Rebirth of the Northern Giants

Then they looked at each other and stuck their heads under the quilt in embarrassment.

Ye Zhikui was stunned, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: Hero Jin, I hate you forever, the sun and the moon are dark.

Volume Two, The Wind and Cloud of the Capital, Chapter [-], Russia's Great Victory

The next day, Ye Zhikui walked out with a pair of panda eyes, a sore waist and legs, and trembling feet. The two beautiful wives were tossed and tossed by him last night, and they were still lazily lying on the bed.

Walking out of the door, Ye Zhikui took a deep breath of fresh air, thinking in his heart, the spring night is bitter and the day is high, and since then the king does not go to court early, whether he should take some medicine.

"Hmph, licentiousness." Bai Weiwei lowered her head, blushing, and handed Ye Zhikui a letter, "Here, Uncle Nie asked me to hand it to you."

Ye Zhikui saw that her eyes were swollen and her eye sockets were dark, obviously she didn't sleep well last night.

After receiving the letter, Ye Zhikui greeted him with a smile, "You're tired from the journey, why doesn't Miss Bai take a good rest."

Bai Weiwei had the urge to step forward and pull Ye Zhikui's hair. Last night, who was it, who disregarded etiquette and shame, indulged in prostitution in this silent palace, screamed and gasped, not to mention spread throughout the Forbidden City, at least it was relatively close I was tossing and turning, having trouble falling asleep, and it was simply unbearable.

"You still say!" Bai Weiwei stomped her feet angrily.

Ye Zhikui looked her up and down suspiciously, and suddenly realized, "You don't live not far from here, do you?"

Bai Weiwei lowered her head and said quickly, "Read the letter quickly and see what Uncle Nie said!"

Let me go, Wang Huaiqing, you bastard, I only told you to arrange Bai Weiwei and Huiyi together, not to make you arrange them so close. There were no other men in the harem, and some other women Ye Zhikui He just ignored it, of course he played crazily, and Bai Weiwei heard all the good things.

"Well, I just massaged each other with Hui Yi and the others last night, don't think too much." Ye Zhikui said imposingly while opening the letter.

Nephew Yunxian, don't read a letter when you see it.

The matter in Shandong has slowly unfolded according to the agreement, and I am very happy to hear that my nephew's wedding is coming soon.

But there is one matter, the old man is very headache, I am afraid only the nephew can solve it.

Since Niece Bai left her nephew, she has not thought about eating and drinking, and has become thinner day by day.

After discussing with Father Bai Tiannan, the old man felt that it would be more appropriate to entrust his niece to a good nephew.

My nephew has to think about this matter for himself, whether to rush back to niece Bai or arrange for niece Bai to go to another place, it's up to you, don't bother me anymore.

That's it!

Nie Shicheng wrote it himself!

The few numbers made Ye Zhikui extremely embarrassed, and he looked at the curious and innocent Bai Weiwei with a strange expression.

"Haven't you opened it to see it?" Ye Zhikui could only ask aloud.

Bai Weiwei obviously didn't know what was written inside, she shook her head and said, "Uncle Nie only asked me to hand it over to you personally, but he didn't show it to me."

A pure child, you don’t even know that your father and Uncle Nie have betrayed you, and now all communication is by telegram, do you still need to bring letters?

Perhaps Bai Weiwei was a little clear in her heart, but she subconsciously didn't want to think about it.

After pondering for a moment, he put away the letter, "What are your plans for the future." After finishing speaking, Ye Zhikui regretted secretly, and silently scolded himself for being clumsy in his heart.

Sure enough, Bai Weiwei's eyes began to turn red, and tears rolled down her face.

Yes, what are you doing here? Needless to say, he already has two beautiful wives, and even his current status is unattainable to him. Originally, he only wanted to see him, but now that he sees him, he doesn’t know where to start. .

Biting her lip, Bai Weiwei held back her tears, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Isn't the military government advocating equality between men and women? I'm going to start a women's newspaper in Beijing, and I hope the Generalissimo will give you a lot of support. Today, Weiwei is saying goodbye to you." of."

Ye Zhikui quickly said: "It's a good idea to start a women's newspaper, but the situation in Beijing and China is tense, you should settle in the Forbidden City first."

Bai Weiwei shook her head, and said in a cold tone, "It's not convenient for me to live here in the Forbidden City. The Generalissimo will take care of you, and the little girl will take care of herself."

Ye Zhikui said in a strong tone: "No, I can do whatever I say?"

"You are the Grand Marshal, so naturally you can do whatever you want, a little girl who dare not resist." Bai Weiwei turned her head away, not looking at Ye Zhikui.

"Weiwei," Ye Zhikui suddenly stepped forward, held Bai Weiwei's hands, looked her in the eyes, and said softly, "Be good, you know I'm worried about you."

"Grand Marshal!"

Bai Weiwei wanted to break away from Rou Yi who was being held, but the more she struggled, the tighter Ye Zhikui's grip became.

Two patches of rosy clouds flew onto her cheeks, and Bai Weiwei said like a mosquito, "I promise you, let go of your hands."

Ye Zhikui ticked her palm lightly, and said with a smile: "That's it."

"Well, but I'm going to change houses."

With a knowing smile, Ye Zhikui replied proudly: "In the Forbidden City, you can live in whichever room you want."

"Generalissimo, your itinerary today is..."

Yang Du coughed, interrupted the men and women who were staring at each other, and said loudly while opening the notebook.

Ye Zhikui gave him a hard look, but Yang Duhun didn't care, and continued to chatter, "Generalissimo, time is urgent, please prepare quickly."

Helpless, Ye Zhikui shrugged his shoulders, had no choice but to let go of his hands, smiled slightly at Bai Weiwei, and said: "You go around the palace these few days, and the matter of female newspapers will last forever."

Bai Weiwei has been counting ants with her head down ever since Yang Du came, and she nodded her head as she agreed.

Ye Zhikui glanced again reluctantly, walked up to Yang Du, smacked his lips and said, "Let's go."

"Yes, Generalissimo!" Yang Du closed the notebook, followed behind without making a sound.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhikui's legs gave way, and a small stone in front of him almost tripped him.

Yang Du hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and asked worriedly, "The Generalissimo is not feeling well?"

"It's okay! I had a long massage last night."

……

Russia, Gatchina Palace.

The Minister of War, Kurobatykin, held the latest battle report on the Sino-Russian battlefield, sighed back and forth in front of the palace gate with a worried face, and was in a dilemma.

In the battle of Yakeshi, the Russian army lost at least one brigade of soldiers. After receiving such a big loss, he did not dare to hide it after receiving the news from Grodekov, so he had to report it to Tsar Nicholas II.

However, as long as you are a Russian, you will know what kind of guy Nicholas II is. It is not his fault that he is tyrannical and stupid. The fault is that Alexander III did not shoot him on the wall. They seized their own power, and the flatterer gained his confidence, and such a person reported to him some false information, which was often more likely to be praised by him than official reports.

This is the disadvantage of the feudal autocratic system, the incompetent monarch is still his emperor.

Kurobatykin knew that as long as he passed on the news, the Tsar would definitely reprimand him and possibly even dismiss him, so he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, he soon saw Podonos Chaf coming over. This Chaf was the tsar’s personal tutor and counselor, and he was very favored. Fortunately, this Chaf also had some relationship with Robatkin. .