The fragrant grass is shining brightly

Chapter 7
Suddenly appeared in the hall a man wearing a well-tailored dark blue denim military uniform, the top button was also meticulously buttoned, the seams of his trousers were ironed straight, and his black high cowhide boots were polished and polished.

And Mo Tong shot a terrifying gaze, his face was as cold as an ice sculpture, and his indifferent and unruly expression was like that of an ancient king.

Even the dazzling neon lights and the loud and charming dance music in the hall can't get rid of the eternal chill emanating from him.

His waist is straight, and even with a gold star general rank on his shoulders, he exudes the arrogance of youthful ambition and strong bones.

"Young Master Yan!" Zhou Ling jumped over and shouted excitedly.

Shu Yan was a little stunned, what a handsome and charming man.

If Yang Shaojun is Mr. Pianpian, this man is a strong man. If Yang Shaojun is a hero in Nandu, he can be worthy of the title of the first man in the Republic of China.

Yan Xiaojie wore a military cap with the brim pressed low, and walked into the hall seemingly very low-key, but he couldn't hide the aura of a superior person all over his body. The powerful aura overwhelmed the prosperity of the hall, and it was as quiet as if time and space had stagnated for a moment. .

Because of his outstanding military exploits, Yan Xiaojie had just been recruited to Nandu and was conferred the rank of general. All major newspapers published his majestic general's oversized headshot and news.

In Nandu, there was no one who didn't know him, and the powerful also wanted to curry favor with him.

"Young Marshal Yan." Someone immediately went up to greet him, hooray, a group of people rushed up to get close.

Yan Xiaojie had a slight smile on her thin lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and she dealt with it lightly.

Zhou Qian, the hostess of the Commander's Mansion, was so anxious that she hurriedly whispered to the maid beside her, "Hurry up and find the Commander again, Young Commander Yan is here, what is he doing!"

The maid hurriedly ordered everyone to go to the mansion to find Commander Yang.

"Really, why both Shaojun and Yanling are gone, I'm really dying of anxiety." Zhou Qian stomped her feet anxiously.

The purpose of hosting such a big banquet for Yan Xiaojie in the Commander's Mansion is to win over the relationship with the Northwest.

This person, all the dignitaries in the Republic of China want to win him over. If the husband and son don't come out, the stage set up by their Yang family will be given to others to sing!
Suddenly, there was a gunshot from the inner courtyard, and the hall suddenly fell silent. It seemed to be heard just now, but everyone didn't pay attention to it. Now there will be another shot, and it is actually heard from inside the Yang Mansion.

Yan Xiaojie raised his brows, curled his lips into a wicked smile, hooked a glass of red wine on the servant's tray, and joked, "Could it be that Commander Yang accidentally wiped his gun when he met a beauty?"

When everyone heard the words, they all laughed meaningfully. In order to attract Yan Xiaojie's attention, even if the commander's wife and several concubines were present, no one cared about the gunshot when the discussion started.

Anyway, Commander Yang already had a lot of flirtatious topics. There were eight concubines in the mansion, and there were a lot of courtesans outside, so he didn't care about multiple gossips.

Zhou Qian froze when she heard the gunshot, but being used to this kind of place, she immediately recovered her smile, quickly got a glass of red wine and greeted her, and walked to Yan Xiaojie's side as a master.

"Young Marshal Yan is here, the Yang Mansion is really full of splendor."

Yan Xiaojie raised his glass with a half smile, "Hi Madam Commander."

Just as Zhou Qian was about to speak, the servant girl who was looking for Commander Yang came in a hurry, with an extremely ugly face, and she winked at her.

Zhou Qian was terrified, she hurriedly pulled Zhou Ling who was squeezing over, and smiled apologetically at Yan Xiaojie.

"Young commander, I'm sorry, the commander was given a few glasses of wine just now, and he said he had a headache. I'll go and have a look, and I'll be here soon. This is my niece, Zhou Ling."

"Ling'er, stay with the young marshal well." She squeezed Zhou Ling's hand hard, and the rest was up to her.

Zhou Lingle went crazy, nodded vigorously, "Okay, okay."

"Madam Commander, please go ahead." Yan Xiaojie raised his glass, turned around and pointed his back at Zhou Ling to chat with others.

Zhou Ling was left alone, stomping her feet angrily, so she had to follow behind his buttocks with a wine glass, looking for opportunities to rub eyes in front of him.

(End of this chapter)