"Once, the opera troupe was performing "Farewell My Concubine". Didn't Yu Ji want to dance with two swords and commit suicide? In order to appear real, one of them is a real sword and the other is fake. The real one is stuck on the ground, and the fake one is used to commit suicide. As a result, the Qingyi, who sang Yu Ji, was distracted from the spirit."

"I know, I know, did I really wipe my neck when I used it?" Zhuang Shuyi interrupted excitedly.

"Yes. Do you want to continue listening?" Yang Bo looked at her helplessly.

"Oh, I won't talk anymore, don't talk anymore, you say." Zhuang Shuyi obediently covered his mouth and said that he would not interrupt.

"As a result, the one inserted on the ground was a real sword. It was actually a real sword when he wiped his neck. I don't know who replaced the fake one. It turned out that Qingyi's throat was cut. From now on, she could not sing Yu Ji anymore, and she couldn't sing anything else."

At this point when Yang Bo’s story was mentioned, Zhuang Shuyi’s heart was raised, just wanting to know who was the one who was doing it.

"In the end, the only person who had seen the fake sword on the excuse was one of his drama fans. The drama fans were the lady from a wealthy family in the local area. They had always wanted to marry him as a wife, but their family members disagreed. She once asked Qingyi, who was singing Yu Ji, to elope with her, but was rejected by Qingyi."

"Is it because she was angry for a moment and turned into hatred because of love?" As soon as Zhuang Shuyi spoke, he remembered the agreement with Yang Bo and quickly closed his mouth again.

"Everyone thought so at that time. Even the lady's family could not shelter her. In the end, in order to make Qingyi stop suing the official, she agreed to their marriage and gave a heavy dowry to the newlyweds."

The story should have a happy ending here. However, Zhuang Shuyi heard that there must be a turning point afterwards, so he obediently kept quiet.

Yangbo nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"Actually, the person who changed the sword was the Qingyi who sang Yu Ji. Think about it, the feeling of putting the real sword on his neck is completely different from that of the fake sword. Even if he was really distracted, wouldn't he feel the pain when he started? It was his own neck, not someone else's."

"It was Qingyi and the lady who had fallen in love long ago. But Qingyi didn't want to elope with the lady, so she made this decision to ruin her reputation." Zhuang Shuyi immediately shouted excitedly.

"Yes." Yang Bo smiled and swallowed the final ending back into his stomach. This naive ending is suitable for a child like Zhuang Shuyi.

"I just knew." Zhuang Shuyi smiled and asked him to say another one.

As for the next story, Zhuang Shuyi only heard the beginning and fell asleep. Yang Bo spoke so hard that he stopped to drink a sip of water that she realized that her breathing was stable and she was already asleep.

Yang Bo shook his head helplessly and carried her back to the boudoir with the quilt. It was said that the sleeping person would be much heavier than usual, but he felt that the one in his arms was too light, as light as a gust of wind, like a bubble, like a beautiful dream.

A beautiful dream that cannot be grasped or kept.

The next morning, Zhuang Shuyi, who was serving bone tofu soup and making breakfast with stuffing cakes, finally learned the whole story from his father who had not returned overnight.

In recent years, the dispute between the Direct and Fengtian clans has never stopped, and it can be seen from these presidents. It’s really a lively drama that you just finished singing and I made.

Yongning City is now a territory of the Anhui clique, but since it has lost its power from the central government, this little foundation will probably not be maintained for long.

Unless he can fight a turnaround battle like Liu Bang, the Emperor Gaozu of Han, can only have one Liu Laosan out in the past few thousand years.

Yesterday was just an episode of this chaotic game that was too small to be even smaller. Fortunately, Commander Sun in Yongning is still quite capable and can still be kept. If he wants to replace the garrison guarding the city, the unlucky will only be the common people.

Even the lady in the boudoir who is like Zhuang Shuyi who is hanging high in everything, she understands the power of it, let alone Zhuang Shiqiao, who is in a high position.

But he never interferes in the military affairs and is a typical literati. Even if he changes his boss, he won't lose too much. But he won't be safe.

It is said that since ancient times, heroes have emerged, but there are few heroes after all.

"No. The situation has been too chaotic recently. I think it's better to put Liuliu's wedding on the agenda." Zhuang Shiqiao said while smoking his pipe.

"Why are you smoking this at home? You're about to kill it. Your daughter has such a sharp nose, and you don't know." Liu Jiaoying snatched the pipe in his hand without saying a word and extinguished it.

"If you don't smoke, don't smoke. What I just said, Madam, what do you think?" Zhuang Shiqiao had no choice but to continue asking.

"What can I think? She is fifteen years old and it's easy to say that she is still there. But I can't bear to leave it. Why did she just blink her eyes in the past fifteen years? She is so big all of a sudden?" Liu Jiaoying sighed leisurely.

"Do you think I'm willing to give up? But look at the current situation. The garrison now has some friendship with me and will not arrest our daughter as a concubine at will. If one day comes, and he will look down on her, can we still send her to the temple?" Zhuang Shiqiao was helpless.

"Friendship? It's the friendship between eighteen pairs of Longquan Kiln printed vases. Alas..." Liu Jiaoying really couldn't bear to leave this kind of little daughter. She gave birth to three, and only one was her life. "But Liuliu was only fifteen. Her eldest sister was only seventeen. She married her. Wait for another two years."

Not to mention her, even Zhuang Shiqiao couldn't bear to leave. In the past, people said that his daughter was a caring little cotton jacket, but when he was raising the eldest child, he didn't think that only after raising this one could he understand the meaning. That was really caring. But.

Zhuang Shiqiao sighed three times before saying, "Next month, Commander Sun will marry his fifth concubine. The youngest daughter of the Guo family in the Finance Department is only fifteen years old."

"What! His family?" Liu Jiaoying jumped up in shock. "There are many people in his family who work in the government office. How could it be his family?"

"Yes. His family is not that old. If you have an official position these days, you won't be so bad if you don't have any soldiers." Zhuang Shiqiao looked angry.

When he was in Zhili, a mere military commander wanted to see the look of his doorman even if he wanted to enter his house. However, for thirty years, he had to live a life with the people.

Although the Qing Dynasty was over, their family had not lost its lust at all. Nowadays, those with family backgrounds like him who had no soldiers in their hands have always been the target of those gilded soldiers and gangsters.

If his only son had not been engaged in a engagement, Commander Sun now had a friendship and wanted to send a girl to his house.

His treasure-like girl is even more popular.

"I think it's better to do it. The ruliu is so outstanding that once the storm in Yongning City starts, it will only get stronger and stronger." After Zhuang Shiqiao said that, he sighed three times in a row. He really can't bear to let it go.

If the beautiful daughter is to be given to others, whoever is willing to give it to him? If the situation is peaceful, he will have to keep her until she is seventeen or eighteen years old, and even if she is twenty years old, there will be more people rushing to ask for it.

But now, his daughter stays at home, just like a child holding gold across the market. How can he not attract jackals, tigers and leopards to look around?

"Do you say you can do it if you do it? This is looking for a son-in-law. If you don't choose a lot, how can you rest assured? The surname Chen you promised was that others were good and family backgrounds were good, and they were willing to make progress. If you didn't choose such a heart-wrenching guy, how could my brother Shu..." Liu Jiaoying was already full of tears when she mentioned this.

"Shhh, shhh, didn't you say you wouldn't mention this anymore? What if someone heard it? Just think she was dead." Zhuang Shiqiao said coldly. But seeing that his wife kept crying, he comforted helplessly. "Now you think about Liuliu. You can choose a good one."

"Of course, you need the best one." Liu Jiaoying thought of a little girl waiting for her to worry, so she stopped crying, stood up and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Zhuang Shiqiao hurriedly stopped him.

"Go to my parents' home. I want to investigate and investigate well, even the eighth generation of ancestors have found out. I don't believe that I can go wrong this time. You can get up." Liu Jiaoying inserted her waist and glared at her, and Zhuang Shiqiao immediately shrank.

When a woman becomes a mother, she is a lady in layers of gift boxes and becomes a female bandit who can stand up to the top.
Chapter completed!