Song Yuzhang

The basement in Vienna was a bit cold, Shen Chengduo probably prepared in a hurry, there was nothing in it, Song Yuzhang himself had nothing, fearing that Xiaofengxian would freeze, he hugged Xiaofengxian in his arms.

Xiao Fengxian has experienced a lot, after being locked in the cell, she only trembled for a while, and she was no longer afraid. He curled up in Song Yuzhang's arms, still very at ease.

Song Yuzhang did save him from Fu Mian, and he believed that Song Yuzhang would also save him from his current situation.

Song Yuzhang stroked Xiao Fengxian's hair, waiting for Shen Chengduo calmly.

Fu Mian should have noticed that he was missing by now.

People who come together because of interests should not understand each other too deeply.

If Shen Chengduo really understood Fu Mian, he would not dare to snatch him from Fu Mian.

Song Yuzhang lowered his eyes, he didn't know if Fu Mian would realize belatedly that he had tricked him again.

People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, he is such a person, I believe Fu Mian will not be too disappointed.

The lights were always on in the basement, making it difficult to tell the difference between day and night. After Xiao Fengxian fell asleep, Song Yuzhang waited for the sound of footsteps. As soon as Shen Chengduo appeared, Song Yuzhang looked over and pressed his fingers on his lips. Made a hissing gesture.

Shen Chengduo stood not far away, really not moving.

Song Yuzhang picked up Xiaofengxian, turned around and hugged the sleeping Xiaofengxian to the corner, gently put down his arms, Song Yuzhang turned around and walked back to the fence of the cell.

Shen Chengduo walked over lightly and lowered his voice, "President Song, I'm so sorry, this place is a bit rough."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Brother Shen, when did we become so polite?"

Shen Chengduo also smiled, with a bitter smile, "Brother Song, I can't help it either. You should know who Zhang Changshan is."

Song Yuzhang said indifferently: "I know who he is, but I really don't see who you are."

Shen Chengduo fell silent in embarrassment.

"Bring in two quilts, as well as water and rice," Song Yuzhang said, "and two more packs of cigarettes and wine."

Shen Chengduo nodded one by one, Song Yuzhang turned around to leave, Shen Chengduo hurriedly said: "Fu Mian disappeared."

Song Yuzhang turned around.

"He set fire to it and burned the whole house down."

Shen Chengduo looked solemn, "Brother Song, you are living at Fu Mian's place, are you having a hard time?" He said with firm eyes: "At that time, Zhang Changshan forced me. He was going to kill you, so I persuaded him to spare you. Fu Mian said that he has some old feelings with you and is willing to take care of you, so I..." Shen Chengduo showed annoyance, "Now that Fu Mian brought you back to Haizhou, he just wanted to exchange your life with Zhang Changshan , I’ve already hurt you once, and this time I’m really sorry in my conscience, maybe you don’t believe me, but I really took a huge risk to save you.”

Song Yuzhang said calmly: "Rescue me, then why keep me locked here and not let me out?"

Sensing that Song Yuzhang seemed to let go, Shen Chengduo quickly explained: "You are the safest here. Once you go out, everyone will kill you."

"Then I should thank brother Shen?"

Shen Chengduo showed shame, "I didn't mean that, but I really tried my best. Brother Song, think about it, I really haven't hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me?"

Song Yuzhang grabbed the railing in front of him with both hands, startling Shen Chengduo.

"Is my life at Fu Mian's place good or not? Don't you know?"

Shen Chengduo's heart skipped a beat, he rolled his Adam's apple, and forced his eyes away from Song Yuzhang's beautiful face with guilt, "So now Fu Mian has disappeared suddenly, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to keep you .”

Song Yuzhang was silent for a long time. He lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "He sent a group of people to Yecheng to transport the goods."

Shen Chengduo was overjoyed, and couldn't help but scan Song Yuzhang from the corner of the eye, thinking that Song Yuzhang seemed really scared by Fu Mian.

"Okay, I'll find a way to stop him."

A cold light flashed in Shen Chengduo's eyes, and he said softly, "I'll send someone to send you out when the wind is calm. Brother Song, you can't stay in Haizhou anymore. I'll send you back to England. what do you think?"

Song Yuzhang sneered, "When I go back to the UK, the banks, arsenals, and railways will follow me back to the UK?"

Shen Chengduo sighed helplessly, "Why don't you understand, whether it's you or me, we actually have nothing, it's all a matter of raising one's hand at a word." He changed the subject and said, "You want I’ll bring you the stuff later, I have to be careful, it’s not necessarily safe here, there are too many staring eyes, Haizhou is going to be chaotic, Brother Song, you are really the safest here now.”

Shen Chengduo himself felt that these words were too high-sounding, so he left quickly after speaking.

Song Yuzhang had his hands behind his back, and he was standing in the cell, but his thoughts drifted outside the cell. His sight and thoughts seemed to be shrouded under Haizhou, condescendingly looking down on the changing landscape.

Shen Chengduo still didn't understand Fu Mian too well.

Even he spent a lot of time and thought about Fu Mian after the reunion.

On the day of Guan Tu's accident, there was a master with excellent marksmanship hidden in the forest, and he shot and killed all his men guarding outside from such a long distance. He had been wondering where Fu Mian found such a master. Maybe we can find a way to instigate this person.

Song Yuzhang watched Fu Mian quietly for a long time, and finally realized that he could not do that.

Because that master is Fu Mian.

Shen Chengduo thought that if there was no one around Fu Mian, he would definitely go to rescue soldiers, but he didn't know that Fu Mian had already distrusted anyone, and the only person he believed in and relied on was himself.

Fu Mian, Shen Chengduo, Zhang Changshan, who will be the winner in the melee of the three?

He worked hard to bring the battlefield back to Haizhou.

Ting Jing, are you watching too?

The whole night, Meng Tingjing didn't close his eyes.

He is a person who has a great memory. Even if that memory hurts his heart, he still hasn't forgotten it. If he wants to recall it, he can recall it easily.

Pulling the memory of that night back into his mind, he thought about it frame by frame like masochistic.

At that time, his body and mind were tense and exhausted to the extreme point, one ship after another stopped, with hope again and again, it seemed that every ship carried the shadow of Song Yuzhang, but there was no such thing on every ship. Find Song Yuzhang.

He braced himself to step onto the boat.

The owner of the boat has a slightly dark complexion, which fits the appearance of running around on the boat to make a living, and his attitude is not unusual.

He looked at each room, always holding his heart.

He then entered a warehouse filled with haystacks.

The memory is a coherent fragment like a movie. Because of his excellent memory, Meng Tingjing can even recall that he smelled some weird smells in that warehouse.

At that time, his mind was actually a little dizzy and confused, and he couldn't distinguish and judge accurately at all.

Meng Tingjing closed her eyes and tried her best to recall the smell in that warehouse.

The grass clippings that have been left for a while, the oil lamp spilled on the ground poured a little burnt lamp oil, damp wood, a faint smell of blood... What is hidden in these messy smells?

Meng Tingjing suddenly opened his eyes.

Inside the room, under the illumination of the crystal chandelier, the silk and satin on the imperial concubine's couch were flashing dazzling light.

Her fingers twitched violently, Meng Tingjing slowly stood up and walked to the couch, gently stroked her palm.

Stitching the two memories together, the taste of something that seems to be nothing is about to come out.

It was the smell of bodily fluids.

With a "boom" in his head, Meng Tingjing tremblingly supported his palms on the imperial concubine's couch so as not to let himself fall to the ground.

At that time, he also vaguely smelled a similar smell in the main cabin. He thought that he was too nervous and had hallucinations. After repeated hopes failed, he doubted his ability to judge, and even began to blame himself in his heart. Is it because I chose the wrong direction? Is it because I have been doing useless work for the past few days? In fact, Song Yuzhang was taken away from another direction long ago?

It turned out that his judgment was correct.

It is even possible that Song Yuzhang was on that boat, in that cabin, or in that warehouse a few minutes before he boarded the boat.

In that hot and humid warehouse, he was tortured by Fu Mian.

Meng Tingjing's heart was in pain, and his ten fingers sneaked into the palm of his hand, and he didn't even know that the blood was stinging from the palm.

Jade chapter.

Meng Tingjing let out a long breath as if she couldn't breathe.

The memory has a focal point, and the few contacts between Fu Mian and him are reproduced in front of Meng Tingjing's eyes one by one.

"...Bring my wife back to visit relatives by the way."

The smile is modest and polite, the corners of the eyes and brows are full of happiness, and the smile towards him seems to be meaningful.

His chest was heaving violently, Meng Tingjing's eyes were about to burst, and he pressed his fist against the imperial concubine's couch, forcefully forcing himself to calm down within a few breaths.

At that time, he made a mistake because he was too anxious.

This time, he must not repeat the same mistakes.

Meng Tingjing turned around and slowly sat down on the imperial concubine's couch, her five internal organs and six lungs were still aching like fire.

The fire in Fu's house was strange, he had to think about it, and he had to investigate it, but he couldn't startle the snake, and he couldn't make a show of it. The telegram to Gao Li was almost a fake military report, which had already exhausted Li Zifeng's colleagues. His favor is to make Zhang Changshan mess up. This is the last chance, so he can't mess up. He must be more calm, absolutely, calm as if he has nothing to do with him.

Meng Ting sat quietly all night, the dawn sun meanderingly shone under his feet, he raised his voice to call for a servant.

"Go and invite Shen Chengduo to come to our house as a guest." Meng Ting said hoarsely.

The servant responded and ran out immediately.

Meng Tingjing sat on the imperial concubine's couch for a while, stood up and went back to the bathroom to take a cold shower, shaved off the beard that had grown overnight, combed her hair meticulously, put on a silver-gray satin robe, and walked out radiantly. out of the house.

There were two rocking chairs lined up side by side in the yard, and they were shiny in the morning dew. Meng Tingjing walked over and stroked the brand new rocking chair, wiping a piece of cold dew on his palm.

Meng Tingjing turned her face away, and strode into the hall with meteoric strides.

When Shen Chengduo received the invitation, his heart jumped again.

Meng Tingjing took the initiative to invite him to visit her as a guest. This was the first time for a big girl to go to Huaqiao!

The servants of the Meng family waited with their hands down. Shen Chengduo didn't agree, but hesitated. Now Haizhou will change anytime and anywhere, and he has to think about every step before leaving.

At this time, Meng Tingjing suddenly invited him as a guest. Could it be related to Song Yuzhang?

Shen Chengduo politely rejected the Meng family servant's proposal.

After the servants of the Meng family left, he went to the basement again by some mysterious ecstasy.

Song Yuzhang was sitting on the newly delivered quilt and pouring himself a drink. He had one leg half bent, and his posture didn't look like he was in a prison cell. He was still the same as before, very relaxed. When he saw Shen Chengduo, he shook his glass and laughed: "Brother Shen, it's a bit unreasonable to give smoke but not fire?"

Shen Chengduo also laughed. He took the lighter from his pocket and went over, "Brother Song, I made a mistake."

Song Yuzhang took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and walked lazily over. He leaned against the railing, and the snow-white cigarette in his mouth slanted out from the gap in the iron railing.

Shen Chengduo raised the lighter, clicked it with a "snap", and carefully ignited him.

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, and then exhaled a large puff of smoke from his mouth.

Shen Chengduo stared at his puffing side face, and said in a low voice, "Meng Tingjing invited me to be a guest."

As soon as he said that, he felt nervous, why did he come here and ask Song Yuzhang to be his military adviser?Perhaps it was because the two of them had become a habit of cooperating and discussing in the past. He scratched his head and wanted to leave, but he couldn't move, as if he instinctively felt that Song Yuzhang would give him advice, and it was reliable advice.

"What are you afraid of?" Song Yuzhang said slowly, "As long as this place is absolutely safe and confidential, at worst, you can show your cards." Song Yuzhang took off the cigarette in his mouth with his fingers, and puffed on Shen Chengduo with his thin lips slightly raised, "I am here with you Ting Jing dare not do anything to you."

When Song Yuzhang "died", Meng Tingjing looked half dead, and Shen Chengduo suspected that Song Yuzhang and Meng Tingjing were having an affair. Now hearing Song Yuzhang's confession in disguise, he couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple slightly, knowing that what he said was inappropriate nonsense, but still couldn't help but said: "Really? You have such a deep friendship with him?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "What do you think?"

Shen Chengduo turned his eyes slowly, and looked at Song Yuzhang without blinking, "I don't know."

Song Yuzhang took a cigarette again. He shook his head, sat down on the quilt on the ground, placed his two long legs casually, took a sip from the wine glass on the ground, and swung the glass twice with his head down. He raised his face and said to Shen Chengduo: "Tell him, Fu Mian has slept with me for several months, and I guarantee that Fu Mian will not return to Qingxi alive."