Peerless Junior Uncle

"Peerless Little Master Uncle" Author: Bodhi Blood

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The first time I saw him, he was harmless to the humans and animals he laughed: Come on, give way to uncle.

Seeing him again, a sky-blue color fell from the sky, startling pear blossoms like snow: My name is Fu Qingcheng.

He came across thousands of years from an era that didn't know what time travel was, just for this encounter: Qingcheng, do you know that you are the only comfort this world gives me, a priceless treasure.

He, who is destined to be a wolf in troubled times, disdains the world's struggles, but for him, he is willing to endure the pain of wounds in troubled times: as long as you want, I will never turn back.

In this life, a love affair will break anyone's heart: If you don't remember your taste, your feeling, in the next life there will be a sea of ​​people, how do you let me find you.

Everyone is unique, and he is just my peerless one.

The Fury of He Tingge

The He Mansion, which has never been very lively, has changed from its usual desolation and solemnity today. Red lanterns are hung in front of the gate, and a red carpet is spread from the gate to the inner hall. The maids and servants with smiles on their faces were each holding a tray, serving the banquet thoughtfully.

He Yunshen, who was nearly fifty years old, held a cup in one hand, and was dressed in an olive-colored orthodox military uniform. Golden tassels hung straight down on his shoulders, and swayed slightly with the occasional wind. On his chest were proud badges, four One row, and two rows hung side by side on the chest.The metallic color is particularly dazzling in the sun.

Seeing the subordinates in gray-blue military uniforms around him, or well-known upper-level figures from all walks of life in Northeast China, He Yunshen raised his glass of wine, with a smile on his slightly vicissitudes face: "This time the great victory at Yunping Pass, all the officers and men have contributed No, He Mou respects everyone!"

Hearing this, all the soldiers at the banquet stood up, held up their glasses and said in unison: "Please, Governor!"

He Yunshen took a sip, and Rela's wine flowed down his throat into his belly. The heroic energy unique to the Northeast people was aroused, and he laughed loudly: "Okay!"

All the soldiers then drank the wine in their hands and took their seats.

"Overseer, why don't you see the major general?" After drinking for three rounds, it seemed that he had just discovered it. An adjutant looked around and asked.

He Yunshen put down the wine glass in his hand, seemingly helpless, and said, "Adjutant Song, when did you see him attend the celebration banquet?"

"Uh..." Lieutenant Song was dumb, as if he had thought about it seriously, his face froze slightly, and he said in embarrassment: "It's true." Then he wiped his face, returned to his smile, and poured wine Go to drink with everyone.

With the rising of the full moon, the crowds and haste of the day are no longer present on the streets at this time, and the April night, in the north, is still mixed with a little coolness.

Occasionally, a car drove by on the street, splashing the accumulated water on the ground and drawing an arc in the air. The noisy sound of the motors in the car melted into the night after a while and disappeared into the street.Neon lights flashed colorfully on both sides of the street, reflected in the puddles on the ground, illuminating the two worlds respectively.

Suddenly, a splash of water splashed on the ground, and in an instant, the reflection of red and green lights on the water surface was mixed in a circle of ripples.

Currently, Northeast China is the most suitable place for upper-class social expenses. In front of the glass door of the most luxurious song and dance hall "Night Paradise", the conscientious bartender bows his head politely to the visitors, smiles and whispers to the front. Standing up, the man covered half of his face and said, "Sir, do you have an invitation card?"

The man raised his head slightly and glanced at the bartender. His deep eyes were like a bottomless lake. Under the light, there was a little bit of cold light, but after just one glance, the man lowered his eyes, and his deep voice echoed in the night. Very clear: "No."

"I'm sorry, sir, there is a reservation tonight. Anyone who comes must have an invitation card before they can enter." The bartender said politely, while bowing to express his apology, as if he felt that the person in front of him was not within the range that he could offend.Just as I was about to say something, the man took out an ID from the pocket inside the windbreaker, shook it, opened it in front of the bartender, and said a few words indifferently; "This, is it okay?"

The smile on the bartender's face froze, but he didn't know what expression to put on. After a while, he wondered, "General, this..."

Although the bartender is not a high-class person, as long as he is from the Northeast, he will not be unfamiliar with the man in front of him, He Tingge.The young general of the Northeast Army who controls half of the Northeast, and the eldest son of He Yunshen, the governor of the Northeast.In this land of China, which is facing to be partitioned by powerful countries, when various warlords sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, the Northeast Army was like a broken bamboo. The three-legged Siberian Tiger Northeast Army, and most of the battles, big and small, were fought by the man in front of him, He Tingge, who led the army himself, and almost never lost.

"Oh? Isn't this Young Master He?" Suddenly, the glass door of the dance hall opened from the inside, and a man wearing a plaid vest and a light blue shirt underneath came out with a rosy red face holding a glass of wine. The liquid was rippling in the goblet because of the slightly swaying body of the man.

Putting away the documents, He Yunshen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Young Master Hai?"

Haitang grinned, pulled away the bartender in front of him and swayed slightly drunk, walked to He Tingge, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, and said with a sigh: "That's right, I heard that the Yunpingguan victory, our General He It's getting better and better! By the way, isn't the He family celebrating today? Why did the young master come here?"

He Tingge received three slaps from him without moving an inch, noncommittal, but said: "What's going on?"

Haitang looked back as if he hadn't reacted, and then suddenly realized: "President Fu has reserved the venue to celebrate the successful cooperation between the Northeast Chamber of Commerce and the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, and all the people invited are the facade figures of the various commercial firms here. Fenghan, call me to join us."

"President Fu?" He Tingge frowned slightly.

"When you went out to fight at the end of last year, the newly-appointed president of the Northeast Chamber of Commerce had some tricks, no, in just a few months, he tricked those old tricksters from Shanghai into signing the contract.

He Tingge nodded after listening, not knowing what it meant, but said: "In that case, then I'm leaving."

"Huh?" Haitang blew the wind at the door, and he was half awake from the wine. He grabbed He Tingge who was about to leave and asked, "What's wrong? Are you busy?"

"Look for someone." The cold arrogance on the battlefield faded away, he actually didn't like to talk much.

"Who?" Haitang is He Tingge's playmate who grew up together, and he has a good relationship. He immediately hooked his shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Isn't it the singer Lei Lily who just became popular a few days ago? Speaking of which, then Niu is indeed on time, no wonder our young master He is interested, but if I guess right, she should be hired by President Fu tonight, if you..."

"Tang Yuzhen." He Tingge interrupted him.

"Who?" Haitang didn't react for a while, his slender eyebrows frowned: "Tang?"

"kindness."

"He..." Haitang drank the red wine in his hand, thought for a while and said, "I guess he's flattering in front of Chairman Fu."

He Tingge frowned unobtrusively, and finally raised his eyes to look at the night before him, turned around and pushed open the glass door to go in regardless of the two bartenders' obstruction. The two bartenders tried to stop them, but Haitang blocked them After hiccupping, he said lazily, "Are you two stupid? He is the son of the warlord, the crown prince! That identity is the passport. Pig brain!" After speaking, he opened the door and walked in, leaving behind two The bartender stared bitterly.

sudden predicament

As soon as He Tingge entered the door, the cold aura emanating from his body made everyone who saw him quiet down unanimously, but he just scanned the venue coldly, then walked towards one direction, Haitang came in afterward, smiling After a haha, the surrounding atmosphere gradually recovered.

At this time, Tang Yuzhen was sitting between the two beauties, drinking the wine handed over by the beauties, while rubbing his face, taking advantage of the time when President Fu went out, he was preparing to face Fu Hui with some expression long.

As soon as he turned his head, he suddenly found that the beautiful woman beside him had disappeared at some point, and when he raised his head, he met a pair of bottomless eyes, and the ice thorns in those eyes made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Young...Major General." Tang Yuzheng paused for a moment, then put on a smiling face to meet him, but his expression didn't last long before losing shape.Tang Yuzhen frowned fiercely in pain, raised one hand to test the blood on the corner of his mouth, and stood up against the sofa.

"You told the Shen family the secret?" He Tingge ninja said angrily.

Tang Yuzhen endured it, finally gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, his thin body tensed, and said: "Yes, but He Tingge I will sue..." Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked again He fell to the ground, and then he was lifted from the collar, and hit He Tingge's eyes burning with anger.

"Why?" The syllables almost squeezed out from between the teeth pointed at Tang Yuzhen's face, and then a gun was coldly pressed against his chin: "You better give me a reason not to shoot."

The shirt on Tang Yuzhen's back was already wet with cold sweat, but he still trembled and said, "You know, foreigners won't make you stronger and stronger. In this battle between you and Shen Jun, even without me, foreigners I will also intervene, and no matter it is this battle or the next one, there must be foreigners behind your enemy."

"Two!" Resisting the urge to shoot the person in front of him, He Tingge said in a low voice, "Your brother died by your hands."

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