Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 58 The Beauty Under the Moon
The night was deep and the surrounding was silent, Zhi Changsheng quickly drove the car back to the palace, got out of the car when he arrived at the place, and a servant on duty came up to lead the two masters back to the residence; In the East Wing next to the main room, they said good night to each other.

As soon as Feng Jiu saw Hong Si's figure leave, the smile that had been maintained all night was inadvertently disappeared, as if the leaves of the blinds were snapped down.

When Feng Jiu returned to the East Chamber, Qiu Sheng, who had already heard the sound, held back her yawns and wanted to serve her, but she stopped her.She asked the woman on duty to bring her a basin of warm water, washed her face carefully, and changed the water to wipe her sweaty body.

Feng Jiu was absent-mindedly washing up, and the figure of Fourth Miss He staggering past her kept coming to mind: how pitiful, how pitiful that woman looks in despair of love.

That charming face mixed with despair, sorrow, small hopes, and full of pleading... The look of carefully trying not to make yourself annoying to the person you love, suddenly overlapped with the image of the deceased mother, and wrote two large characters out of thin air Show her - "Humble".

What a good negative textbook, Fengjiu sincerely thanks her husband, an old lover, for teaching him this lesson.

Feng Jiu casually changed into a lilac-colored plain crepe satin pajamas, and climbed onto the kang to sleep—there were walls at both ends, Feng Jiu was a little unaccustomed to it, but she managed to fall asleep.

There were not many servants left in the palace, and her sleep quality has always been surprisingly good, but for some reason, she might have recognized the bed and woke up in the middle of the night. Looking at the small clock beside the bed, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night .

After tossing and turning for a while, Feng Jiu still got up, put on a thin cashmere blanket, and walked through the long verandah. The clear moonlight in early summer sprinkled the buildings and courtyards, shining brightly everywhere; The pine green window frame is very beautiful.I don’t know how many souls are wandering in this century-old palace, but Feng Jiu is not afraid—she is also strange, afraid of real animal specimens, but not afraid of invisible "ghosts" that most people in the world are afraid of .

Feng Jiu felt that the Shuncheng Palace at night was much more pleasing to the eye than during the day.Her heart slowly calmed down, and her sensitive nose suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and she suddenly thought of the pot of epiphyllum during the day.

Is it already opened?There is no one to appreciate the flowers, which makes people feel a little regretful about its "lonely blooming with no owner".

Feng Jiu was charmed and attracted by this faint fragrance, and walked all the way to the East Flower Hall.

Sure enough, the flower buds of the epiphyllum twisted its mouth more and more upturned, and the deep purple slender needle-shaped receptacle wrapped around it has burst open, and the fist-sized flower buds have cracked a not too small crack, as if a mysterious world is about to unfold .

Epiphyllum is also called "Beauty under the Moon". At this time, the moonlight shines in through several green-framed flower windows in the flower hall. Feng Jiu is sitting on a large armchair, leaning sideways, resting his chin, quietly waiting The beauties on the small table are blooming.

Epiphyllum has no leaves, but some leaf-like stems, like emerald green dragon claws.Slowly, as if something that had been imprisoned for a long time broke out of the cocoon, it broke free little by little, stretched its arms, and a lotus flower platform as white as snow rose out of the sky, stretching its slender white petals, revealing The velvet-yellow stamens inside emit a rich fragrance.

This precious flower is more like a beautiful woman in a snow-white veil, standing proudly in the night, so beautiful... so arrogant.

At this time, the graceful figures of Feng Jiu and Epiphyllum were both bathed in the moonlight, falling on the terrazzo floor, and it was impossible to tell which one was the beauty under the moon.

It's a pity that it didn't take a while, just two cups of tea, Feng Jiu watched helplessly as the snow-white petals of the incomparably beautiful beauty began to shrink, roll back, and close, and just like that, the head drooped and fell off; just as An exhausted dancer, after contributing the most exciting dance, has no strength left, and finally cannot leave the curtain gracefully.

...Didn't it drive wildly just now?

Fengjiu's sleepiness hit him, and he tried to open his eyes to see that the coldness that had condensed in his heart tonight had long since disappeared, replaced by a kind of sober joy: just for the splendor of this moment, it takes a whole year to save Is the power worth it?Are you excited?Maybe for some people, it's very exciting.

Obsessed with obsession.

Feng Jiu smiled and went to sleep, loving someone.There seemed to be the sound of footsteps in the distance, a little heavy, probably because Ning Zheng, who had been drinking, came back. He walked back and forth, getting more and more anxious, and seemed to yell during the process.

She muttered vaguely: "Fool...", and then fell into a dream.Feng Jiu is like this, once he has a conclusion, he can put aside his worries and fall asleep without worries.

Suddenly there was a slight smell of alcohol approaching her, and something hot was close to her face, as if someone was looking for a place on her face to speak, after a while, the sleeves of Feng Jiu's pajamas were peeled up Peeling, the elbow was immediately engulfed by something hot, and the meaty part was grinded hard for a while, and then Feng Jiu lightened his body, and there were soft words accompanied by the mellow aroma of red wine, " It’s such a worry-free little thing, I’ll take it with me to change places after I sleep.”

The sky was already bright, Feng Jiu knew that he was waking up late today - also, he was too busy last night.

She wasn't surprised that she woke up in the East Wing, because she didn't struggle so seriously before falling asleep in the flower hall last night, and then she felt that Ning Zheng would definitely find her, so she fell asleep in peace. At that time, She really didn't want to walk back with her legs because she was too sleepy.

She didn't realize, or just habitually refused to think about why she was so sure about Ning Zheng.

Looking at the sunshine in the room, Feng Jiu knew that Ning Zheng didn't draw the curtains: after all, they have been married for so long, Feng Jiu doesn't like the eccentricity of pulling the curtains, how could he not know.

When I woke up, I was still full of energy, but I felt a little awkward, and my heart was still a little uncomfortable. Later, Fengjiu found that he was tilting his head, his face was stuck to a smooth skin, and there seemed to be something in front of him, Xiao Xiao standing upright.

Fengjiu blinked, blinked again, and finally confirmed that it was the cornel bean on Ning Zheng's left chest, and she was lying on his chest: thanks to the two years of marriage, she also loved Ning Zheng's body. It is familiar.

Fengjiu Qijie: Isn't it good to sleep well? No wonder I have nightmares in the second half of the night. In my dream, I was forced to move bricks to build the Great Wall. I often had a big rock on my back, and I couldn't stand up. Due to the arms on the back.

She hurriedly rolled down from Ning Zheng's body, and smiled unconsciously, suddenly recalling the feeling of last night, that smile, and finally slowly retracted, her face also became cold, looking very difficult to get along with.

As soon as Feng Jiu went down, Ning Zheng also woke up: They young men had a quarrel until midnight yesterday, and they didn't find Feng Jiu when they entered the east chamber, but he was so anxious that he was sweating, and he didn't feel much drunk He was also completely awake; he knocked on the door and asked about the sound of autumn, but it was also a useless effort; later, when he was blessed, he suddenly remembered that before going to the banquet, Fengjiu seemed to be very interested in the pot of epiphyllum that he loved to bloom in the middle of the night, so he found the East Flower Hall all the way, as expected, Feng Jiu curled up in the armchair and slept soundly. Fortunately, he knew that he was covered with a blanket and didn't catch a cold.

The moment he suddenly opened his eyes, he happened to see Feng Jiu examining himself with a cold look: he was very familiar with this look, didn't he receive it countless times before marriage?
His heart trembled, and he immediately woke up. What happened? Did something happen that he didn't know about?

He moved his face closer and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter, Qingqing?"

This "Qingqing" was very smooth, as if he had always called her that.

"Qingqing" is one of the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest" Langya Wang Rong's wife's pet name for him. The prudish Wang Rong was not happy at first, thinking that his wife was "disrespectful", and advised her not to do so in the future .Unexpectedly, this lady who did not know which famous family she came from boldly replied: "My relatives love you, so you should be Qingqing; if I am not Qingqing, who will be Qingqing?"

Don't let me kiss you, who do you want to kiss you, you bastard?It is estimated that the "beautiful look" Wang Rong was very proud when he saw that his wife loved him so much, and he acquiesced since then.

Feng Jiuxin sighed: Ning Zheng has too many advantages, and he can do what others can't - for example, Zhang Daqian faked something, and Ning Zheng's loss was not insignificant, but he was able to let it go , And forged a good relationship, which is very rare.

Fengjiu believes that he may just be lacking in the word "love", and no one is perfect; fortunately, he has also recognized the facts, so this kind of thing should not delay the two of them being a pair of close friends. Appreciative husband and wife; although he is very "qingqing" to himself now, according to his consistent love character, who knows what will happen in the future?

So be it.To ask for more is to force.

Feng Jiu laughed again, and Ning Zheng let out a sigh of relief, and kissed her lips again and again, "Why did you look at me like that just now? Don't you know me?"

"Well, I was born by Yu Tuo, I heard that Yu has a bad memory..."

"Have a bad memory?" Ning Zheng pretended to be thinking, "This is easy to handle. I will remember everything when I get familiar with you every morning."

He held Feng Jiu's body sideways, and started to walk up and down with both hands. After a while, he didn't forget to grab Feng Jiu's hand and send it to himself. In fact, since the last time in the hot spring, Feng Jiu has not resisted this much. behavior.

But this morning was different, Fengjiu suddenly became very resistant, no matter how Ning Zheng coaxed her, her resolute attitude of exerting all her strength explained everything; although Ning Zheng was still smiling, the warmth in her eyes But she fell down quickly. Sure enough, the initial feeling was right, and she retreated to the position where she was satisfied with being a relative with herself.

Thinking of this, he let go, but still hugged her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, one hand got into her pajamas unwillingly, and stroked her smooth back comfortingly.

It should be what happened last night that made her change so much. Could it be that she saw He Si's entanglement with her?Although He Si rushed over to kiss him, he failed; he was also afraid that He Si's lipstick would leave marks on his face, so he took out the pocket towel and rubbed it again, then threw it back in disgust. Yuheli at the entrance of the hotel.

Ning Zheng stopped forcing her, and began to think quietly: If there is affection between husband and wife, this kind of half-forced half-forced can be called boudoir love; if it is one-sided, it will become dirty and ugly, he understands it very well.

The two had a simple breakfast after getting up, Fengjiu still has half a day left today, and she will leave for Fengtian in the afternoon.In the morning, she planned to visit Qiaozhi and Xiuwei.

At this time, Ning Zheng received a sudden call from the old man, and only then did he know that his father had arrived in Peiping from Tianjin last night, and he was now working in Huairentang: the old man has always been elusive, in order to prevent anyone from guessing his travel schedule , To ensure personal safety, his strategy has been around for a long time, and it is also very effective.

The old man made an additional request and asked Feng Jiu to meet him.

After hearing this, Ning Zheng told Feng Jiuyi that both of them fell in wonder.

Ning Zheng had no choice but to drive Feng Jiu to Huairen Hall, and asked the adjutant Ke Weili, who came to report this morning, to drive another car, and waited for the old man to see Feng Jiu, and then he would escort Feng Jiu to see Qiao Zhi, and of course Wen Xiu Wei.

Huairen Hall is located in Zhongnanhai, the Forbidden City. It was originally the Yiluan Hall where the former Empress Dowager Cixi lived and where she died. Shuai is no exception.

Huairen Hall is a gray Bowa Xieshan-style two-volume hook-up building. It has red ancient copper coins and rhombus pattern windows, skirt boards and sash rings are carved with five blessings and Pengshou patterns at the bottom of the swastika pattern, and red porch pillars. luxurious and dignified atmosphere.

Feng Jiu stood still, admiring the ill-fated palace, which had been burnt down several times and then restored.

Ning Zheng sighed and said, "Who would have thought that it would be here," he stretched out the toe of his boots to touch the ground, "A railway used to pass here. Cixi took a small train to and from Jingqingzhai every day to check Guangxu's homework." The construction of railways in the Forbidden City was also a scene in China at that time.

"This prodigal old woman!" Feng Jiu said bitterly.

Ning Zheng smiled and pinched her cheek, "You really hate her."

"Which Chinese would not resent her? Among other things, look at the Yiluan Palace, how beautiful it is, it is all handwritten by the Lei family. Their Lei family style room has been handed down for seven generations. , Summer Resort... They were all designed and built by their family." Feng Jiu's eyes lit up as soon as he mentioned this.

"Our antique shop has received a lot of Lei's 'hot samples', that is, architectural models, made of cardboard, sorghum straw and wood. The materials are ordinary, but once they are ironed with a soldering iron and wax plates, they are exquisite. It’s admirable—you can see the lower layer when you lift one layer, and it’s a pity that this kind of craftsmanship has been lost. We all liked to play with it at the beginning. Cixi is so shameless that she still has to rebuild the quilt The Old Summer Palace was burned twice, and Lei Zhang was forced to rush to work day and night, and two generations of Lei's family were so exhausted, how could she speak like this?"

The style house was the department in charge of palace construction in the previous dynasty. Seven generations of the Lei family were in charge of the case, leaving many royal gardens, mausoleums and palaces with distinctive Lei family characteristics to Beiping City.

"A family of Lei, half of the history of ancient architecture", these cultural relics represent the highest architectural level in China, thanks to the contributions of several generations of the Lei family.

As soon as Feng Jiu scolded Cixi, he couldn't hold back his mouth, Ning Zheng squeezed her hand comfortingly.

At this moment, the side door of Huairen Hall opened, and a middle-aged Japanese man with a Chinese character face, a Rendan beard, and a suit was followed by a middle-aged Japanese man who was not tall and wore an Anguo army uniform. A young man in a school uniform, the two were arguing quietly in Japanese.

When they looked up and saw Feng Jiu and Ning Zheng, they were all taken aback, and then they greeted each other with a military salute.

Ning Zheng and Feng Jiu returned the gift and parted ways after exchanging a few pleasantries.

Feng Jiu only felt that Ning Zheng was obviously more intimate with that officer, but as for that man...he looked at Ning Zheng just now, although there was a simple and honest smile on his face, but it made Feng Jiu feel that there was a sharpness hidden in his smile edge.At this time, Feng Jiu had already walked a few steps beside them, and couldn't help but look back, just in time to meet the man who shot back at the same time, both of them were stunned, they had to smile again, and turned their heads.

Ning Zheng introduced to her in a low voice: "The middle-aged man is called Kenji Doihara, who was an advisor to the Japanese army sent by the Kwantung Army to his father. , whose name is Araki Goro, and whose Chinese name is 'Huang Mu', he is the captain of the Model Team of the Ning Army's Third Front Legion, and he is very loyal to my father and me."

In fact, since the beginning of the last century, Japan has always had great ambitions to move the entire country to the Northeast.For this reason, they cultivated the old man as an agent, but they did not expect that the old man only took money and did not work, and even formulated a policy to introduce a large number of Chinese people to leave the customs and take root in the Northeast, which caused a surge in the population of the Northeast and made the Japanese dream come true again and again. stymied.

However, the old commander naturally couldn't completely offend them, so he had to accept the military adviser sent by the Kwantung Army already stationed in Fengtian. The contract was signed every three years and changed at that time.

Fifteen years ago in the Republic of China, there were at least 15 people who had served as Japanese military advisors to the old commander. They were distributed in Fengtian headquarters, Jilin and Heilongjiang military offices. Those who played roles include Lieutenant Takeo Kikuchi, a son of the Japanese aristocrat who was the same age as the old man, Major Machino Maima, who was an instructor at the Jingshi Police Academy, and later Colonel Nanao Matsui. Of course, there was also a post-war Class A war criminal who later became the commander of the Kwantung Army. Ben Zhuang Fan.

Ning Zheng led Feng Jiu through the front hall of the carved beams and painted buildings into the main hall, and saw the old man greet him. Feng Jiu hadn't seen his old man for more than half a year. He was wearing a blue robe and a black mandarin jacket, and he was still so energetic , a pair of slightly drooping eyes that were almost exactly the same as Ning Zheng shone with loving light.

"Bong Jiu is here? Come on, come on!"

He waved his arm to let Fengjiu into the spacious office, then blocked it with the same arm, and said to Ning Zheng with a straight face: "You don't have to come in. Wait for your wife outside."

Ning Zheng had no choice but to sit down on the couch and wait patiently, wondering what his father was going to say to Feng Jiu.

After greeting his father-in-law with a smile, Feng Jiu took a brief look around the office, and it didn't look much different from the study in the Shuai's mansion - a huge red sandalwood coiled dragon openworked with two sinking desks, official hat chairs, large and small The black buffalo leather sofa, the tall bookcase, the scattered blue and white porcelain vases, and the many ornaments on the ancient shelves, if there is any difference, it is probably a few red palace lanterns hanging from the beams, as if to remind again, There once was a greedy, incompetent and vicious woman who ruled the world.

There is a pair of couplets pasted behind the desk. It is no longer the one in the Shuai Mansion that reads "I have nothing to say to others before I read it." Scattered and lacking in writing power, it looks like the calligraphy of the old handsome.

Feng Jiu thought about it for a while, this couplet should not be made by those masters since ancient times, such as the couplet of Ouyang Xiu's self-encouragement in the Shuai's mansion, but the old man wrote it himself.

Comparing the old man's life and management of the army and officials for so many years, Feng Jiu sighed: Although he does not have much culture, the transparency and insight of the old man is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Jiu girl, I came to you today because I wanted to ask you... You also know that the terrible Northern Expeditionary Army has gathered again and is about to hit Beiping. Tell me, I will continue to fight with them, Or should we just go back to our hometown in Fengtian, once the gate is closed, we can be happy?"

Feng Jiu was dumbfounded, such a major national event, is the old commander sure to discuss it with himself, a person who is concerned about the situation, but I am afraid he does not have much insight?

Feng Jiu suddenly thought again that his father-in-law was extremely superstitious, maybe he just thought he was an auspicious person, just like the Seventh Aunt he always brought with him, because he felt that since he accepted this to play "fighting" with him "Shihu" is a young lady in Tianjin Xiaoli's mother's "Tianbao Class" who can always play together. She has good luck all the way, Wangfu, so she always walks with her.

Maybe it's because of similar reasons, so I want to ask for ideas?Probably dying of illness and going to the doctor indiscriminately.

Feng Jiu sighed softly, and raised his eyes to look directly at this generation of heroes, "Father, everyone has a dream that they want to realize in their entire life, and your dream... has already come true."

"Hehe, it's time to wake up, right?" The old man turned his head to look at the Xifu Begonia trees outside the window after hearing this.

Begonia flower, also known as "Jieyu flower", is blooming gorgeously in this season, pink and white bowl-shaped flowers, small wine cup-shaped buds that will not open, pitching and scattered, colors are dark and light, one by one, matching With bright and delicate green leaflets, it can be called green temples and red faces, densely packed, surrounded by bees and butterflies, very lively.

Feng Jiu cleverly did not answer, let the old man ask and answer, and suddenly heard the old man say sadly: "These crabapple trees, the crabapple fruits in autumn are delicious, this year... I'm afraid I won't be able to eat them."

Fengjiu smiled and comforted, "Father, the eight-lens crabapple fruit in our Fengtian commander's mansion is also delicious. Last fall, my second sister-in-law and I made crabapple jam and dried fruit together, and even grandma praised our craftsmanship. "

When the handsome man heard this, his eyes lit up, "Well said! Well said! Jiu girl, you are this 'Jie Yuhua'!"

Ning Zheng was waiting outside, when he heard his father laugh out loud, he was startled for a moment, then smiled thoughtfully.

After a while, the old man personally sent Feng Jiu out, and explained a few words with a smile. Feng Jiu said goodbye to the old man, and then Ning Zheng escorted him to the gate of Huairen Hall.Ke Weili got out of the car quickly, and Ning Zheng watched their car drive away before turning back to Huairentang.

(End of this chapter)