The cheongsam beauty is in her arms, and the ascetic warlord loses control over her

Ming Qinghan put the box next to Mu Yichen's legs and said slowly: "This is the warlord's wife book. Of course I can't take away your love."

Mu Yichen was very surprised. He seemed to have guessed something and frowned.

"Because Gu Shiyao, you don't plan to take my money anymore. You have been staring at this shirt on my body. Does this shirt have any unknown secrets?"

Ming Qing smiled coldly and said calmly: "The warlord is indeed very witty."

Ming Qinghan took a few steps back and leaned back on the table, seeming to recall something.

He raised his eyes and looked at him: "The governor must have investigated my details for a long time but found nothing, right?"

Mu Yichen nodded. Ming Qinghan was mysterious, and his family was also mysterious. He sent people to investigate his details, but all the information they found was worthless.

Ming Qinghan pondered for a while and said in a low voice: "My ancestors have been looking for someone, and today, I finally met him."

"You mean Gu Shiyao? She just runs a cheongsam shop. There is no relationship between you."

"I know."

Ming Qinghan noticed the surprise in Mu Yichen's eyes, and continued to explain to him.

"The pattern embroidered on the shirt you are wearing contains a variety of embroidery methods. Apart from my ancestors, I have never seen anyone who can embroider such a pattern."

The temple fell into silence, and only the faint buzzing of mosquitoes could be heard.

Mu Yichen was thinking about many things in his mind. He looked at him coldly. After a few minutes, he asked, "So what is her relationship with you?"

"The future of the Ming family."

Ming Qinghan said this incomprehensibly.

Suddenly, Mu Yichen frowned. Gu Shiyao confessed everything to him that night. She was not from this world, and naturally she would not have anything to do with other people in this world.

He said: "Ming Qinghan, you may have recognized the wrong person."

Ming Qinghan thought to himself that if he didn't see Mu Yichen's shirt tonight, he would probably miss it.

He denied what Mu Yichen said: "The pattern of the shirt you are wearing is exactly the same as the embroidery method I saw in the Ming family's ancestral home. It is impossible for me to admit the mistake of such a vivid embroidery method."

Mu Yichen thought for a moment, how could Gu Shiyao be related to Ming Qinghan's family?

Things were a bit messy, and he had to carefully sort out his thoughts.

Gu Shiyao came from Yunzhou City through time travel. Could it be that Ming Qinghan's ancestors also came through time travel?

Mu Yichen pinched his eyebrows, maybe only when the two parties meet can he know everything.

For the first time, he made a decision to Gu Shiyao privately: "It's already very late today. Tomorrow you go to the Governor's Mansion and you can talk to Gu Shiyao in person."

Ming Qinghan smiled. He was used to being more direct: "If I had said this earlier, we wouldn't have to draw our guns at each other. Warlord, I'm sorry for tonight. I apologize to you."

Mu Yichen was extremely surprised when Ming Qinghan apologized.

He didn't care too much about it, but said: "Mr. Ming, we will see you tomorrow."

……

The door of the temple opened with a creak, and Mu Yichen walked out of the temple. Seeing this, Su Cheng hurriedly greeted him. Everything seemed to be fine with his warlord, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Yichen handed the wooden box in his hand to Su Cheng. He said simply and clearly without saying any nonsense: "Go back to the Governor's Mansion first. If you need anything, we can talk about it later."

Su Cheng nodded in agreement. He was puzzled as to how the box was sent out and how it was returned now. Ming Qinghan didn't take their money and gave them a large number of weapons for free. What went wrong?

Su Cheng didn't say anything to ask, he knew now was not the time to ask about this matter.

He got into the car, held the steering wheel tightly, and started to drive out of the temple. After a while, the army green truck quickly arrived at the Governor's Mansion.

Mu Yichen lowered his head and glanced at his watch. His expression was as stern as ever: "Move the boxes to the arsenal. You and Adjutant Zhang will immediately count them and check all the weapons. There can be no mistakes."

"Yes, Overseer."

Adjutant Zhang had been waiting at the arsenal for a long time, but he didn't expect that he had to wait for more than two hours.

He saw Su Cheng driving the truck over, and his hanging heart slowly relaxed.

Su Cheng jumped out of the car and directed a few soldiers to carry the arms on the truck. He stood aside and supervised personally. He did not dare to neglect the orders given to him by the military governor.

After all the weapons were moved to the arsenal, Su Cheng gave five yuan to everyone who took action tonight.

Adjutant Zhang saw wooden boxes on the ground. He opened one of the boxes, which was filled with heavy weapons.

He looked around, but did not see the governor himself. He asked suspiciously: "Counsel Su, where is the governor?"

"The Overseer naturally went to do his own business. Adjutant Zhang, the Overseer asked you and I to count the weapons overnight and check every weapon. There must be no mistakes."

Adjutant Zhang nodded and immediately agreed. There were only two of them checking so many weapons. It might take a long time. It seemed that they were destined to not be able to rest tonight.

Adjutant Zhang opened all the wooden boxes and looked at the weapons inside these wooden boxes. He suggested: "Advisor Su, the two of us can do some division of labor. Let's separate heavy weapons and light weapons. The division of labor is clear and the efficiency is high. "

Su Cheng felt that Adjutant Zhang's suggestion was good, classifying first and inspecting later, so that the inspection could be done faster.

He nodded: "Okay."

……

Mu Yichen came out of the bathroom, holding the black shirt he had just changed into.

He rubbed the pattern on his shirt. The dragon totem on the shirt was so lifelike that it seemed as if it was about to fly out of the shirt. He remembered Ming Qinghan's words that his remoteness could always bring him unexpected surprises.

He dried his hair and glanced down at his watch. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and his Yaoyao must have fallen asleep.

Mu Yichen put the towel aside. He slowly opened the door, tiptoed to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

Before he could close his eyes, a hand pulled open his pajamas.

Mu Yichen was stunned. He suddenly pressed Gu Shiyao's hand and asked in disbelief: "Yaoyao, aren't you asleep yet?"

Gu Shiyao was a little entangled in her heart, wondering whether she should wait for Mu Yichen to come back. This dilemma didn't matter, she immediately fell into insomnia.

Tonight, Mu Yichen went to Ming Qinghan to get arms. She was uneasy and worried about his safety.

She turned on the lamp on the bedside table and saw Mu Yichen clearly.

He had an extremely evil face, and the warm light fell on his body, adding a bit of warmth and elegance.

Gu Shiyao came up to him and her eyes fell on him. She put her hands on his pajamas and unbuttoned them one by one.