from; Fengling's love for Hongsi is also pure and passionate. Studying in a vigorous place, and finally choosing to embark on this path is also a matter of course.

After all, over the years, many sons and daughters of senior KMT officials have broken up with their families, and news of joining the Red Army in Fushi has long been seen, and it has been secretly circulated among high-level officials from time to time; It's impossible to persuade anyone with such a flamboyant appearance.

Before leaving, Feng Jiu had already called Ge Luoli and Zheng Li, and the three of them made an appointment to meet at the Tianyunlou Tea Room of Wing On Department Store - Luoli was visiting her cousin Abigail in Shanghai, she married a graduate A German-Jewish doctor of physics from the University of Zurich, his brother-in-law had to leave the German university where he worked because of the increasingly depressing atmosphere in Germany and the undisguised hatred of the Jews by the ruling Fascist Party, and was hired to teach at St. John's University in Shanghai Zheng Li, while running the company, raised the children together with her ex-husband, and even fell in love with an overseas student in France who was five years younger than her. Life was very carefree.

Fengjiu has liked this teahouse since the last time I visited—in the 30s, Cantonese-style teahouses began to become popular in Shanghai, and this one is no exception. Once you enter, you can see the Lingnan style: facing you is a delicate and complicated, pine tree. The lacquered and gilded "Lotus Pond Autumn Scenery" Chaozhou woodcarvings, the walls are filled with manchurian windows with rotating light and shadows and inlaid with large flowers of beautiful kapok stained glass, and on the table are dark and shiny Fuzhou tea trays as bright as autumn water... …After meeting each other, Feng Jiu took out a roll of rice paper and unfolded it. A cluster of three-leaf ink orchids had already been drawn on it, elegant and elegant, and suggested with a smile: "Let's play 'Pi Lan' too!"

Pilan is a popular game in the period of the Republic of China: before the dinner, draw a clump of bluegrass, and write on the bottom of each stem the cost of the dinner after you draw it; if you are lucky and draw the word "free food", then But it was quite a joy.

Dressed in a silver-red wool dress, Zheng Li, who was vacant today, smiled and said: "Now I am a local household in Shanghai, and I am a 'zhezi household' in Yong'an, so don't make me feel poor."

"Exchange households" are similar to VIP customers in modern shopping malls: distinguished customers can pay their bills, and there are many discounts, and they will be settled at the end of the year.

Feng Jiu looked at Zheng Li, who had a calm expression and unchanged face. Although she was no longer his second sister-in-law, their relationship with girlfriends was not affected much, especially because there were still two nephews around, so Zheng Li Li is still inextricably linked with their Tang family.

Feng Jiu recalled that yesterday in Suzhou, he met his second cousin who had aged rapidly in the past two years——Tang Fengyun is a rare fair-skinned man, but most of the fair-skinned people have a shortcoming, that is, they do not age.They have been married for six years and have two children. Tang Fengyun feels that he does not gamble, prostitute or smoke, and is simply a model among married Chinese men-after all, in today's world, even Mr. Hu, a great scholar, It is also unavoidable to visit the land of Fengyue frequently. Although I often regret it afterwards, but every time I go to a new place, I must "go and see how the kiln in XX is like" and go forward bravely-but my wife will return the goods. It is also inevitable to suffer a huge blow.

Feng Jiu suddenly realized that among the few girlfriends among them, the one who took the initiative to control her own destiny and was most loyal to herself was actually Zheng Li, who seemed the most traditional and docile—the second cousin she met on her own initiative. She also abandoned it on her own initiative; everyone thought that there would be a scandal, and it would be the second cousin who was wronged in the end, who would have thought... So until now, both parents have scolded Zheng Li.

This is a new woman who really lives for herself, even if she is not kind, but what can she do?The second child used to save the relationship between the husband and wife was born. They have really worked hard, but the contradiction between the two is essential and irreconcilable: life is a long way, if a couple stays where they are, and the other struggles Moving forward, the balance of the past must no longer be maintained.

Well?Seeing Feng Jiu staring at him without saying a word for a long time, Zheng Li raised his eyebrows, "It's fun..." Feng Jiu reacted, and simply acted coquettishly in a long voice, Zheng Li trembled on purpose, Loli played with a smile flicked her earlobe.

The two couldn't hold her back, so they "chopped" her, but Zheng Li was lucky in the end. He caught the big head, and gave Jiu the small head. Loli "eat it for nothing", which made her laugh out loud, as if he had taken advantage of it.She excitedly said that it was really interesting, and when she met her American friends, she wanted to play with them like this.

All kinds of Cantonese-style refreshments and the nectar tea that the three of them love have been served. The three girlfriends began to chat. They first discussed for a while Ruan Lingyu, the number one actress in the Republic of China who died of poisoning in March: The three agreed that Miss Ruan’s misfortune Her life experience caused her to be weak, inferior, and easily moved. That's why she didn't have the ability to know people.

Feng Jiu was quite touched, and felt that they were all lucky, but since she talked about her husband, she also said that there was a quarrel between the two of them because of the tiger's head leading her to fly, and Ning Zheng's meddling in Qiaoxin's marriage. I told them, and my blood surged while talking.

Luoli already speaks Chinese fluently. When she heard Feng Jiu say this, she mistakenly thought that Feng Jiu already knew, so she kindly advised: "Ruiqing just cares about you too much. After all, Mr. Wei has such deep feelings for you." Friend; I heard from Jager that after so many years, it was the first time he saw Ruiqing could actually start a fight with another man."

When Feng Jiu heard this, his eyes immediately widened, "What did you say?! With whom? For what?!" After calming down and thinking for a while, Ning Zheng's hand injury, and Hutou's awkward mouth on the phone... What else do you not understand?
Looking at her expression, Luoli realized that Feng Jiu didn't know about this incident, and she couldn't help but secretly complained. She could only say that the tiger's head was nothing serious, it was just a few hits on the face, but Ning Zheng was also kicked a few times.

If it hadn't been for the consideration that the Party Congress is being held in Nanjing today, Feng Jiu would have wanted to kill Ning Zheng for a theory.She looked angry, and Zheng Li and Luoli comforted her dumbfoundedly. At this moment, Luoli's cousin Abigail arrived.

As soon as she came in, she found that the atmosphere in the tea room was rather dull.She is an acquaintance, and also a revolutionary, she was the one who gave Feng Jiu the pair of jeans that made Ning Zheng very unhappy.After greeting the three ladies, she excitedly suggested that it happened that she had received an invitation—tonight at the famous Cairus Dance Palace on Jing’an Temple Road, there was a Halloween private masquerade hosted by a dance palace manager. Only the boss Only acquaintances and friends can get this invitation, so money is hard to come by, do you want to play?
Feng Jiu was noncommittal and forced a smile.

Since the national disaster, the pressure on her, the wife of the leader of the Ning army, has been a lot of pressure, so it's natural for a best friend to understand.Both Zheng Li and Luo Li urged her to relax and try to make herself as comfortable as possible. For example, go to see what a masquerade ball is like, dance and drink, and her mood will improve.

Feng Jiu got married early, and she finished college in a shortened time period. She has never been to many activities that college students participate in, because of her identity.If it hadn't been for this quarrel, considering her conservative personality, she definitely wouldn't have gone—after all, she is the mother of two children.

But this time it's different, she decided to go with kindness.

There was still some time before the prom, and they went to the women's clothing department of Wing On Department Store together to choose evening dresses suitable for the prom atmosphere, and bought some blank masks.Fengjiu chose a retro dance dress that she had never tried before. From the color to the style, it was quite bold for her; she was a little hesitant, but the other three women urged her to try bravely. Besides, They wear masks anyway, what are they afraid of?Feng Jiuyi felt relieved after hearing this.

She then asked the lady at the counter for brushes and paints, and asked the three ladies one by one. According to everyone's preferences, she happily drew three masks with a brush: Luoli loves Peking opera the most, so the one given to her is the one directed by Mu Guiying Zheng Li's facial makeup is a big white gardenia with a red background, and Abigail's is Joan of Arc; when it comes to herself, Feng Jiu tilted her head and thought about it, and drew one of her favorite Sun Monkey.

At six o'clock in the evening, the dance officially started, and the four young women were all dressed up, put on their masks, and arrived at the private club of Ciro's happily.

This club, which is not inferior to the "Paramount" in Megatron Shanghai on the opposite side, is said to be because the Shanghai Jewish businessman "Lame Sassoon" wanted the best position but was rejected by the Paramount manager. On the opposite side opened the ring.

The male waiter in a black suit politely pushed open the golden carved door of the ballroom for them. After entering, they kept their coats in the hanging room, and then entered the ballroom.The ballroom was resplendently decorated, and many men and women dressed in Chinese costumes had already gathered. Most of them were Westerners. It is estimated that the well-known foreign representatives stationed in Shanghai and staff from embassies and consulates in Shanghai had come.If it weren't for the band playing popular songs like "Rose Rose I Love You" and "Drizzle", you would think this is not Chinese territory.

This is the first ball that Feng Jiu participated in spontaneously: in the past, without exception, he always participated in various political dinners as the wife of Commander Ning, and there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and his attire was the report of the next day. The focus and the conversation in the streets and lanes are seldom pleasant.

Tonight is different: from the postures, it can be seen that the participants are almost all young people. Here, no one knows who they are. Everyone covers their faces with masks, with a sense of novelty full of taboos. Cold War's Bong Goo is attractive - she needs to breathe.

Fengjiu took the golden champagne from the waiter's tray, and drank a full glass with "gudu gudu". It's bright red.Feng Jiu kind of likes this feeling of being slightly out of control, it's very fresh - all along, she has lived too well.

Her steps didn't falter, but her voice became higher and she talked more.

Ge Luoli patted her on the shoulder, Feng Jiu's mood improved obviously, and she was also very happy as a best friend.They went off one after another, and had a few dances with some polite young people.

After Fengjiu danced two dances, she didn't want to dance anymore. For the rest of the time, she chatted with her girlfriends with a glass of Dutch water in her hand.

After a while, someone asked Zheng Li to dance again. She glanced at Feng Jiu, fearing that she would have an accident when she was drunk, Feng Jiu smiled and twisted her arm lightly, so Zheng Li went to dance her favorite dance without worry. Cha Cha.

At this time, a tall man walked over with an ordinary black mask that covered his forehead halfway. Lori also greeted him face-to-face with surprise, and then introduced them: This is Abel, the representative of the French electric light and tram trading company in China, and a close friend of Injager.The French man was dressed in a tan checked suit, a dark brown bow tie, a handsome moustache, brown hair brushed back, and leaden eyes with amorous eyes.

Bong Goo immediately switched to French.Abel studied business at the University of Besançon. After graduation, he applied for a trading company. He came to Shanghai as a matter of course and changed two companies. Now he is the representative of the electric light and tram trading company. He is very funny and knowledgeable. , who knows the history of European literature by heart, Feng Jiu soon had a good chat with him.

Abel comes from the wine-rich province of Alsace. He has an elegant accent and a guttural voice with the fragrance of the world-renowned Alsace sweet white wine.Feng Jiuzhengchou's original French translator, Li Yingchao, was sent by Ning Zheng to Nanjing as a resident representative two months ago. In her life circle in Wuhan, there are really not many people who can speak French seriously, and the language is the freshest. If you don't practice for a few days, you will become rusty. This opportunity came up, so Feng Jiu hurriedly chatted with him.

At this moment, the door of the ballroom was pushed open again, and three men came in, all of them were tall and muscular, with chic and casual manners, very eye-catching.Immediately, several beautiful Western girls greeted him.

One of them showed signs of getting fat. He was wearing a black tuxedo and a delicate and complicated Russian mask. He immediately stuck to it like a Hunanese when he saw a pepper. He didn't forget to turn around and say to his companions, "Ruiqing, You'an, you Both of them are here, so give me some energy."

The one wearing a sea-blue velvet evening dress and the mask of Lucifer, the fallen angel, was none other than Ning Zheng who had just come from Nanjing; while the one who insisted on wearing a Chinese-style bronze brocade gown and a red-faced Guan Gong face mask was the well-known Cantonese singer. Shang Bao was unyielding, and the latter looked at Yang Liren, a married man who was about to spread his wings and fly all over the field in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

Ning Zheng ignored their lawsuit at all, and his deep eyes lazily scanned the audience, watching the band playing hard, the waiters passing by, and the people wearing gaudy and weird masks... Ten years ago, this was the What a familiar scene, but he has long been far away from this kind of life, and now that he is immersed in it again, he suddenly feels a sense of emptiness and boredom.

Ning Zheng was too busy with the meeting this time, and every time he hung up the phone and went home, the only ones rushing to answer the phone were the little boy Teng Yaya and Tan Buer who could only skip a few words. Only then did I find out that Feng Jiu actually left the two children and went to Suzhou to visit his father-in-law and brother-in-law's family.

Ning Zheng was angry: She actually went back to her mother's house without telling herself. Did she feel that she couldn't get in touch with herself in Nanjing?The phone number of my apartment in Nanjing has long been written on the memo next to the phone in Yang Yuan's living room.

A big event happened during the meeting today, and there will definitely be uproar in the newspapers tomorrow.He seemed to have done something wrong, but looking back, he couldn't figure out what happened to him.

He couldn't come to visit his father-in-law with such confused emotions, let alone face his wife who had been in a cold war for a long time.

After the accident, the scene was in chaos, and the meeting could not be held temporarily.He simply flew to Shanghai because he knew that his friend Bao Buqu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, had been doing business in Shanghai recently.They talked for a long time, and then met Yang Liren who came to talk to Bao Buqu about business.Seeing his uneasy expression, Yang Liren dragged him here to relax.

At this moment, a burst of remorse filled his heart: Why did he come here?If Fengjiu's little vinegar jar finds out, can he be even more angry?After two years of marriage, he and the person in his heart became husband and wife, and his heart was always full. As long as he was with her, even if they were doing their own things, they would feel at ease.

He likes a warm family life atmosphere, because this is what he lacked since he was a child; and his wife is a smart life, no matter where she goes these years, she always has the ability to decorate even a temporary residence comfortably and warmly, It is full of stability, so that everyone can eat and live in peace; and after having children, he is more willing to spend all his spare time with them, even if it is just reading a book, or Teach your daughter to ride a horse and shoot, or bend over to accompany your son to learn to walk.

The music here is too loud, the smoke is too heavy, and the air is too thin. It seems that he is old and he is no longer suitable for this place. It is really wrong to come tonight, and he has to leave immediately.

Just as he was about to look away, he accidentally slipped past a silver-white mask in the innermost corner of the spacious ballroom, on which was an ingenious painting of a man wielding a golden cudgel to make trouble in heaven—the Monkey King ? !
Ning Zheng was dumbfounded. This distinctive brushwork was so familiar that only one person could draw it with the brushstrokes of the Wumen school of painting. He had admired it in the square of Venice the year before last... His eyes immediately fixed on the back of the mask A pair of lacquer-like eyes belonged to a woman who was having a good time with a French man. There is no doubt that she is an outstanding tall beauty: wearing a scarlet retro dance dress with a large swing that is rarely seen in the audience , the chest and shoulders are inlaid with thick and complicated golden lace, and the scarlet and gold match, setting off a noble and powerful style, but the design of the bare shoulders is lively and beautiful; But it is not exaggerated, a small natural gully is exposed downward; two white and round shoulders form a soft arc with the barely visible collarbone.The skeleton is extremely slender, round everywhere but no bone is seen everywhere, such a bone appearance is really rare.

The woman also wore a light golden laurel wreath on her head, and her slightly curly raven hair was scattered behind, skillfully covering half of her bare back. She just turned around to change a glass of Dutch water from the waiter's tray, and then Following her movements, the hair swayed lightly, and two exquisite butterfly bones appeared in a flash.

Not far from her, a lot of men in fine clothes had gathered, all of whom wanted to talk to this mysterious and charming woman, but it was obvious that she was not interested.

It was a surprise to get to know this knowledgeable and insightful Abel this time, and that was enough. She felt that she was in a better mood, and she was impatient to make more friends——Bong Jiu was not that kind People who like to make new friends, so Abel acted as a flower protector knowingly, pushing all these men away.

The frustrated young men immediately began to whisper: today's masquerade ball, all you want is a mysterious tone-whether you can guess who the other party is, naturally depends on the degree of familiarity, or the introduction of an acquaintance.Manager Sassoon didn't have the kindness to introduce them one by one; the invitation he sent out knowingly made him firmly believe that the friends his friends could bring here would be the same.

Yang Liren, who was chatting and joking with Western beauties, and Bao Buqu, who had never understood his insistence on flirting after marriage, suddenly felt a chill emanating from Ning Zheng beside him. edge.

Bao Buqu followed Ning Zheng's gaze and saw the woman in the eye-catching red dress. He recognized it keenly. This is Feng Jiu? !
Ning Zheng thought that Feng Jiu was still in Suzhou, and Feng Jiu thought that Ning Zheng was still in Nanjing. Neither of the couple knew that the other had arrived in Shanghai.

Feng Jiu was telling Abel about her experience of going to the Panthéon in Paris last year - where the greatest literati, philosophers and scientists in French history are buried - and suddenly found Abel on the opposite side with a condensed expression, wondering, suddenly I was surprised to find a strong arm around my waist, and then a familiar clear voice sounded: "My wife is so happy."

Feng Jiu turned around in shock, and it turned out to be Ning Zheng who should never have appeared here anyway.The couple looked at each other, wanting to accuse each other, but also afraid of making jokes in public. Fortunately, they both wore masks, but in just a short while, they also exchanged several swishing eyes.

Abel, who originally wanted to go forward, retreated as soon as he heard Ning Zheng's words. Gloria, who was sweating from jumping just now, raised her eyes to see this scene. Based on how familiar she was with Ning Zheng, she naturally recognized it at a glance. come out.

She knew how nervous Ning Zheng was to Feng Jiu, so she couldn't help putting her hand on her forehead: What the hell kind of fate is this, Feng Jiu who hasn't attended a dance in 800 years can still be caught by her husband, it's really unlucky.

"Lu Wei!" A soft shout sounded behind him, Feng Jiu felt the strength on his waist relax a bit, so he turned his body around, just in time to see Bao Buyi who had pushed the mask up in strides, two Just now, she showed a surprised smile to the old friend opposite, Feng Jiu felt that her eyes went dark——she was completely covered by something.

There is a lot of movement here, and it has already caused a small commotion among the young men who have been paying attention to Feng Jiu, hesitating whether to rush over to save the beauty.Feng Jiu didn't dare to struggle, for fear of causing any trouble again.

Ning Zheng took off his gown and wrapped it around Feng Jiu, revealing the snow-white shirt inside. He put the gown on Feng Jiu indiscriminately, taking care not to touch the mask, and then said to Bao Buyi in a deep voice: " I'm sorry You'an, let's go back first." He glanced coldly at Ge Luoli, who was smiling wryly, and turned to look at Zheng Li, who had noticed the movement here, pushed away her partner and mask and rushed here , hugged Fengjiu tightly, and strode out the door.

Yang Liren, who had been ignored all this time, had a burning gossip in his eyes, and he was very reluctant to let the play end, but he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only watch Ning Zheng and his wife who was obviously his wife with reluctance. Feng Jiu left together.

As soon as they went out, the footman at the door had cleverly gone to bring the car over.While waiting for the car, Ning Zheng hugged Feng Jiu tightly all the time, neither of them spoke, and even when they got in the car, no one took the initiative to speak.

Ning Zheng half hugged Feng Jiu and went back to their apartment on Corneille Road.Although their family does not live here, there are still two servants who clean and take care of it on weekdays, so as soon as the bell is rung, someone comes to welcome the door. The servant only has time to say hello, and the master and his wife both nodded slightly, and then their expressions changed. It swept into the bedroom on the second floor like a strange gust of wind.

Since he didn't intend to take off the mask at all, Bong Goo didn't wear makeup at all.Ning Zheng slammed the door of the living room, Feng Jiu felt uncomfortable looking at his aura, and planned to back away calmly, but Ning Zheng stepped forward and blocked her way.

The couple silently started circling the coffee table in front of the sofa. After two laps, Ning Zheng felt that the situation was very familiar: Feng Jiu, who had just married at the church back then, was also circling around the table of the Eight Immortals. , don't you want him to catch it?

He lost his patience, and simply took a step with his long legs, stepped over the short coffee table, and strangled her waist.

Feng Jiu yelled: "You're shameless! You don't play cards according to the routine? It's a foul to straddle the coffee table!" I don't know who is inferior to others, so I started to mess around.

Ning Zheng lifted her chin, lowered his head and stared at her: "Ning Tang Fengjiu, what on earth are you trying to do? Even if I had to think about it a thousand times, I still don't dare to think about how you would appear in such a place!" He glanced at her again. upper body, "Still dressed like this!"

He poked her bare chest with his finger, the skin under his finger was still smooth and tender, his finger just couldn't stand up and slid down, he couldn't hold back his breath all the way, and he wanted to burst out: the thought of all the men in the dance hall seeing her Originally, apart from the Broken Jade Agar that he never showed to others, what's more, there was Bao Buqu in it, and he was almost devastated.

"What's wrong with that place? It's very decent; besides, there's nothing wrong with the skirt, it's just a little, a little bit exposed..." Feng Jiu muttered, pulling up and slipping half way down while he was holding his arms all the way. sleeve.She is indeed not used to such clothes, but at the moment, there are more important matters to discuss with Ning Zheng, "Are you still ashamed to pursue such trivial matters? Let me ask you, did you fight with Tiger Head? "

...Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Ning Zheng's arrogance immediately weakened a little, "...that's because he doesn't speak well."

Wei Yuanhua actually said something, if Feng Jiu was not happy staying with him, he would always wait for her; he was powerless before, but now he has enough ability to make Feng Jiu happy.

Listen, is this a human speech?The husband and wife are fine, why is he so at ease?Ever since they met this Wei Yuanhua, the two of them hadn't gotten along well. It can be seen that this Wei Yuanhua was born to be Ning Zheng's nemesis.

Feng Jiu was really worried about what Ning Zheng would do to Wei Yuanhua. After all, their social status, military rank and position were far apart.

Her face was covered with frost in an instant, "Ruiqing, I warn you, if you dare to attack him again, I will never forgive you."

Ning Zheng suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and after a while, he said softly: "Jiu'er, you care so much about your Hutou brother, do you know what happened to your husband today?"

Feng Jiu was taken aback, today is the first day of the Sixth Plenary Session of the Fourth Central Committee of the Kuomintang, isn't it just a meeting?However, how could he go to Shanghai in his spare time?She looked Ning Zheng up and down, "Why, what happened?"

Ning Zheng said slowly: "When I was taking pictures at the entrance of the venue this morning, Sun Fengming, a reporter from the Chenguang News Agency, fired several shots and assassinated Wang Zhaoming. At that time, I was beside him... The news was temporarily blocked by Mr. Jiang, but It will be sent out tomorrow morning."

In fact, later historical data confirmed that this was arranged by Wang Yaqiao, the king of assassination in Asia—one of the Shanghai gang leaders who wanted to assassinate Ning Zheng after September [-], but was persuaded by the old man Mr. Du—this time His original assassination target was Mr. Jiang; but because he did not show up, he temporarily changed to assassinate the President of the Executive Yuan and Foreign Minister Wang Zhaoming.

After all, the names of these two "pro-Japanese" factions are evenly matched. In February this year, when Mr. Jiang answered a reporter from the Central News Agency about "Sino-Japanese goodwill", he actually said: "My compatriots all over the country should also With a dignified and upright attitude, and rational and moral instructions, sanction impulsive and anti-Japanese behaviors to show our friendship." A few days later, he answered a reporter from Japan's "Asahi Shimbun" in Lushan Mountain and said: "Not only does China have no anti-Japan action thinking, There is no need to arrange a date."

Famous for flattering the sun and fearing the sun, Wang Zhaoming, who sat on the side of the Japanese for his own self-interest, immediately followed suit, and at the end of the month, he and Mr. Jiang jointly issued the "Order to Strictly Prohibit the Movement Against the Sun", prohibiting business associations from all over the world from boycotting Japanese products In particular, intellectuals are not allowed to publish anti-Japanese articles in newspapers, otherwise the newspaper office will be closed and the writers will be arrested.

Mr. Hu Shi sadly published a signed article on "Ta Kung Pao" in June, saying, "There are two interpretations of 'don't write a word', you can't write it, and you don't need to write it...Chinese newspapers are about to become wordless monuments." Mr. Zou Taofen therefore Avoiding abroad, Mr. Du Zhongyuan was convicted of literature and is in jail...

This move naturally aroused the indignation of the whole country, and all classes were greatly disgusted by it. It also began to make Ning Zheng increasingly doubtful about whether Mr. Jiang could fulfill his promise and restore the Northeast.

Feng Jiu covered his mouth when he heard the words, and forgot everything at the moment, so he quickly ran over to hold him, and checked him from head to toe. Observe his expression, and even squat down and touch his legs - after all, bullets don't have eyes, and she didn't even see if it was interrupted...

When people are in a hurry, they tend to get confused, Feng Jiu doesn't even think about it, if he is really injured, can Ning Zheng still go to the ballroom?
However, Ning Zheng looked at her busy work, and the large ice field that had frozen in his heart seemed to melt away in an instant, leaving only the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.While cursing himself for not living up to expectations, he pulled her up and teased, "Now you know you care about me? Then you said you would never forgive me just now."

Feng Jiu was stunned, and immediately raised his eyes to stare at him.

Ning Zheng immediately said softly: "Okay, okay, I'm fine. Fortunately, the target of his assassination today is not me, otherwise, maybe I'm already..."

"Don't say it, don't say it..." Feng Jiu couldn't listen to these words, burst into tears, and stood on tiptoe to cover his mouth.

Ning Zheng lightly pecked her palm, and took the opportunity to beg for peace, "Stop quarreling with me, you don't know how uncomfortable I feel after these days..."

Feng Jiu leaned into his arms softly.Ning Zheng lowered his head, pressed his lips heavily on her blubber chest, sucked back and forth, leaving red marks one by one, nostalgic and greedy, and murmured: "Here, and here, all It's mine, no one can see it but me..."

Feng Jiu was kissed by him so that his head was thrown back, his slender neck bent into a thrilling and beautiful arc, and he gasped and let out a "huh"; Ning Zheng continued to go down, and when he encountered the obstruction of the cloth, he slowly opened his eyes, consciously It was this golden-red romantic and "slutty" dress that made his wife's beautiful skin a feast for the eyes of others. He couldn't help pulling his hands hard, and there was a sound of tearing silk, and the strong and expensive dress burst into pieces. two halves.

Feng Jiu let out a low cry, and crossed his arms over his chest - naturally, such a dress cannot be worn with "prosthetic breasts", that is, a Western-style bra.

More than half of the fine and luxurious dance dress was already worn down, Ning Zheng pulled off the half sleeves from Feng Jiu's round shoulders, and hugged her white body, as if peeling it from the hard and withered copper-colored winter bamboo shoots. A tender shoot came, and he carried her straight into the bedroom, threw her on the bed, and then pressed her down.

So it has been almost half a month, and the couple who have been longing for each other have finally got their wish, and they inevitably sighed with satisfaction at the same time...

Feng Jiu finally woke up from the intoxication, looked up and saw Ning Zheng who was looking at her with bright eyes and a smile, at first he had a bad look, but it was a pity that he had nothing to do with the thick-skinned Ning Zheng who was full of food and drink. Influence, "Little heartless, don't you say, 'You have worked hard, and you will continue to work hard' to listen to it, huh?"

"...Well, I will definitely continue to work hard and continue to make trouble." Feng Jiu twisted deliberately.

Ning Zheng laughed, and his voice suddenly turned soft again, "Don't worry, I will never treat that again, Wei—what did Yuanhua do, if he wants to see you, he can come to our house." If you bow your head, it's better to be early; and, if you want to meet, it's better to be under your nose.

"Well, he is just like my brother, why are you so petty? Also, you have already canceled Qiaoxin's engagement, why didn't you tell me before you left?" Feng Jiuyi became happy when he heard this, Tsk tsk kissed his lips loudly.

Brother?Maybe you can't see it, Ning Zheng slandered while enjoying it.But of course he won't make it clear.

But for the second half of Fengjiu's words, he still said something, deliberately lowered his voice and said: "I also have a heart, seeing that you don't care about me for others, I will also be sad."

He closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes intertwined, his fingers stretched out, without looking, he accurately grabbed her hand and intertwined with it, and then covered his chest together, letting her feel his heavy heartbeat.

Feng Jiu leaned into his arms again, and pressed her face against his thick chest, "I didn't worry about Qiao Xin because she was your sister...you are an idiot." Calling himself a fool, Ning Zheng accepted it with a smile, and that's all for the matter.Of course, Yin Yage, who was working for Ning Zheng in Guangzhou, received a call from Ning Zheng the next day, severely reprimanding him for not disciplining his wife well enough to spoil other people's wives. Jager couldn't laugh or cry.

As for Zheng Li, Ning Zheng has nothing to do with her. For a woman who has the heart to "abandon her husband and son", how could Ning Zheng have any affection for her, but he just planned to let his wife have less contact with her in the future.

He is in a very good mood now, and finally feels that he can talk about yesterday's incident with his wife. After all, Fengjiu's transparency and insight, as well as its huge comforting effect on himself, are unmatched by others.

So Fengjiu listened to Ning Zheng's detailed description of the situation when Sun Fengming assassinated Wang Zhaoming: It turned out that Ning Zheng was right next to Wang Zhaoming when the photo was taken, and when Sun Fengming, the former platoon leader of the [-]th Route Army who was disguised as a reporter, shot, the scene was a blur. In chaos, the KMT and local bigwigs, who are usually brilliant, scattered like birds and beasts, running and crawling, full of ugly appearances; only Zhang Puquan, a veteran of the KMT who was over half a century old, was brave enough to hold the assassin by the waist to stop him. Ning Zheng took the opportunity to kick his pistol away and saved Wang Zhaoming.

Feng Jiu felt his body tense involuntarily while he was narrating, and he sighed heavily after speaking, so he asked after a moment of silence: "Ruiqing, do you regret it?"

"...Regret. Jiu'er, I really regret it, I should let the assassin kill this thief directly!"

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault... Your first reaction is the best description of your character. Everyone knows that you are deadly enemies, but you have always been so benevolent, chivalrous, never hiding traitors, not doing bad things, this is Your character cannot be changed." Ning Zheng remained silent, his muscles still tensed.

"And didn't you just say that Wang Zhaoming's spine was seriously damaged? I'm afraid he won't live for many years. Also, do you know," Feng Jiu touched his face, "I've always liked you like this..."

Ning Zheng suddenly let go of all the strength in his body, his body was no longer so rigid, and he didn't speak. He just hugged her heavily, then rubbed her lips back and forth on the top of her head, and then lowered his head to rub her two pieces together. Hongrun put it in his mouth and sucked it for a long time, then he let out a light breath, and the couple quietly cuddled each other.

Outside the window, the golden ginkgo leaves rustled in the cold wind, covering the entire courtyard like a small fan, and the silvery autumn frost stained the sweet-scented osmanthus trees. The shadow of the moon passed through the branches and reflected on the window glass, rippling and rippling.

Ning Zheng is not in a hurry to return to Nanjing. Fortunately, there are no night owls and jackdaws that disturb people's dreams at night, because he just wants to sleep with the beautiful woman in his arms until dawn.

(End of this chapter)