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Chapter 184 Wife’s Living Room

Because she had to be nervous, she believed that all the stab wounds on her body were because of this. However, she was entrusted with the task of being loyal to others, but she did not expect that she almost lost her life.

The reason for the incident was rather bizarre. I was originally invited to participate in a salon held by a Nankai alumnus.

This person's name is Liang Sining. He has many children in the clan and can be said to have a prominent family background. He is also very important in the academic world.

Salon gatherings are nothing but arty, and she only treats them as a novelty hunt, and dare not be a scholar or poet.

What's more, she is a woman, and if she has a little literary talent, she will be sought after. In addition, she is beautiful and fragrant, so she will attract everyone's attention.

Women are often the most popular at literati gatherings, and there are not many of them. Once they are compared, they will inevitably feel the urge to compare, and the second lady in the palace is not exempt from this custom.

Among the women present, there was only one person who was said to be both talented and beautiful. This person was Gong Ruomei, who was more than ten years old. From the face point of view, she was mature and delicate at the same time. According to the figure, she was sexy and graceful at the same time. Coupled with intellectual enthusiasm, she was full of With a charming understanding.

Miss Gong Er's coldness and aloofness were beaten to nothing, she was simply crushed.

Anyway, she didn't want to give in, so Gong Ruomei wanted to give everything she knew, and maybe earn a decent salary.

So Gong Ruomei talked about martial arts and confessed about her family background and her ability in martial arts.

Literary scholars have great respect for unknown fields, but they are just curious and do not delve into it in depth. They just listen to the excitement.

This made the second lady Gong feel depressed and lost interest in the party. However, she did not expect that her actions just now attracted the attention of another woman.

And this woman is the owner of this letter.

"Don't move! If the wound is opened and needles and threads need to be inserted, you must know that I don't have anesthetic here, so you have to endure the pain no matter how much it hurts."

As he spoke, he handed the letter to her and Shanxia turned it over, indicating that the seal was intact.

Miss Gong Er breathed a long sigh of relief and finally let go of her worries. However, she had moved too much and the wound was painful. She couldn't shout out the pain, so she could only grit her teeth and stare at He Shen. A stream of tears wet her eyes and flowed to His face was extremely miserable.

He Shenyu couldn't bear it, squatted down by the bed, stretched out a hand, and held her left hand exposed outside the quilt.

The little girl trembled in shock, looked up at Juxian who didn't care, lowered her head and scolded Meng Lang.

At this time, a warm current started from his right hand, traveled up his arm and slowly reached his chest, and then spread to all parts of his chest. Every wound where it hit disappeared and the pain disappeared, which was truly miraculous.

"Hey! Is this qigong?"

"That's it!"

"But the martial arts qigong I'm exposed to is just the breathing method. Yours is obviously some kind of qi energy, a bit like..."

"What's it like? It's just a higher level of martial arts."

"I remembered, your qigong is a bit like the method of practicing qi and concentrating the mind mentioned in "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" written by Huanzhu Louzhu. That is the art of cultivating immortality and attaining Taoism!"

"Have you also read "Tianfeng Bao"? That book is a lie. There is no way to cultivate immortality!"

The second lady Gong didn't believe He Shen's sophistry at all, her eyes were staring at her chest and moving around, not knowing what to pay attention to.

"Okay, don't think blindly. Let me ask you what to do with this letter?"

Mentioning Shingong Wakamei immediately became energetic and left all the mess behind.

"This letter is very important, related to a person's life and death."

"What kind of person? Your friend?"

"Not really a friend, but trusted by friends."

"Friend of a friend, are you so nosy?"

After understanding the situation, He Shen casually put the letter aside, cut off his true energy and retracted his left hand, ready to leave the bedroom.

In a hurry, Miss Gong Er grabbed his wrist and begged: "You have to help me! Help me deliver the letter."

Juxian, who was serving water and porridge on the side, was very understanding. Watching the two of them having fun, he stood up and said with a smile, "How about I go out first and come in after you finish talking."

"It's not necessary. We are all a family from now on. It's better to understand everything early to avoid someone trying to trick our family." He Shen put his hand on her shoulders and asked her to sit on a chair.

"Duan Xiaolou! I will repay you what I owe you, but you are my fiancé, do you really have to distinguish it so clearly?" Miss Gong Er also has a temper, and is weak when she gets angry.

Juxian is a good dancer with long sleeves and is the most reasonable, so he quickly persuaded him as a peacemaker: "Xiaolou is worried about you, seeing that you have suffered such a serious injury because of this matter, how dare you let me get involved again."

"Really?" As soon as she said it, she felt it was unnecessary. It didn't make her...

So he looked at He Shen dryly, his face aggrieved, as if he was waiting for a man to step up, but she was a girl!
"Just helping you, tell me, where to send this letter?"

"Send it to No. 3 Beizongbu Hutong and give it to a lady named Lin."

As soon as he said the address, He Shen guessed who it was. There were countless talented women in the modern Republic of China, but this person was unique.

"Don't think about anything. The letter will be delivered. Just rest quickly." He Shen asked Juxian to take care of him.

Before leaving the room, Miss Gong Er finally said: "Thank you!"

He Shen seemed not to hear, picked up the letter and walked out.

The people in the courtyard are still the same, the old ones are disrespectful, and the young ones are sentimental. We can't spoil them, we have to find something to do.

"Uncle Jiang, I heard that you used to be a butcher and sold meat. You must have Hong An's skills. Go to the kitchen to cook."

The old guy lowered his head and said nothing, then stood up and walked to the kitchen.

He looks reluctant, but his movements are unambiguous, and he doesn’t understand what he’s doing!

"Junior brother, take our name cards and find someone to send them to No. 3 Beibu Hutong. We will go to the army tomorrow to investigate!"

"But someone has offended senior brother? In this case, why bother to use a name to assassinate him? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to just hit the door!"

"No! The other party is highly respected and well-established in Peiping. We should be polite first and then attack."

Cheng Dieyi turned to go to the study, turned his back to He Shen halfway, and asked lightly: "Senior brother, why is Miss Juxian here?"

He Shen was also calm and told him bluntly: "I am going to take her as my concubine so that I can take care of my daily life in the future. We can't let two grown men serve each other."

That's true, but some people don't admit it.

That night, He Shen slept with Miss Juxian, and it was a romantic night.

The next morning, everyone had different thoughts. Miss Gong Er was silent, Uncle Jiang stared angrily, but Cheng Dieyi was very interested.

After breakfast, He Shen took the letter and left the door.

Dieyi called a rickshaw, and the two of them went straight to Qihua Gate (Chaoyang Gate). The name card had been posted yesterday, so it would not be rude to come to the door today.Beizongbu Hutong belongs to Dongcheng, a place of serious dignitaries. He Shen doesn't come here much, but he has admired its reputation for a long time.

But after all, we are traveling through the world and living an illusory life. Some things cannot be forced. Encounters are easy to pass.

After getting off the rickshaw and paying the fare, He Shen looked at this courtyard house with two entrances and two exits and a back room. It must be said that poets and scholars nowadays are not short of money.

For example, Mr. Lu Xun's monthly salary was as high as 360 yuan, plus other extra income. He couldn't complain that he had settled in Peking for 14 years and was able to buy a house and move twice.

Dieyi stepped forward and knocked on the door. The concierge asked him his name. After informing him of his intention, he asked him to wait.

After a while, a slender woman in her thirties walked out of the door, followed by a thin and handsome man with eyes.

Seeing two handsome young men standing outside the door, Lin Huiyin felt a little different. Since the man's death, she rarely attended plays.

As for Li Xing’s friends, Huadan has Mei Lanfang and Wusheng has Yang Xiaolou.

Now Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou appeared and solemnly sent greetings, and the couple did not dare to neglect them.

Very naturally, he shook hands with He deeply: "This is Mr. Duan, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

Then he shook hands with Cheng Dieyi and said, "Hello, Mr. Cheng. Looking at your figure, I must be a singer in Tsing Yi. You are a perfect match for Mr. Duan."

These words came from the bottom of his heart. Cheng Dieyi instantly fell in love with this sister, but he still said modestly: "What the hell, Ms. Lin and Mr. Liang are a perfect match."

These words made Liang Sicheng feel comfortable again, and he immediately invited the two of them to the living room.

He Shen was delighted to see the results, and he must see the "wife's living room".

After passing through the inner courtyard and entering the living room, I looked up and saw a couplet, "Clear water brings out hibiscus, and nature removes the carvings."

There is a set of wooden sofas in the hall. There is a person sitting on the single sofa, and there is also a person sitting on the long sofa, a foreign woman.

There are two chairs and a stool opposite the sofa. One is next to the altar table and the other is close to the bedroom door. There are soft cushions on the stool. It seems that people often sit on it.

Neither the man nor the woman stood up, each holding a book and reading it carefully.

It is a shame that he is a famous scholar who has no ears to hear what is happening outside the window and only reads the books of sages.

However, since entering the door, the eyes of these two have been squinting, one is on the hostess, and the other is secretly watching the person entering the door.

Ms. Lin ordered the servant to move the chairs to the coffee table, and then invited He Shen and the others to sit down. As for the couple, they sat on the long sofa.

"Yesterday at the party, we suddenly received a greeting card from Mr. Duan, which puzzled us. Since we didn't know each other, we asked if there were any friends we knew. Unexpectedly, there were fans of Mr. Cheng's theater. Unfortunately, he was not here today, so we boldly asked him Ask, where did Mr. Duan know where my husband and I live?"

He Shen picked up the milk tea brought by the maid, put it to his mouth and smelled it, and felt the fragrance. Unfortunately, he didn't like milk tea.

He took the letter out of his arms and slowly placed it on the coffee table. Lin Huiyin went to get it, but He Shen held down one end and couldn't pull it with all his strength.

"Mr. Duan, what does this mean?"

"Ms. Lin, do you know that if you only deliver letters, why bother to mobilize people?"

"Oh? Mr. Duan might as well say it bluntly, my husband and I are both reasonable people."

"In that case, you're welcome. Duan's fiancée was stabbed several times and almost died because of this letter. I think Ms. Lin must know the person who wrote the letter. I hope you can tell her that this matter ends here."

After saying what needed to be said, Heshen released his fingers and let Lin Huiyin catch them, gesturing for her to go out and watch alone.

Perhaps it was because of the harshness of his words just now that the man sitting alone on the sofa felt unhappy. He put down the book in his hand and said angrily: "You are you, and your fiancée is your fiancée. Since you are not married, if you interfere in this matter, why don't you go ahead and do it on your behalf?"

As expected of a philosophy major, He Shen thought he couldn't talk to him, so he ignored him.

But the man refused to give up and continued: "Making decisions for others is disrespectful and impolite. It is not a gentleman's behavior to threaten people who are not involved!"

This guy was so mean-mouthed that he really deserved a beating. Cheng Dieyi looked at him coldly, but didn't say anything, because he wanted to take care of Lin Huiyin's face.

"Who is this lady? Can Mr. Liang introduce her to you?" He Shen was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Liang Sicheng was an open-minded man and very tolerant. It is said that tolerance means greatness. He was able to marry Ms. Lin Huiyin better than half of the men in the Republic of China.

"This is Mrs. Fei. Her husband teaches at Peking University and is a China expert."

Just after the introduction, the beautiful foreign lady shook hands and said: "Hello! My name is Fei Weimei. Nice to meet you."

Spoken Chinese sounded quite strenuous, and He Shen replied directly in English; "Ms. Fei, you can speak English, I can understand you."

"Oh! I didn't expect you to be able to speak English. They said that you are a drama actor." Mrs. Fei was surprised and very happy.

"Strictly speaking, he is a Chinese Peking Opera martial arts actor." He Shen must solemnly declare this.

"Peking opera? Martial arts?"

Fei Weimei read it again in English. Maybe she didn't understand the meaning of these two words, so she looked at the man sitting alone on the sofa to one side.

This person has been unable to say anything, so when he sees an opportunity, he talks endlessly.

"Peking opera is the drama of Peking; for example, opera, there are Florentine operas and Roman operas."

This explanation made the foreign lady understand instantly, and then asked what "martial arts" meant.

"As for martial arts, you can compare it to magic on the stage. They are all tricks used to deceive people and make them look real."

He got angry when he said this, pointed at the sofa man and asked: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to evaluate Chinese martial arts?"

This man was not afraid. He raised his head and said proudly: "I am Jin Yuelin. I have learned from ancient and modern times, integrating Chinese and Western martial arts. My martial arts is not good at all."

This sentence stunned Heshen. Could it be that this person was also a master?Never heard of it!

I really didn't dare to be too arrogant, so I raised my hand and saluted, "I didn't expect that Mr. Jin is also proficient in martial arts. I just want to learn Brother Jin's kung fu. Can you come to the courtyard to teach me!"

As he spoke, he stood up and spread his hands to invite him.

This frightened Jin Yuelin. He is naturally humorous and likes to act willfully. He often goes off the rails when speaking, but he always manages to justify himself.

Comparing the physiques of the two sides, I feel that the winning rate is not high, so I looked around to find a reason to shirk.

Liang Sicheng was very surprised. They were chatting and about to start a fight. Only Ms. Fei didn't know why and wanted to join in the fun.

It happened that Lin Huiyin walked into the living room after reading the letter. He saw that everyone was at war with each other and couldn't help but freeze.

Jin Yuelin seemed to have found a life-saving straw and begged at the top of his lungs: "Huiyin, please save me. Your friend can't argue with me, so he wants to fight in a duel. How can I be his opponent with my poor skills?"

Such confusion of right and wrong makes one feel speechless and his face darkens.

(End of this chapter)