Peerless Junior Uncle

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"General?" Mu Lan reminded, only then did He Tingge shake his head and go to wash his face.

When He Tingge appeared in the living room of the He family mansion in a white shirt and black trousers, he pulled himself together, glanced at the graceful and luxurious woman on the European-style sofa, and sat down on the nearest sofa.

"Why are you wearing so little? It's early in the morning." The woman on the sofa spoke with concern, and then said strangely: "This is the daughter of the warlord of the South China Front Army, Miss Jin Yuyao, don't ask her."

He Tingge was still a little confused in his mind, so he casually pushed aside the coat brought by the maid, only to see a girl in a western dress sitting on the other side of the sofa. With an amiable smile, she stood up at this moment and stretched out a jade hand towards He Tingge, saying, "Hello, Mr. He, I'm Jin Yuyao, you can also call me Cathy."

"He Tingge." He Tingge said calmly, and then he didn't make a sound. He didn't even look at Jin Yuyao's hand. To be honest, he still had a headache at this time, and he was even a little irritable.

The woman on the sofa was a little displeased with He Tingge's behavior, and reprimanded softly: "Tingge..."

"Erniang, if it's okay, I'll go back first." He Tingge interrupted her lightly, got up, passed the woman beside him, and walked out the door.

"He just has such a temper, don't worry about it." When he went out, he seemed to be able to hear the gentle voice of the woman in the room. He Tingge took the coat from Mu Lan behind him and put it on his shoulders. He didn't like this place. If the woman hadn't treated him like her own child, he wouldn't have come either.

"Miss Jin came here yesterday. According to the superficial understanding, it seems that she is only here as a guest." Mu Lan reported in a serious manner: "On a deeper level, it is not ruled out that she is here for a blind date."

"Blind date?" He Tingge poured a glass of red wine. Hearing this, he paused and said with a sneer, "Cooperate with Jin Buyi?"

"The injury is not healed, so stop for a while." The cup in his hand was taken away, and Mu Lan poured the red wine and put the cup away and continued: "Jin Buyi did help our army overtly and secretly in this matter, otherwise , this time the battle with Shen Jun may not necessarily be victorious."

"One yard is one yard, let's talk about it later." He Tingge looked at his empty hands, but didn't say anything. Instead, he poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it. After thinking about it, he said, "How about the thing I asked you to investigate last time?" gone?"

"Some of the results are in the study, do you want me to bring them over?" Mu Lan nodded.

"No need, I'll take a look later." He Tingge nodded, turned around and walked to the study. When passing by the door, he saw something in the mirror of the closet. He looked back at the table on the other side of the wall, and there seemed to be something It flashed through my mind.

"What is this?" After all, he didn't catch the trace of the message, and walked a few steps to the half-person-high table, looking at a folding fan on the crystal base above, or a bone fan.

Mu Lan tilted her head, glanced at it, and replied, "General, forgot? It was taken at the Haishatang auction last year, and you didn't say what to do when you came back, so you went to Yunping Pass, probably The servants put it on."

"Last year?" He Tingge's brows furrowed slightly, but he was a bit impressed. He remembered that he didn't go to the auction on purpose, but it happened that Haitang said he was helping his father to take pictures of some purple sand pots, so he was dragged to watch the excitement.

Almost half of the auction site that day was filled with foreign devils. He Tingge couldn't get angry when he saw that things that belonged to Chinese people were being played with by foreign devils. It happened that he was pushed on the third item. As soon as I introduced what it was, there were foreign devils eager to buy it.

"The starting price is ten thousand oceans."

"twelve thousand."

"Fifteen thousand."

"Eighteen thousand."

.......The ones calling for the price were all foreigners who plundered the Chinese people's money, and Haitang was stunned by the exorbitant price one by one: "It's really shameless..."

"One hundred thousand."

Suddenly, a young guy handed in the list, and the host excitedly read out the numbers. There was an uproar in the field, and even Haitang gasped: "Who is it, the German emperor is here?"

He Tingge frowned. After all, he didn't want Chinese things to fall into the hands of foreigners. He looked at the curtain hanging from the attic and didn't know who was behind him. He said lightly, "15."

After thinking about his savings, he felt a bit at a loss, but when he thought that the things fell into the hands of foreign devils, he straightened his expression and glanced indifferently at the surprised faces of everyone.

Haitang kept tugging on his sleeves: "Are you crazy? You need to buy something in the Northeast, is it worth it?"

He Tingge said lightly: "The package will be sent to the governor's mansion, and the money will be collected from the general manager."

When the host saw that it was him, he didn't know what to say. He looked at the guy next to him. The guy went back to the attic and came out and said something beside the host. The host quickly laughed and said, "Okay of."

At that time, I was only thinking about getting angry, but I really didn't care what it was. It turned out to be a fan. After thinking about it, it was indeed a bit of a loss.The mild sunlight just shone on the frame of the fan, and the white jade-like frame glowed with a warm luster. A thin silver chain hung from the handle of the fan, embellished with a silver ornament with a plum blossom pattern.The fan is smaller than ordinary folding fans and looks more delicate.

Reaching out to open the fan, the elegant ink seems to be drawn randomly on the silk paper, but it is very delicate, and the tall and straight handwriting is still clearly visible after so long.

There is a trace of strangeness on the fingers. Looking closely, it seems that there are some words...

Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain to bury famous flowers, painted bones are ruthless and many withered shadows, one blessing for a thousand miles and one clean city......

"Qingcheng..." Unknowingly, the word came out between the lips and teeth, and an inexplicable thought suddenly surged in the chest, which seemed to be sad, but also seemed to be distressed...

"General?" Mu Lan called out to him.

He Tingge stabilized his mind, put down the folding fan, looked at it and said: "Put it away, don't put it here."

"Yes."

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He Tingge stabilized his mind, put down the folding fan, looked at it and said: "Put it away, don't put it here."

"Yes."

In the Northeast of April, the weather is not very warm yet, but the pear blossoms in the backyard of the He family have already bloomed, and it looks snow-white from a distance.

"Master, this is an invitation card." A servant ran over lightly and handed over a red invitation card. The man on the bamboo chair put down the document in his hand and looked at the invitation card in the servant's hand. There is a pale yellow pear petal stuck to it.

"Who sent it?" He took a sip of the tea on the table and asked lightly.

"It was sent by the buddy of Yetiantian." The boy replied.

He Tingge's hand holding the teacup paused for a moment, thinking of how he beat Tang Yuzhen in Yetiantang a few days ago, he lowered his eyebrows and said, "Let's put it down."

Leaning on the rattan chair, looking at the pear blossoms all over the yard, he felt a little more thoughtful between his brows. In the end, he still couldn't understand Tang Yuzhen's betrayal of him, although the relationship between the two was not close enough to wear the same trousers since childhood. Big, but also a playmate who grew up together, Tang Yuzhen is indeed a bit smooth and flattering in his life, but he really can't figure out such a thing as betraying his brother.

When going out, before opening the car door, Mu Lan walked over a few steps: "General, Miss Jin is here."

"I have something to go out, you accompany her around." He Tingge said lightly.

"Mr. He is also so busy when he is not on the battlefield?" The delicate voice recalled from one side, Jin Yuyao was wearing a generous pleated suit, and the elegant orchids were displayed on the bottom of the light blue skirt, which was pleasing to the eye.

"Miss Jin?" He Tingge closed the car door, leaned against the side of the car and asked, sneering in his heart, "Jin Buyi has spent a lot of money, he really thinks highly of me...

Jin Yuyao smiled generously: "It's nothing. It's my first visit to Northeast China. Many places are still unfamiliar, and I don't know if there are any special features here. I wonder if Mr. He has time. Let me introduce it to Yuyao."

Everyone has talked about this, and it seems unreasonable to refuse.

But He Tingge is not a person who plays cards according to common sense, especially this kind of person who approached him with a purpose from the beginning.

"I've been away all year round. I've almost forgotten what's delicious and fun in the Northeast. Why don't you accompany Adjutant Mu?" He Tingge raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Lan. On Mu Lan's calm face, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. , but didn't say anything.

Jin Yuyao was a little angry, and her rosy pretty face was a bit unbearable. Thinking about it, Miss Jin was the dream of many rich children in South China, but she repeatedly hit the wall here, and even learned from the He family's mother that He Tingge didn't like to wear western clothes. The woman, who came purposely in traditional dress, still does.

"Miss Jin, please." Mu Lan said with a serious look.

Jin Yuyao glanced at Mu Lan, then saw that He Tingge had opened the car door to get up, stamped her feet angrily, turned her head and walked away.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, He Tingge looked at Mu Lan's impatient but still tolerant face in the rearview mirror, shook his head and smiled, and drove the car away.

Although it is early in the morning, there are already many pedestrians on the street, and the cars are slowly driving on the road, accompanied by the sound of selling newspapers, walking towards the night paradise.

There are all kinds of people outside the glass window, and He Tingge's brows are full of confusion. These days, I always feel that there are many, many things in my mind, but when I look carefully, I find that they are all blank. What's in the mind?

Looking at the familiar streets, I always feel a feeling of reunion after a long absence. Is it really because I have been away all the year round, and I am a little strange to this place?

Suddenly, the car window flashed