A hundred flavors of life

In Zhang's house, the old eunuch asked him what his relationship was with Gong Hou. On the way back to Houhai's house, Hua Twelve missed Gong Er more and more.

Stopped the rickshaw, paid the fare, walked for a while, and turned into a secluded alley.

There was no one behind him, so he used Gong Er's character card. The next moment, the second girl had appeared in front of him.

"Master!"

Gong Er was dressed in a cheongsam, standing tall and graceful. He was still as elegant and freehand as the breeze.

But the look in Hua Twelve's eyes showed unconcealable passion.

Hua Twelve smiled and stretched out his hand towards her: "Let's go home, and by the way, I'll tell you about this world!"

"Ok!"

Gong Er came over, took Hua Twelve's hand, and the two walked out of the alley. She was slightly surprised when she saw the familiar Laosi Jiucheng outside the alley:
"The time of this world"

"Forty-nine cities in [-] AD!"

When the two returned to Houhai House, Hua Twelve had already introduced the general situation of the world to Gong Er.

There is also a Gong family in this world. Hua Twelve asked Gong Er if he wanted to visit. After all, in the 'World of Grandmasters', his father-in-law had passed away.

Gong Er was quite moved by this, because in her memory, her father was protecting the young marshal in the Forty-Nine City at this time.

But whether to visit or not is a matter for the future. What we have to face now is how to explain the identity of Gong Er to Damian Niang.

Neither of them was secretive, and in the end Hua Twelve chose to face them directly.

In the second house in Houhai, Hua Twelve and Palace were sitting on the right hand side of the flower hall, arm in arm, and Damian Niang was sitting on the left side, facing them, with scrutiny in their eyes. The Xiangyun girl stood aside, arrogant. Staring at Gong Er, she felt like her man was about to be taken away.

Damiang Yanhong looked up and down at this woman who looked to be a few years younger than herself. Just by her temperament, she was not an ordinary girl. She immediately forced a smile and said:

"Douzi, who is this girl...?"

Hua Twelve replied directly: "Gong Ruomei, my woman!"

Damiang held her heart with her hands and calmed down for a long time. She was only in her twenties and almost had a heart attack. Was her son looking for a woman? He was looking for a mother for himself.

Xiangyun put her hands on her hips and shouted, "I am your woman, and my godmother should be punished!"

Gong Er glanced at Hua Twelve, his eyes full of narrow-mindedness, you mean so little, you are a beast!
Hua Twelve touched his nose in embarrassment and said to Xiangyun: "You are the aunt and Ruomei is the principal wife. From now on, if you call me sister, you have to set the rules sooner or later, do you understand?"

"what?"

Xiangyun was like a deflated rubber ball, and all his desire to compete was gone. His mind was filled with what he had heard in the hall, the scenes of the eldest wife torturing the concubine in the homes of wealthy families.

"I disagree!"

Douziniang Yanhong couldn't bear it any longer. Although her son had a bad background from her point of view, he was now wealthy and handsome, and he was still a well-known Boss Cheng in the Forty-Nine Cities. What girl wouldn't be able to marry him in the future?

Although this Gong Ruomei looks like a young lady from a wealthy family at first glance, and her temperament is not comparable to that of ordinary people, she is already your mother at this age. How can Yanhong, who regards her son as her eyeball, agree to this.

Hua Twelve smiled faintly: "I just told you this matter, and I didn't intend to ask for your opinion. From the moment you signed the life and death contract with Master Xifu Chengguan, I have made the final decision on my own affairs! "

Yanhong's body stiffened, tears welling up in her eyes again: "Douzi, are you still a weirdo?"

"No, don't think too much about it. I'm just telling a fact. From the day I learned opera, Master Guan taught me a truth. This person has to make his own way and fulfill his own destiny. I think he is right. People must rely on themselves!”

"So from that time on, I have made the decision on my own affairs. No one can influence or hinder me. Gong Er's affairs have been decided like this!"

After Hua Twelve finished speaking with a smile, he pulled Gong Er to stand up. The latter nodded towards Yan Hong, not provocatively, but just saying hello calmly.

When he reached the door of the flower hall, Hua Twelve turned around again:

"By the way, if Master Guan comes to your door from now on, don't let him in. Our friendship with Xifucheng is over today!"

"In addition, try not to go out these days. If you must go out, let Gong Er come with you. I can keep you safe!"

After Hua Twelve finished speaking, he took Gong Er back to sleep. Those few words just now left Bean Girl speechless. She finally sighed and said to Xiangyun:

"This kid still blames me!"

Xiangyun shook his head: "Godmother, I think what Brother Douzi said is serious. He doesn't blame you in his heart, but he is a capable person with ideas. Think about it, when you cut off his finger , send him to the troupe, how many of them can survive? How many of them can become actors?"

"Brother Douzi has become a famous actor in the theater in just a few years. How could he have done it without such enthusiasm? That's why I said what Brother Douzi just said was true. He That’s probably what you think!”

After listening to Xiangyun's words, Douziniang felt a lot more comfortable.

In fact, sending her son to a theater troupe was her only choice at the time, but after she got over it, it became a guilt in her heart, which is why she was so sensitive. Now that the little girl is comforted, the heart-piercing feeling has gradually calmed down. .

"You kid, you've thought a lot, so what you said makes sense!"

Yanhong took Xiangyun's hand, and her mother's heart began to worry again:
"But how come this kid has found such an old wife? People say the girl is a junior, but I think this one is already thirteen."

Not only did Eunuch Zhang die in the Zhang Residence today, in fact, after leaving the main house, passing through the inner courtyard, passing through the flower hall, walking through the pavilions and corridors, and all the way out of the mansion, Hua Twelve and Er Yuehong could count the number of people they killed on both hands. Don't come.

The housekeeper was killed, the guardian was killed, and some servants who had no eyesight and rushed towards them were also killed.

But after leaving a trail of corpses, no one dared to appear around them.

As soon as Eunuch Zhang died, the servants of Zhang's house and the concubines whom Eunuch Zhang had married all ran away with their money. By the time the police department of the Supervisory Office received the news, it was already late at night.

This also gives February Red time to operate.

In February Hong's house in Sijiucheng, near Nanluogu Lane, while Hua Twelve and Gong Er were expressing their pain of separation in a way that saved 500 million words, Boss Hong was waiting anxiously for news from his subordinates.

In Guanghe Building, Master Na Kun and Master Guan were trembling slightly, sitting opposite each other. In the huge theater, not a single lamp was lit.

Master Guan didn't even return to Xifucheng. He followed Na Kun to Guanghe Building, hoping to ask him to find a solution. "Well, sir, you have to say something. This meeting is the thread that you hold in your hands."

Na Kun trembled and waved his hands quickly: "No, I call you Mr. Guan. I am just a theater owner. I didn't ask Boss Cheng and others to kill people!"

"I've asked about it. Who can afford to take more than a dozen lives?"

"I heard from people inside Zhang's house that the blood flowed from the main room to the front door, and the lotus pond in the house was dyed red. There is nothing I can do about such a big thing. What do you think about Boss Cheng and Hong Boss, why are you so cruel? I don’t notice it usually."

When Master Guan heard about more than a dozen lives, his body suddenly shook: "I should have thought of it earlier, I shouldn't have accepted him in the first place."

Na Kun lit a cigarette for himself, suppressed his shock, and then asked: "How do you say this?"

Master Guan recalled: "Do you think Dieyi is really the senior brother of Xifucheng? Xiaolou is the one. Dieyi was the youngest one at first. The first night he entered the troupe, more than 20 boys and girls were beaten by him. Once you accept it, he will be your senior brother from that day on."

"When I taught him the first day of acting, I watched his body and taught him to sing 'Sifan', but he insisted on learning 'Night Running'. He wanted to sing Lin Chong. Which part is that? It's Fengxueshan Temple, Burning Lin Chong, the leopard-headed man who went to the fodder yard and went up Liangshan on a snowy night, is a ruthless man."

Na Kun's body trembled when he heard this, and a piece of cigarette ash fell from his hand, fell to the ground, and shattered.

After a long while, Na Kun said: "What kind of connections do you have? Hurry up and spend some money on it. Maybe there is still a way to survive. Otherwise, what is the identity of Eunuch Zhang? No one in Sijiu City should respect him."

In fact, Na Kun was really wrong. In the eyes of a theater owner like him, Eunuch Zhang, a great eunuch who had served the Empress Dowager Lafayette, was naturally a top-notch figure. What's more, when he entered Zhang's house, he saw only four-nine people. There are some famous people in the city.

So when Eunuch Zhang is in Kun'er's eyes, that's amazing.

But in fact, Eunuch Zhang, a remnant of the previous dynasty and a remnant of feudalism, was able to prosper after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and it was not because of the money in his hands. How could he have any power at all? This man died like a lamp being extinguished. , right now, many eyes are focused on his money.

The police department of the Supervisory Office rushed to the scene after receiving the news in the middle of the night. By this time, most of the people in Zhang's house had fled, and a few people who had nowhere to go were left for questioning.

The quality of the police during the Republic of China varied greatly, but there were some who had real abilities. The person leading the team today was called Li Tou. He was a distant relative of Li Cunyi, a single-handed swordsman. He had received his guidance and learned the authentic Xingyiquan.

His boxing skills may not be very high, but his vision is good. At this time, Li Tou used a knife to cut open the clothes at the back of the deceased's heart, and all he could see were clear black handprints.

"This is the secret hand of Baguazhang, you're a master."

He turned back and asked the servants of Zhang House who had not escaped: "You said it was Cheng Dieyi, Boss Cheng who did it?"

Those people nodded tremblingly, and someone added: "There is also February Red!"

The team led by the Supervisory Office Police Department was a deputy senior official. He was wearing a denim coat and covering his mouth and nose with white gloves. Hearing this, he frowned and said:
"Now that we know who the murderer is and there are witnesses present, why should we investigate? Just go and catch the two actors!"

The people below got the order and were about to take people there, but Li Tou suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

After speaking, he said to the deputy senior official: "Sir, please take a step to speak!"

Although the officer was impatient, he knew that Li Tou was a capable person, so he did not refute his face. He nodded, went to the side with Li Tou, took out two cigarettes, and threw one over.

After both of them were puffed up, they asked: "Old Li, if you have any hesitations, just say so!"

Li Tou whispered: "Sir, we can't catch this person for the time being!"

"Why? Just because the actor knows a few high-ranking officials, can he be able to pay for these dozen lives? Lao Li, don't have any worries, hurry up and arrest people and close the case. Brothers can also get some benefits, otherwise the Zhang family is a piece of cake." Oil, it won’t be our turn!”

Lao Li shook his head: "Boss Cheng used the Bagua Sect's Yin Shou, which is the most authentic direct descendant."

"So what, can you compete with a gun?"

The officer obviously disapproved.

Seeing that the officer didn't understand, Lao Li simply said: "It's not about the person's martial arts skills. The key is the words "direct inheritance of Baguazhang". Don't forget the person next to the young marshal."

The commander just hissed at this time: "According to what you said, we really can't act rashly. Let's seal Zhang's house first and take the body back. Let me report to the superiors first!"

Early the next morning, Hua Twelve had spent the night on an expedition and rarely stayed in bed. Gong Er got up early, washed up, and played Baguazhang in the yard.

Yanhong was watching from the door of the main room with an evil look in her eyes. In her eyes, Gong Er was just a shameless bitch, and she was a young lady from a rich family. Ah, bah, she wouldn't let any child go. What the hell? .

Gong Er could naturally feel the bright red eyes like knives, but she didn't care at all, and it didn't even affect her at all. She was just amused in her heart. How could her husband be still a child in the eyes of others?

When Hua Twelve got up, he saw Gong Er holding a book and Yan Hong staring directly at her. He couldn't help but feel funny and angry:
"Okay, no matter what, please respect the person I choose!"

After saying this, Yanhong hummed and asked someone to serve food.

During the meal, Yanhong asked about what happened yesterday. Hua Twelve was afraid that she would worry, so he didn't tell the truth. He only said that she had offended someone, so he told her not to go out in the past few days.

Yanhong nodded after hearing this. As a mother, she could still do it without causing any trouble to her son.

Before the meal was finished, Er Yue Hong came to the door. As soon as Boss Hong approached the main room, Gong Er glanced at him, and his hair suddenly exploded. He was like a kitten encountering a ferocious beast. His body was hunched over and he didn't dare to move. move.

"Have you eaten? If not, let's eat some together!"

Following Hua Twelve's words, Gong Er's eyes softened. Er Erhong breathed a sigh of relief and realized that her back was soaked.

After coming in, he carefully sat aside and asked Hua Twelve: "Brother, this is this"

Hua Twelve introduced him while drinking porridge: "Call me sister-in-law!"

Er Erhong almost dodged, but when she came to her senses, she stood up to greet her with a strange expression: "Hello, sister-in-law!"

Gong Er nodded and said with a smile: "It's good for you too!"

Er Erhong hadn't eaten yet, so Hua Twelve asked someone to bring him some bowls and chopsticks, but he didn't even ask about what happened yesterday.

Er Erhong was funny and angry: "I haven't slept all night. Senior brother, you are eating well. Yesterday, I made an agreement with Chief Sun who has a gun in his hand. He said that he would mediate in this matter. , but he has a request, which is to let you and I sing for him once."

When he said this, a hint of humiliation flashed through Er Er's red eyes. It was originally a cooperative relationship on equal footing, but the person named Sun made this request just to step on him.

Thanks to: 08a, Brother Yaochi Qinglian for the reward, thank you to the brothers who voted for monthly votes and recommendation votes, thank you to the brothers who read and collected books, thank you very much.