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Chapter 337 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [15]

The mansion is full of guests, and the voices of chatting can be heard endlessly...

"Marshal Yan is here."

The arena immediately fell silent, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man in a long gown in the distance.

He has a dignified body, a dignified appearance, and a pair of eyes full of joy. At first glance, he looks like a kind elder.

This is the commander in chief of Xiangzhou, Yan Sen, Marshal Yan.

As Yan Sen got closer, the guests came forward to say hello one by one.

"Marshal Yan, happy birthday!"

"Marshal Yan, you are getting more and more energetic."

"Marshal Yan, you are getting stronger and stronger."

……

The greetings are different, but the only constant is that they all have flattering smiles on their faces.

Yan Sen also knew what the scene said, and responded to them one by one with a smile. After that, he walked to the high platform, facing the crowd, raised his hand slightly, and the guests in the audience fell silent again.

Yan Sen made a short speech, and then announced the official start of the banquet.

During the banquet, there were a lot of wine and wine, and the words were cheerful and joyous, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was just a perfunctory exchange of greetings between each other, and everyone was just maintaining the politeness on the surface.

There are many unknown undercurrents surging in private.

Yan Sen lost interest in listening to the performance of western musical instruments, and he didn't know how good the tunes produced by these musical instruments were. As for the music, the local music is naturally better.

But this can be regarded as a filial piety of the son.

Halfway through the banquet, Steward Yan walked to Yan Sen's side, bowed slightly, "Marshal, the play is ready, do you want to see?"

Yan Sen's mood improved, and he smiled heartily, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go." There was a little eagerness in his words.

Going to the theater is his favorite thing to do. He is busy and has no time on weekdays. This time he is celebrating his 40th birthday. He naturally wants to satisfy his hobbies, so he invites the theater troupe to come to the mansion to be lively. .

Yan San hesitated, and asked, "Then these guests?"

Yan Sen stood up, "You can handle this matter. Those who are willing to accompany me to the theater can go, and those who don't want to go here to listen to the performance of Western musical instruments. I will take Shaoqing and leave first."

Shaoqing, whose full name is He Shaoqing, is only about 35 years old this year, and is Yan Sen's military advisor.

He is very good at marching and fighting. It is no exaggeration to say that part of the world of the Yan family is due to He Shaoqing.

It was also because of this that Yan Senji valued him very much.

He Shaoqing walked behind the marshal without saying a word, and followed Yan Sen to the theater.

After being seated, the show officially begins.

"Clang, clang, clang...boom..."

The sound of the erhu was mixed with the sound of beating gongs and drums, and the stage opened.

Le Tong, wearing a costume, came out gracefully from the backstage...

Standing still in front of the stage, he looked unobtrusively at Marshal Yan who was sitting below the stage watching the play.

Just one glance, then quickly retracted, lightly parted the red lips, and began to seriously engage in the opera...

The moment Yan Sen appeared from Le Tong, his whole body seemed to be shocked by electric shock, and there was a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was recalling, regretting, but more happy.

lady!

After the whole scene, Yan Sen was immersed in memories and couldn't extricate himself.

It wasn't until the applause sounded that she finally regained her senses, but the woman was no longer on the stage.

He beckoned, but Butler Yan understood, stepped forward and bent down, as if listening, "I don't know what orders the commander-in-chief has?"

Yan Sen calmed down, "Go and find out the identity of the woman who sang on stage just now."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)