Peerless Junior Uncle

His face was full of joy, He Tingge seldom cared about what his wife liked, and his words and deeds were all polite and distant. Today, he took the initiative to care about it, which made Aunt Li happy: "Then I'll get it." After walking a few steps, he turned back and said: " Master, where is that record?"

He Tingge lowered his eyebrows and said, "I'll get it."

The room that Fu Qingcheng lived in was still the same as before, nothing changed, the books on the bookshelf were all original works, and there was no sign of tampering, so He Tingge went straight over and took some records from the bookshelf on the second floor, Suddenly, he thought of that early morning, when he crossed Fu Qingcheng to take the record from the bookshelf. At that time, Fu Qingcheng's eyes flashed nervously, and he only thought that his behavior was too intimate.

But at this time, Fu Qingcheng's behavior that day was skipped in his mind, but a trace of doubts arose. He said that Yu Feng was not standing on the opposite side of him... Also, his surname was Fu, whether he was related to the pack of wolves in the northwest? What's the connection?

"Aunt Li, give me the phonograph first, and I'll take it myself later." He Tingge turned to Aunt Li and said.

Aunt Li was taken aback, and then repeatedly agreed: "Hey, yes, madam is not in a hurry to use it." He Tingge sent it over in person, madam should be very happy, right?

He Tingge closed the door and listened carefully. He remembered the day when Fu Qingcheng flicked his fingers on the table. Is there anything he didn't understand about that rhythm?

There is a lot of information that requires password transmission in this besieged era. This thought flashed through He Tingge's mind, so he turned off the record player and planned to ask Mu Lan to take a look.

He just took two steps, and then raised his eyebrows. Didn't Mu Lan buy all these records?Thinking of this level, He Tingge stopped. If there is a problem with the record in the gramophone, did Mu Lan do it on purpose or was someone using it?

"Young commander." At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door and Mu Lan's usual cold voice.

He Tingge looked at the red-painted wooden door, a few traces of chill and doubt flashed in his eyes, but he still said in a deep voice, "Come in."

When Mu Lan opened the door, she saw He Tingge standing beside the record player playing with the records. She frowned slightly and said, "Young Marshal, Fusang people appeared in Jincheng recently."

Watanabe

He Tingge looked at the red-painted wooden door, a few traces of chill and doubt flashed in his eyes, but he still said in a deep voice, "Come in."

When Mu Lan opened the door, she saw He Tingge standing beside the record player playing with the records. She frowned slightly and said, "Young Marshal, Fusang people appeared in Jincheng recently."

He Tingge frowned slightly when he heard this: "Fusang people?"

"Yes." Mu Lan said: "Just these few days, there are a group of Fusang people walking around in the concession, and they seem to have connections with foreigners."

Fusang is Japanese pirates, and when they come to the Northeast at this time, they are naturally not just visiting the mountains and rivers.

"Find a way to find out their purpose." He Tingge ordered.Mu Lan nodded: "I've sent someone there." He Tingge turned his head to look at Mu Lan. He still had that cold and handsome face, with icy eyes, as if he hadn't changed for a thousand years, standing opposite him neither humble nor overbearing.

Mu Lan was a little surprised by He Tingge's sudden scrutiny, but she didn't have any doubts until He Tingge withdrew her gaze and said, "Did we go to the place Cai Yong mentioned last time? You drive."

"Yes." Mu Lan nodded, and seeing that He Tingge had no other orders, she turned and went out, her military boots stepping on the wooden floor, making the sound of holes.

He Tingge looked at the record and the phonograph, his eyes sank slightly.

When the car stopped at the door of Jiuwei Pavilion, He Tingge happened to see Cai Yong who seemed to have just arrived at the door.Cai Yong also saw He Tingge, standing at the door waiting for him to get off the car. He was still dressed in black. It was still early in the day, so his resolute and handsome face was much clearer than that night, but he may have been ill all year round, and his cheeks were a little thin.

"Young Marshal is really punctual." Cai Yong said with a gentle smile on his face.

He Tingge replied: "General Cai treats guests, it's always bad to be late."

Cai Yong didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand: "Young commander please."

"Please." He Tingge nodded and walked into the gate of Jiuwei Pavilion together with Cai Yong. Many diners who were eating on the first floor turned their eyes one after another. Naturally, many people knew He Tingge, but they didn't care about the imposing manner of the person next to He Tingge. Those inferior to He Tingge were a little curious, but curiosity was nothing but curiosity, and no one dared to ask.

It is estimated that it is time for dinner at this time, even on the second floor, there are many guests, much more lively than the last time I came with Fu Qingcheng.

"This is a restaurant opened by a friend. Cai thinks the food is pretty good. After all, I'm not very familiar with Northeast China. Forgive me, Young Marshal." Cai Yong said as he walked.

"It's very good here." He Tingge looked at the candlelight in the corridor on the second floor and said calmly.Cai Yong led He Tingge to a private room, the waiter brought up two bottles of wine and said: "Sir, wait a moment, the food will be ready soon."

Cai Yong just nodded, looked at He Tingge and said: "It seems that the young commander has been here before, and I ordered the dishes before. They are all Northeast specialties, and the young commander should be used to them."

"En." He Tingge gave a compliment, and watched Cai Yong stand up and pour the sake, a familiar fragrance wafted in the air.

"This is the special wine of this store. I think it tastes better than red wine. You should try it." Cai Yong said.

He Tingge frowned, and subconsciously guessed who the friend Cai Yong was talking about. The wine was Lihuashi, so the owner must be Fu Qingcheng.Unexpectedly, Fu Qingcheng and Cai Yong are also old acquaintances, and it seems that they have a long friendship.

Thinking of this, He Tingge felt a little irritated. He and Fu Qingcheng are not even friends, right?

"I've drank it, it's good." He Tingge said lightly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, the faint scent of pear blossom lingered between his mouth and mouth.

Cai Yong secretly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the sudden hostility, but he didn't say anything. At this time, the waiter brought the dishes one by one, and said: "Use it slowly."

Looking at a table of dishes, they were all the same as the ones he ate with Fu Qingcheng last time, He Tingge frowned subconsciously, for some reason, he remembered every detail of his relationship with Fu Qingcheng clearly, even after eating for a while. He remembered the style of the meal.

Cai Yong is not the kind of person who is very talkative, but every sentence is clear and clear. Talking to him, He Tingge feels both relaxed and nervous. The relaxed thing is that there are some things that need not be said, and the other party knows the meaning. The nervous one is this He is too calm, talking to him is like playing a game, step by step.

The two seldom mentioned the cooperation between the two militaries, but the non-compromise between the words is very obvious.

"The young commander-in-chief knows that the father of the country, Sun Shang, handed over the presidency to Yuan Shijie. Everyone in the world knows Yuan Shijie's ambition. To put it bluntly, he just wants to restore the imperial system." Cai Yong didn't eat much, just a few chopsticks. Full, poor health, can't eat too much: "Even though our three-way warlords each dominate one side, it is obvious that they are all his troops now."

"Then what does General Cai mean?" He Tingge held a red shrimp between his hands, and peeled the shrimp carefully. He didn't peel the shell before, but now that he was full, he remembered the way Fu Qingcheng peeled the skin carefully. Holding it in his hand and slowly peeling the shell, he continued with Cai Yong's words.

"Cai is in poor health, I don't want to take care of it for a long time, but everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, ha ha." He said with a wry smile: "After a while, I will go to Fusang to see a doctor first. Laugh at our capital."

He Tingge paused his hands: "Will the surname Yuan let you go?"

"I'm just seeing a doctor. Besides, Marshal Jin is not afraid of him." Cai Yong smiled lightly and coughed lightly: "Young Marshal still has scruples about him?"

The corner of He Tingge's lips slanted: "It can't be said, but after all, there must be someone who takes the lead."

The two looked at each other and smiled, each understood what the other meant, He Tingge put the peeled shrimp in his mouth, without the hard shell, it really tasted delicious.

Right here, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor. Since the layout of the Jiuwei Pavilion is antique and the sound insulation is not very good, the two of them are not afraid of being overheard when they talk, but the noise outside at this time makes the two of them feel uncomfortable. They frowned unanimously.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The waiter lowered his body as much as possible to appease the noisy guests, but the bald diner in a wide-sleeved gown spoke Chinese indistinctly: "You, what is it?" work!"

The waiter naturally understood that he was scolding himself for his lack of qualifications, so he could only say: "Sir, don't worry, our boss will be here soon." Looking at the Fusang man who was half shorter than him, he felt angry but didn't dare to express it.

The Fusang man swept the floor contemptuously, muttering something, and a pair of clogs on his feet made a thumping sound as they stepped on the floor.

"What's the matter?" Qinglie's voice came from downstairs with a touch of alienation. He Tingge stood on the edge of the corridor and saw Fu Qingcheng in a light blue gown asking the helpless waiter.

The waiter briefly talked about the incident upstairs, probably because the Fusang people deliberately found fault, talking about the drinks and dishes.

Fu Qingcheng just nodded when he heard the words, and walked up the stairs. He Tingge subconsciously hid in an inconspicuous corner, but Cai Yong saw a smile flashing in Fu Qingcheng's eyes. He stood by the door and said, "Fusang It is probably a miscalculation for people to trouble him."

He Tingge just raised his eyebrows, and saw Fu Qingcheng calmly walked into the private room where the Fusang people lived. The bald man in kimono was standing at the door holding a long sword in his arms. Seeing Fu Qingcheng approaching, his eyes flickered After a hint of greed, an evil smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his lips.

"It turned out to be Mr. Watanabe." He Tingge only heard Fu Qingcheng say this, and a deep male voice came out from inside. The unauthentic Chinese sounded very awkward.

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