took off his dress and changed into casual clothes at home, Zhang Zhigao came to the living room.

"Daddy, Daddy......"

The three children were noisily pushing and hugging each other, like a litter of newborn puppies.

"Stop arguing with your father, go to dinner."

Luo Sulan smiled and pulled the children away, that smile was natural, too happy.

This is Zhang Zhigao's private residence, the Viscount's Mansion on Xizhao Temple Street.

Although the Prime Minister's Mansion on Guanjie is far more imposing than the Viscount's Palace, Zhang Zhigao does not like it, he thinks there is some kind of insect smell there, and more importantly, he is only the acting Prime Minister now.

"Let's eat."

Russell said, holding her husband's arm. She was wearing a white dress, lightly powdered, and a light pearl necklace hanging from her silky chest, which was already enough to make Zhang Zhigao fall into the honey - in fact, no matter how she dressed, Zhang Zhigao would always take the initiative to open the honey tank intentionally or unintentionally.

Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, and having a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with the whole family is an ordinary and important happiness.

"The whole family?"

Zhang Zhigao had a little doubt in his mind.

yes, the so-called whole family...... His parents in another time and space, as well as Luo Sulan's parents, still don't know whether they are dead or alive.

Under the control of the strict family planning policy in that time and space, Zhang Zhigao and Luo Sulan, who were not ethnic minorities, were naturally only children, and now that they think about it, the parents who lost their only child must have lived in endless pain.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhigao felt guilty, but he didn't regret it.

The important thing is that there is no point in regretting it now.

"If they see their grandchildren or grandchildren so lively and cute, the four old people will be very happy."

Zhang Zhigao thought about it and showed a relieved smile.

Luo Sulan glanced at her husband obliquely: "What's the matter, you are smiling so weirdly, is there some conspiracy?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's time to eat, the children can't wait."

"Hmph, if you don't say anything, there must be a problem."

"Eat - eat, Chinese New Year's Eve meal, very important ......"

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was naturally much more abundant than usual, and the children devoured piles of food excitedly, like a hungry wolf in the wilderness meeting a fallen bison.

"The Liu family is out of the limelight today, although it is only the eldest son who attended, but he was the first to be summoned by the emperor...... Liu Ping looks really handsome in a dress. ”

Luo Sulan touched her red wine-colored cheeks in admiration, and Zhang Zhigao deliberately glanced at her coldly from the corner of his eyes: "Oh, it won't be that kid, be careful of being said to be a shameless middle-aged woman who is crazy harassing an ignorant beautiful young man......"

"Dad, what is a shameless middle-aged woman?"

The six-year-old eldest son, Zhang Luming, wiped the corner of his mouth and asked very seriously.

"A terrifying monster that eats pretty children, with seven heads, fifteen mouths, and twenty snake-like tails, each with a poison-breathing hole, and a body covered with needle-like spikes......"

"Wow, that's scary...... Is Mom that kind of monster? ”

Before Zhang Zhigao could answer, the thigh hidden under the tablecloth had already been twisted by his wife, and the corners of his mouth were twisted in pain, and he almost screamed.

"Haha, how is it possible, I'm talking about another person...... Haha......"

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the children played with the nanny, and the couple came to the living room next door, the birch wood in the fireplace was splitting, and the two held coffee cups, sitting side by side on the shark skin sofa across the coffee table, silent for a long time.

Luo Sulan put down the coffee cup, untied the cassette on her bun, spread her long silky black hair, tilted her head, and leaned on her husband's shoulder a little tiredly.

"After the New Year, Liu Yun will come back soon, when the time comes, will the emperor keep his promise?"

Zhang Zhigao sank his head deep into the back of the sofa, half-squinting, looking vaguely at the ceiling inlaid with Greek reliefs.

"In any case, we have tried our best, from the truth to the reality, from the righteousness to the interests, the successive sent several officers have explained thoroughly, if there is still a little common sense in his brain cells, as long as he still has a little courage to shoot flies to death in his bones, it is a matter of course to cooperate with us. In addition to the emperor, we still need stronger strength, but the time is too short, and we can't recruit so many comrades at once...... The key now is that the emperor will have the legitimacy given by the constitution as long as he makes an edict, and party politics will have a realistic example, of course, at that time it will be time for a showdown, and we will completely break away from Liu Yun's shadow and negotiate on an equal footing with him...... It's time for Liu Yun's era as the old man behind the scenes to end! ”

"I think it's hard for this emperor to believe that his cowardice and powerlessness alone in history make people speechless."

"That's because he doesn't have the strength to rely on, and once he realizes that he has something to rely on, he will have courage."

"He should be able to compare the strength of the two sides, right? If he thinks that Liu Yun's strength is much stronger than ours......"

"If he doesn't want to lose the throne, he should cooperate with us, we will keep his throne, he will contribute to the constitutional system and party politics, that's all. The greater Liu Yun's strength, the more he should feel that the throne is in jeopardy. ”

"It's just wishful thinking on our part......"

Luo Sulan sighed low and tightened Zhang Zhigao's arm.

Zhang Zhigao raised his head, stretched out his other hand, and stroked Luo Sulan's silk-smooth hair, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Sometimes I think that if we don't come here, maybe we can live a stable and peaceful life in that time and space, like tonight Chinese New Year's Eve night, staying with my parents and having a Chinese New Year's Eve meal, watching them hug their grandchildren, showing happy and contented smiles, that kind of scene, it's really ......."

"It's impossible, if we don't come here, I'm afraid we won't be together at all."

Zhang Zhigao's hand hovered between Luo Sulan's hair.

"Really?"

"Perhaps...... Who knows, what a stupid person......"

"Here we can die at any time."

"I'm going to be the walking dead there. I'm afraid you won't. ”

"How do you know the way?"

"I know that there is a rational you in your heart, who will automatically abide by the rules of the world and walk on the road full of all kinds of white lines and countless traffic lights with most people, and I am a woman who is bad to the bone, and will instigate you to knock down the rational you, and then take your locomotive, encourage you to run wild on the road, and take me into the world of speed separated from the line of death...... If it weren't for my presence, you would have lived a stable life there, starting your happy life with your wife, children, parents, and friends......"

"Is hypocritical fulfillment?"

"I don't know what to do...... There should be no hypocrisy...... Anyway, I dragged you into the water, I'm such a selfish woman......"

Zhang Zhigao smiled and held up his wife's small chin: "Really, how does it seem to be the atmosphere of the last words of the last words, the Chinese New Year's Eve, be happy, go see the children." ”

"Well, let's go."

Luo Sulan said, just as she was about to get up, her moist lips were covered and she couldn't speak.

The other corner of the Beijing Division, Deshengmennei Street, is also known as the "Military Street" because it is densely packed with military apartments and private residences of senior officers.

In the small courtyard of one of the back streets, the angry screams of middle-aged men and the innocent cries of women were heard.

“…… It's not a good thing to do! What are you doing alive! Damn, I'm not going to be a year old today, it's a big deal to kick you to death! ”

"My lord, no, I was wrong...... I was wrong, help...... Mother-in-law save me, father-in-law save me......"

The camera penetrates the courtyard wall, through the carved wooden doors and paper windows, and between the messy tables and chairs, a typical domestic violence drama is being performed.

The middle-aged man was wearing a woolen winter general's uniform, his chest was open, revealing a wet white shirt, and the shiny knee-length riding boots on his feet were trampling on the thin woman on the ground, the woman was in her twenties, her hair was disheveled, she was dressed in an old-fashioned dress from the nineties of the last century, and her small feet were wrapped, and she had already shrunk into a ball, crying inhumanly.

"Yun'er, stop it, you really want to kill your daughter-in-law!"

Here, an old woman took the man's hand and shook it, and the man reached out and pushed the old woman away, kicking even harder, and the anger on his face was already more than anger.

"Slut, die! Die! What are you! Lao Tzu trampled you to death...... What is it, what is it? Don't take me seriously? I don't think you dare! Today I'm going to trample you into a pulp! ”

An old man sitting on the Taishi's chair watched this scene coldly, muttered for a long time, and roared like an extinct volcano that had accumulated for 10,000 years suddenly erupting: "Chen Yuqing, that's enough!" If you're really a man, put on a gun, kill the person who degraded you home, and get angry at your own daughter-in-law, what kind of thing! It's just a pig and a dog! ”

The middle-aged man known as Chen Yuqing was momentarily intimidated by the old man's momentum and stopped, and the old woman next to him hurriedly picked up the young woman on the ground and helped her to walk towards the inner room.

Chen Yuqing is also Chen Xingyun, Yuqing is his cousin, Chinese New Year's Eve is nine-year-old at the time, lieutenant general of the army, former commander of the Third Field Army, about three weeks ago was relegated home by Liu Yun, the Duke of Wuwei who went to inspect the front line in Vladivostok, and ordered to reflect on it. Just now, the young woman, who was his new wife two years ago, poured wine for him at the beginning of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, accidentally dripped the wine onto his chest, and he jumped up like a beast, grabbed his wife and slapped him a few times, and then threw it to the ground and kicked it violently, which was stopped by his old father by a cry of rage.

As soon as his anger was vented, Chen Xingyun, who was immediately reduced to a human being, hung his hands and looked at his father blankly, his face full of embarrassment and shame.

"Father, please forgive the child for being unfilial, and the New Year's Eve has become like this......"

"You, it's really useless, you hate it like that for a little thing, what's wrong with Wu Weigong to you? Isn't it just for you to go back to Beijing to reflect? If not, on Chinese New Year's Eve today, can you still do your filial piety in front of us? From this point of view, you should be grateful to Wu Weigong, what's so angry? ”

Chen Xingyun said hatefully: "The surname Liu doesn't give me face, and he actually humiliates me in front of the generals of the two countries, what's wrong with me?" Yes, I didn't listen to Zhao Minhe's words, so when I was fighting Shuangchengzi, I fell into the enemy's golden cicada to break out of the shell and attack the west, but didn't I still defeat Shuangchengzi after the last one? Damn, it's all to blame that Zhao Minhe for making a bad deal with me, running to the front line to mess around, and sending a message to the base camp without authorization, which made me become what I am now......"

"Shut up! All day long, you know how to complain about others, why don't you never see you reflect on yourself? It seems that it makes sense for Wu Weigong to tell you to go back, you will stay at home honestly these days, reflect on yourself, realize what you are wrong with, how to correct it, and then write a letter to Wu Weigong and ask him for forgiveness, understand? ”

"Children obey their father's precepts......"

Chen Xingyun said stupidly, in fact, Dad's words had already gone in and out of the left ear and out of the right ear, and flew away from the clouds.

When he had just returned to the Beijing Division, he got in touch with General Ma Chengwu, who lived on the other side of the military street, and that person in the line of Liu Yun, who was nominally the head of the General Staff Training Division but had actually been deprived of real power, had a similar experience with Chen Xingyun: Ma Chengwu, who was originally the director of the General Staff Armament Division, officially became the commander of the Vladivostok Group Army on October 10 last year, and was recalled to the Beijing Division 20 days later. It's just that when attacking the Shuangchengzi fortress, Ma Chengwu urged the troops to fight hard, resulting in large casualties. What is a more dead person? There are so many Chinese, and if you die 10,000, you can still replenish 100,000, as long as you can complete the task according to the plan, it is understandable that the loss is larger. That's what Chen Xingyun thinks.

The two like-minded people hit it off and reached a preliminary consensus: they were treated unfairly because of Liu Yun's personal paranoid likes and dislikes, they were all harmed by Liu Yun, and they must find ways to take revenge.

As for what to do, this is a matter for the future, so we must accumulate energy and wait for the opportunity.

In the interaction with Ma Chengwu, although Chen Xingyun felt the strange aura emanating from the other party's body from time to time, and felt the terrifying and ferocious acupuncture in the other party's eyes, he didn't think much about it, he just simply felt that the other party just hated Liu Yun more than him.

He longs for the thrill of revenge, he believes that Ma Chengwu wants this pleasure more than he does, and he believes that as long as the two join forces, they can seize that pleasure before the hatred disintegrates with time.

Today's events are just a little, meaningless vent, and Chen Xingyun is eagerly longing, eager to march towards the pleasure that is above everything.

Guilin, Guangxi.

On the south bank of Ronghu Lake, facing the south gate, there is a Western-style garden house surrounded by high walls across a three-hole stone arch bridge.

On the top of the red-lacquered gate decorated with copper nails, the vermilion horizontal plaque on the door beam protrudes with the three large characters "Jingwenyuan".

It was originally the residence of Huang Linhong, a Guangxi member who is currently the speaker of the House of Representatives, but it was recently transferred to the name of Wen Yi, the former prime minister and Duke of Zhide.

After New Year's Day this year, Wen Yi moved here from his villa in Beihai.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, Guilin fell a poor little snow, a shallow layer of accumulation on the eaves, the day became warmer, melted most of it, at night, the remaining snow spots reflected the dim light on the high and low roof, like the ghost of the legend wandering around with a white lamp.

Wen Yi stood on the sundeck on the third floor, wearing a nightgown, a coat with a fox fur scarf on the outside, bareheaded, soaking white steam, quietly looking at this strange street scene, his thoughts transcending the night sky and flying to the invisible depths of the universe.

I remember that in another time and space, the Jingwen Courtyard at the foot was the compound of the Guilin Municipal Government, and at that time, the side of the government compound facing the Banyan Lake was closed, and the gate was facing a street called "Wumei Road". The name of Wumei Road comes from the private residence "Wumeitang" built here by Tang Jingsong, the last governor of Taiwan in the late Qing Dynasty, historical records record that after the signing of the Sino-Japanese "Treaty of Shimonoseki", Taiwan was ceded to Japan, and the Qing government ordered Taiwanese officials to "cross inward", and Tang Jingsong, the governor who had threatened to guard Taiwan, returned to the mainland by boat in June 1895, and then built a private residence "Wumeitang" in Guilin, and turned to engage in the writing and rehearsal of plays, thus laying the foundation of Guiju Opera.

Guiju is a kind of - I can't understand something that I can't understand, Wen Yi's impression of Guiju is basically like this, and he doesn't have much interest in Tang Jingsong's drama career, but he knows that in this time and space, a member of the Chinese People's Party named Tang Jingsong is serving as the governor of Guangxi Province.

Therefore, Wumei Hall was not built, and Wumei Road did not appear, let alone the Guilin Municipal Government compound with the gate facing Wumei Road.

The feeling of making history - indescribable.

"Old man......"

What is the sweet but not greasy sound like?

Xiao Ye, a maid who was less than twenty years old, hung her arms down, held her hands in front of her skirt, and stood behind Wen Yi with a smile, shaking the pair of crescent-shaped silver earrings in her ears.

"I know that Master Lu Dao is here to see the scenery......"

Wen Yi smiled happily: "When did you become a worm in my stomach?" ”

"No, I'm just guessing."

Xiao Ye rubbed her hands and shrunk her shoulders, she was only wearing a blue Western-style maid dress, no coat or scarf, her white neck and small hands that were slightly rough because of her work were clearly exposed to the bright light shining through the glass window below the side.

"Come here."

Wen Yi said.

Xiao Ye lowered his head, hesitated, and slowly walked to Wen Yi's side.

"Do you like the city?"

"Love ......"

Xiao Ye glanced at Wen Yi tentatively, and his cheerful voice jumped out of the hidden glass door: "It's really beautiful here, especially the mountains here, it's so interesting, Elephant Trunk Mountain, Camel Mountain, Old Man Mountain, it's decent...... Xiao Ye really likes it here. ”

Before the words fell, Wen Yi had already draped his coat over Xiao Ye's shoulders.

Xiao Ye hurriedly moved Wen Yi's hand: "Master, you will catch a cold like this......"

"Don't worry, I'm already wearing a sweater in my pajamas, don't move, put it on."

Wen Yi smiled kindly, Xiao Ye didn't immediately let go of his hand.

"Don't you want to see Guilin like this? Guilin ...... in the dark"

Wen Yi in turn clenched Xiao Ye's hand.

"Old man......"

Xiao Ye was a little overwhelmed, and her soft eyes lingered between Wen Yi's eyes and chin with an uneasy and expectant gaze.

In the thirteenth or fourth year, Wen Yi has not married a wife and had children as soon as he settled down, like other partners who came here together, and even accepted concubines, all this time, he has no women.

He worked like crazy, but Liu Yun was no lazier than him, Liu Yun not only married his wife early, but also had three children early.

This strange gesture naturally arouses all kinds of discussions among bored people, such as not pleasing a wife but keeping a mistress, not having a mistress but playing with a maid, not playing with a maid but recruiting a prostitute, not recruiting a prostitute but playing with a prostitute, not playing with a prostitute but preferring bestiality...... Rumours of this and so on are endless, and they often appear in the yellow newspapers of the street stalls with large headlines......

Wen Yi is not a man.

This is also one of the inferences, although Wen Yi also has a wife and son in another time and space, how can people in this time and space know this, in addition, even if someone knows this about Lu Dao, it can also be deduced that after coming here, he became not a man for some reason.

Wen Yi, who was made into various very images by relevant people, was trying to engulf the beautiful woman in front of him who was thirty-three years younger than him with his gaze at this time.

Xiao Ye's appearance is only average, let alone the beauty of the country and the city, otherwise she would not have come to the Prime Minister's Office to be a maid, but her cuteness makes up for her lack of appearance, and between a smile and a smile, it can always make Wen Yi feel relaxed.

In fact, the reason for this relaxation and happiness lies in Wen Yi's memories.

As soon as he saw Xiao Ye, Wen Yi always unconsciously recalled his once beautiful first love, remembered the girl named Yun'er, and remembered that for that girl, Liu Yun, who was a close friend at the time, broke two ribs, so subconsciously, there was a faint pain in his chest.

First love is an inescapable sword for Wen Yi, after piercing into the chest, leaving clear marks that can never be erased, once a certain person unbuttons his firmly buttoned shirt, that trace will boil and burn under the action of light, burning through his heart all the time......

Wen Yi remembered that when he and Yun'er met for the last time, Yun'er once asked herself, can she stay with her forever and accompany her until she dies?

I'm sorry, I'm not sure, seriously, but that's the only thing I can't answer you.

That's what Wen Yi said at the time.

Yun'er immediately cried, crying and saying, you just lied to me......

Wen Yi would never lie to Yun'er without a smile on his face.

At that time, they were already discussing marriage, however, at that time, a vigorous movement was about to begin, and Wen Yi was about to participate in it, and he expected the possibility of losing everything...... Although he still became a deserter after the worst......

Yun'er is gone, and she can't get the simplest promise, one that even liars can do—even though she doesn't need it.

Does a beautiful first love have to end in a sad ending to be beautiful and innocent?

Nerves.

Fifty-two years old, so what? Can't you remember beauty and innocence? Can't you be moved by the beauty and innocence of the past?

It's not just memories and touches.

Wen Yi's other hand lifted a lock of hair hanging from Xiao Ye's ear.

Xiao Ye's face was flushed, like those apples that were still in the living room at noon.

Wen Yi didn't want to say more, dreams and reality converged in front of his eyes, and Yu Wang, who had been imprisoned by guilt, was flooded.

Yes, guilt, it used to be a guilt for Yun'er, and in the future, it is a guilt for my wife and children who don't know how they are now.

For the former, he could not afford the simplest promises, and for the latter, he abandoned them, without warning, without giving any reason, without giving any explanation.

Picking up that red face, you don't have to wander carefully, just lock on to the cherry red wet area, and don't wait for her to close her eyes and kiss her little mouth in one go.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Xiao Ye snorted, and with his other hand gently pushed the man who had jumped into the roaring stove.

She can't push, she can't push, and she doesn't want to push.

With a "whoosh", a meteor pointed to the sky, sending out a cloud of colorful ripples that splendidly swept the entire sky.

Immediately after, more meteors, more ripples, and the sky was magical.

The sound of firecrackers like popping beans all around crosses and blends into a roaring noise.

All this did not prevent the other two unrelated flames from continuing to burn, the heat, the light, only intoxicated and crazy themselves......