The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Young Marshal's Mansion.

Jin Zhiming came back with someone to reply: "Ma'am, a humble job does not disgrace the mission!"

"Mingjing, thank you for your hard work." Yu Fengzhi nodded with a smile.

"It's not hard work, I'll resign from the humble position!" Jin Zhiming stepped back excitedly, looking at his appearance, it was obvious that Yu Fengzhi had a very high prestige in the family.

In fact, it was quite normal. Yu Fengzhi was only 19 years old when she married Zhang Xueliang. Soon after marriage, she became the chief housekeeper of the Zhang family, holding the financial power of the family. Including Zhang Zuolin's aunts and wives, Yu Fengzhi had to ask Yu Fengzhi to withdraw their monthly bills.

When Zhang Xueliang was in the military academy, Yu Fengzhi specially saved a lot of money and good wine in the restaurant. Zhang Xueliang invited his military school classmates to dinner, and he just went there empty-handed. Those new army generals have all received benefits from this lady.

This is also the reason why the young marshal has more than ten women in his life, but he never dared to bring them home. Yu Fengzhi is too powerful!

Yu Fengzhi nodded and smiled at Zhou Hexuan and Li Shoumin, then looked at Meng Xiaodong carefully, and praised: "She really is a symbolic beauty, no wonder Mr. Zhou is worried about it."

Meng Xiaodong blushed and said, "Thank you Madam for saving me!"

"Don't thank me," Yu Fengzhi said with a smile, "If you want to thank, thank Hexuan. He knows that you were taken away by Chu Yufeng, but he is very anxious."

Meng Xiaodong's pretty face turned even redder, she glanced shyly at Zhou Hexuan, bowed her head and said nothing.

Zhou Hexuan realized that the misunderstanding was serious, and it was difficult to explain it clearly. He said, "Madam, I won't bother you later, and I will leave first."

"Don't worry, what's the rush," Yu Fengzhi said, "I've asked the servant to prepare the meal, let's eat it at home tonight."

"That's so embarrassing." Zhou Hexuan declined.

"Anyway, Hanqing isn't here, so the house is quite deserted, so it's more lively with a few more people." After Yu Fengzhi finished speaking, he sent someone to the theater to report the safety, so that the people there would not be in a hurry.

Zhou Hexuan couldn't refuse anymore, so he could only sit down with Li Shoumin and Meng Xiaodong, chatting and waiting for dinner.

Yu Fengzhi treated people in an even and stable manner, while talking to Zhou Hexuan, he also took care of Li Shoumin and Meng Xiaodong, for fear of neglecting them.

While chatting, the topic turned to Beijing opera, and it turned out that Yu Fengzhi was also a fan of opera.

Now it was Zhou Hexuan's turn to cut in. When the three of them talked, he could only listen and echo.

Li Shoumin chatted and began to explain his opera theory: "Most people only know that martial arts requires literary singing, but they don't know that literary opera requires martial arts."

"What do you mean by that?" Yu Fengzhi asked with interest.

Li Shoumin explained: "Singing opera should pay attention to the combination of movement and stillness, hot and cold, firmness and softness, rapidity and slowness. In martial arts, we can avoid going too far; in literary and martial arts, we can prevent it from being too warm. A good show is not lukewarm or hot, emotional and reasonable. "

Meng Xiaodong was thoughtful, and combined with his many years of experience in performing on stage, he said sincerely, "Brother Shoumin has a good opinion."

Li Shoumin said again: "Xiaodong, you are an old man who is good at literary and opera. In addition, you are also a woman, so you sing more warmly and a little less angry. If you can arrange more operas for 'Wu' to sing, then Better."

"Indeed." Meng Xiaodong nodded.

Yu Fengzhi asked in surprise: "Where does Mr. Li work? He has such insights into opera."

Li Shoumin smiled and said, "I am an editor at Ta Kung Pao."

"I thought Mr. Li was also from the Liyuan, so I'm disrespectful!" Yu Fengzhi laughed in surprise.

During the meal, Yu Fengzhi saw that Zhou Hexuan didn't talk much, so he took the initiative to warm up the scene and said: "Hexuan's "I Have a Dream" shows the heart of a child, I offer you a toast!"

"It's just a feeling." Zhou Hexuan raised his glass and said.

Yu Fengzhi said: "It's the most sincere to express your feelings."

A dinner party, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

When they left, Yu Fengzhi took Meng Xiaodong's hand and said, "Xiaodong, if there are still people in trouble in the future, you can report my name. I don't know about other places, but in the three eastern provinces and Zhili area, I and Han Qing is still a bit thin-faced."

Meng Xiaodong said gratefully, "Thank you Madam for taking care of me."

Yu Fengzhi wanted to send a driver to drive them home, but Zhou Hexuan repeatedly refused, so he gave up.

After leaving the Marshal's Mansion, Li Shoumin said with emotion: "This Mrs. Zhang has done everything, it really makes people feel like a spring breeze, I admire it!"

"Yes, the young marshal married a virtuous wife." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Li Shoumin waved for a rickshaw, "I'll go back first, He Xuan will take Xiaodong home." The guy blinked after he finished speaking, with a narrow smile on his face.

It wasn't until Li Shoumin disappeared that Meng Xiaodong finally said: "Well, I can go back by myself."

"It's okay, I'll see you off." Zhou Hexuan still had a bit of gentlemanly demeanor, and he couldn't let the girl walk alone at night.

After waiting for a long time, they finally bumped into another rickshaw, and the two sat down next to each other, Meng Xiaodong was obviously a little nervous. She wanted to get closer, but felt unreserved, and wanted to stay far away, but she was not very happy.

In the end, there was a gap between the two of them. As the rickshaw bumped and their bodies touched occasionally, Meng Xiaodong's heart felt sweet, and he peeked at the people around him from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

Zhou Hexuan didn't mention what happened in the afternoon, but just found some irrelevant words to say.

Sending Meng Xiaodong to the inn where Qingyunshe stayed, Zhou Hexuan did not get out of the car, but clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye, Miss Meng!"

"Goodbye." Meng Xiaodong was quite disappointed, and his face was a little ugly.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said to the coachman, "Go back to the concession."

Watching the rickshaw drift away, Meng Xiaodong stomped his feet angrily: "Idiot, what an idiot!"

Is Zhou Hexuan an idiot?

of course not.

Before time travel, because of the successive deaths of his parents and girlfriends, he gave up on himself and went to travel around the world. Later, he gradually fell in love with traveling. As time passed, his longing for his girlfriend gradually faded away, and he began to enjoy life instead.

Japanese girls, American girls, French Italian girls, Russian Ukrainian girls, and even black pearls from East Africa, he is definitely an old driver.

But it was different in the Republic of China, the traditional concept of marriage was still the mainstream, Zhou Hexuan really didn't dare to mess with women, he had to be responsible!

The reason why Zhou Hexuan flirted with Empress Wanrong was also to save her from suffering. Historically, Wanrong's fate was too tragic, and she could only be relieved by divorcing Puyi as soon as possible.

...

Chu Mansion, a courtyard house.

Chu Yufeng's forehead was covered with bandages, and at first glance he looked like an Indian assan. There were two balls of bloody cotton stuffed in his nostrils, his eyes were swollen until there was only a thin slit left, and a maid beside him was rolling his face with hot eggs.

Du Xiaoshan rushed over when he got the news, he wanted to laugh when he saw that appearance, and asked with a forced expression of indignation: "Second Lord, who did it, I want to kill him!"

"Ah," Chu Yufeng cried out in pain, and suddenly pushed the maid away, cursing, "Damn it, it hurts me to death, will you serve others! Someone here, sell this bitch to a brothel. "

The maid knelt down in horror: "My lord, please forgive me!"

Du Xiaoshan persuaded: "Second Master, forget it, why bother with the servants."

"Hmph," Chu Yufeng kicked the maid away, "Get the hell out of here, and I'll fine you not to eat for three days!"

"Thank you, master, for your great kindness!" The maid kowtowed and scrambled away, fearing that if she moved too slowly, she would be sold to a kiln.

Du Xiaoshan asked in a low voice: "Second Master, which bastard is it that has eaten the guts of a bear? Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head."

Chu Yufeng gritted his teeth and said, "Zhou Hexuan!"

Du Xiaoshan was stunned: "Is he so bold?"

"His grandma is an idiot, she got involved in Zhang Xueliang's relationship like hell, and doesn't take our Chu family seriously." Chu Yufeng said angrily.

When Du Xiaoshan heard that Zhang Xueliang was involved, he immediately persuaded him: "Second Master, forget it, you must give the young commander some face."

"Fart, if I don't kill him, I don't deserve the surname Chu!" Chu Yufeng said in a low voice, "Your subordinates are smart, send a few people to follow the surname Zhou, and report to me at any time."

Du Xiaoshan swallowed, and asked: "Second Master wants to..."

"Kill him!" Chu Yufeng's eyes showed a fierce look.