Northeast, Marshal's Mansion.

Feng Yong rarely found time to accompany Zhao Ya for a walk. Up to now, Zhao Ya has been in her body for five months, and her lower abdomen has been slightly raised. Zhao Ya held Feng Yong's arm with her right hand, and stroked her lower abdomen with her left hand, with a maternal glow on her face. It's extremely fascinating to look at.

"Husband, you've lost a lot of weight lately! Isn't it too hard? Zhao Ya said with some distress. Since she was diagnosed with pregnancy, under the mandatory order of Mrs. Feng, she has handed over all the work at hand and raised the baby with peace of mind. In this day and age, it is a top priority for a woman to have children. With the medical conditions of this era, but not as advanced as later generations, women can choose to have a caesarean section when giving birth. Although now there are cases of surgical production abroad. However, Feng Yongke is extremely distrustful of the medical technology of this era. He didn't dare to let his woman take that risk, and Feng Yong, who cultivated ancient martial arts, also understood that the human body was very mysterious, and Western surgery would seriously damage the meridians of the human body and damage the foundation of human health. Therefore, many people recover after surgery, but they always feel that neither physical nor mental strength is as good as before surgery.

Of course, natural childbirth is also a hurdle for women. After all, without caesarean section as a last resort, a woman's life is not guaranteed. Feng Yong has seen too many difficult cases on TV. In addition, Zhao Ya is pregnant with Feng Yong's first child, which is of extraordinary significance to Feng Yong's family behind him and the forces in the Northeast. Therefore, Feng Yong can't ignore it.

"During this time, my father, eldest brother, and third brother were all sent out by me. The major events in the entire Northeast are pressing on me, and tiredness is certain. It would be nice to wait for them to come back after a while! Feng Yong smiled and reached out to hug Zhao Ya in his arms. Zhao Ya's height is definitely not short, at least more than 1.7 meters, and her figure is perfect. Because of Zhao Ya's small Gu Wu cultivation, even if she was pregnant, her figure did not get out of shape. More than five months has only made her lower abdomen slightly bulging, and the two already majestic peaks on her chest are even more upright!

It's just that for more than a year, Feng Yong's height has moved too fast. Feng Yong, who is less than eighteen years old, is at least about 1.85 meters tall, and he looks very oppressive. According to the current momentum, Feng Yong can even grow to more than 1.9 meters. After all, his son Feng Delin himself is a strong man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters. Although his current Mrs. Feng is less than 1.7 meters, she is not short among women. Therefore, Feng Yong is still very confident in his height potential. And even if he is at his current height, Feng Yong himself is already quite satisfied, after all, this height has surpassed him in his previous life.

"Husband, work is important, you also have to pay attention to your body! Or I'll arrange a maid's costume for you to live your life! There is only Feng'er by your side, and a girl is always not taken care of. And you let the little girl go to school. Zhao Ya now said in the style of a big lady.

Feng Yong kissed his forehead and said, "Don't bother. That's good. My current office is from home. You can rest when you come out. Your biggest task right now is to raise a baby! The rest is still left to Ying'er and Huiji. ”

"Hmm!" Zhao Ya nestled in Feng Yong's arms with a happy face, enjoying this rare warmth.

"By the way, husband, what are you going to do with the Kitazawa sisters?" Zhao Ya asked casually.

"What else can I do! Aren't they students! Let them all go to school! As for the rest, I'll talk about that later. Feng Yong said with a smile. Feng Yong didn't have the heart to eat those two sisters now. Although sister flowers are always able to evoke infinite reverie. But that was when the world was peaceful, and now the domestic chaos has become a pot of porridge, and Feng Yong doesn't have the heart to deal with these children's feelings at all.

Zhao Ya thought for a while, nodded and said: "It's better to go to school than to stay at home like this and do nothing, but their surnames are too special, let's let them go to school under a pseudonym!" Husband, I can see that these two sisters are not bad-hearted, if your husband likes it, you can accept them! "Zhao Ya also wants to open it now. Among Feng Yong's women, she is the only one who can give birth to children for Feng Yong with her outstanding ancient martial arts, which makes her eldest lady's status as stable as Mount Tai.

"Ahem!" Feng Yong smiled a little embarrassedly. Although he didn't quite understand the woman's thoughts, he could also feel the sour taste in Zhao Ya's words. Sighing in my heart, women are duplicitous animals. Since experiencing Zhao Ya's pregnancy, Feng Yong has also figured out the crux of his inability to get a woman pregnant. He was now hesitating whether to tell Zhao Ya the news of the rapid progress of his qigong, after all, his terrifying cultivation speed could be said to have far exceeded the so-called ancient martial arts genius who had not been encountered in a hundred years. And the most important point is that such a terrifying entry of qigong can allow you to reach a small success quickly, and then your body will not be affected by qigong, and your own women will also become pregnant. Therefore, this matter cannot be concealed at all.

"Ya'er, I want to ......"

"Report the young marshal! Xinjiang emergency electricity! Feng Yong's attendant said outside the courtyard.

Feng Yong shook his head with a wry smile and swallowed back what he was about to say.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Ya said very intellectually: "Husband, you go!" Ya'er can take care of herself. ”

Feng Yong nodded apologetically, and then hurried away. Xinjiang emergency power? Could it be that Zhang Xiaoshan is in some trouble?

In the war room, Xu Lang had a touch of joy on his face. Seeing Feng Yong coming in, he hurriedly greeted him and said, "Young Marshal, it's news from Vice Minister Liu of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Yang Zengxin is in a hurry! "Yang Zengxin is in a hurry? It seems that Xiaoshan really hit him in the sore spot this time. It seems that the battle of Xinjiang has eyebrows! Feng Yong said happily.

"But ......," Xu Lang was a little speechless and stopped.

Feng Yong frowned, and said with some displeasure on his face: "What's the matter?" Just say what you want, don't babble. "Although the Northeast does not have complete freedom of speech, there is no disaster for speech, Feng Yong is not the emperor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he needs to take the literary prison to establish his reign of terror. Feng Yong has always believed that his ruling is relatively moderate, and his strength is only external, and rarely internal. And Feng Yong also advocated that the people around him could speak freely.

"Young Marshal, Commander Zhang slaughtered three county towns in Xinjiang!" Xu Lang whispered. Then he carefully looked at Feng Yong's face.

Sure enough, when he heard about the slaughter of the city, Feng Yong's face sank. But after half a ring, Feng Yong's face gradually returned to normal.

"Doesn't Zhang Xiaoshan have a telegram about this matter?"

"Nope!"

"I've given Xiaoshan full authority, no matter what decision he makes, everything will be done after the war is over." Feng Yong was indeed surprised by Zhang Xiaoshan's massacre, Feng Yong from later generations, although he did not say that the idea of democracy and the legal system was deeply rooted in his soul, he still subconsciously rejected this kind of bloody and barbaric behavior. The massacre of prisoners rarely occurred in the previous wars in the Northeast, after all, under the influence of Feng Yong's value theory, Fulun was a free labor force. However, according to the information from the delegation to Xinjiang, although Zhang Xiaoshan's behavior was a little bloody, the effect was indeed very obvious. In just one day, in the three county seats, Yang Zengxin couldn't sit still.

"Tell me about the information that Liu Huachun sent back." Feng Yong didn't want to dwell on this issue, because they didn't know the specific situation. So Feng Yong chose to believe Zhang Xiaoshan and bypassed this topic for the time being.

"Yes! Vice Minister Liu judged that Yang Zengxin was already afraid of the attack in the Northeast, and if the young marshal authorized him, he was ninety percent sure that he could persuade Yang Zengxin to change his banner! Xu Lang said.

"Ninety percent?" Feng Yong pondered for a moment and said, "It's worth a try!" But that was after we laid Hami. ”

"Minister Liu also asked us if our conditions for Fengjun can be applied to Yang Zengxin in Xinjiang?"

Feng Yong shook his head very decisively and said: "The composition of Xinjiang's army is too complicated, and the strength of the army is only 20,000 people, and the combat effectiveness is also rifles, so there is no need for that reorganization." It is even more impossible to become a new military region. However, this young marshal admired Yang Zengxin's ability to govern. If he can change his position on his own initiative, I can appoint him as the governor of a province, but of course, Xinjiang Province is absolutely impossible. "Different people are treated differently. Xinjiang's army and Zhang Zuolin's Feng army can't be compared at all, who is Zhang Zuolin! A generation of heroes, a strongman who can control the government of the Republic of China, in this regard, although Yang Zengxin is not bad, but he can't compare with Zhang Zuolin at all. What's more, the Feng army has 80,000 troops, and its own combat effectiveness is also very good, plus the Feng army itself has surpassed a military region in the northeast. Zhang Zuolin is also his Feng Yong's father-in-law, and Feng Yong should take care of his young son. Therefore, in any case, it is impossible for Yang Zengxin to have the same treatment as Zhang Zuolin.

"Yes! Young marshal, his subordinates will send a telegram to Commander Zhang. ”

Regarding Xinjiang, Feng Yong's attitude is also very clear. He didn't have time to ink with Yang Zengxin. Yang Zengxin is a talented person, at least he is a good hand in internal affairs and handling ethnic relations. But it's not irreplaceable. Now it seems that 1917 is getting closer and closer. Feng Yong's heart was also becoming more and more anxious. Although his butterfly effect has caused monstrous changes in China, Feng Yong has no idea whether it will affect the course of the Western world war. But no matter what, he has added variables to this world, and whether the world war can be fought for so long, Feng Yong has no bottom in his heart, so he now wants to use this precious golden time as much as possible to truly annex the two problematic provinces of Xinjiang and Tibet.

"The Ganning region has stabilized, and it seems that it is time to recall Brother Chuanxin back. The situation in China is too complicated now. Moreover, once the security forces occupy Xinjiang and Tibet, the garrisons in the two places will be too far away from the northeast, and the transportation of military supplies will be a big problem. Feng Yong thought with a frown. Now the stalls in the Northeast are getting bigger and bigger, and the requirements for him are getting higher and higher.

(To be continued)