"Ghosts, I told you that all the men are killed." Hao Jiaqi said: "They went to see it, and they were all piled up and burned to ashes. I didn't dare to see it. It smelled so smelly that you could smell it from afar."

"Stop talking nonsense, why are you my man?" Zhao Yurou said angrily.

Hao Jiaqi smiled and joked: "I've been worshipped and entered the bridal chamber. Why aren't you still your man? Third young lady, I'll accept it when I see you!"

"You, if you talk nonsense, I'm really annoyed." Zhao Yurou glared at her eyes and her breathing became rapid.

"Don't be angry." Hao Jiaqi quickly stepped forward to apologize, and finally let Zhao Yurou calm down for the time being.

"You said, why did he do this?" Zhao Yurou said with thoughtful thoughts around her hair with her fingers wrapped around her hair.

"No matter why he is, anyway, he kills the Japanese to fight against Japan, so we will support him. Besides, he may be really for you! The hero is sad to pass the beauty!" Hao Jiaqi said, "By the way, you asked me to come and talk to you? We are very busy. We were having a meeting just now, discussing the resettlement of victims tomorrow, expanding anti-Japanese propaganda, and preparing to welcome the county magistrate to the city!"

"I have no conscience, I'll leave me here and ignore it." Zhao Yurou gave Hao Jiaqi a blank look.

Hao Jiaqi lowered her head and said in embarrassment: "To be honest, your man--"

"Don't call that." Zhao Yurou interrupted Hao Jiaqi in shame and annoyance, "It's not that he has no name."

"Oh, Yang Tianfeng, he has changed a lot." Hao Jiaqi said thinking: "Wearing a straight military uniform in the National Army, he looks particularly energetic and heroic. Moreover, his eyes give people a feeling of being arrogant without anger. Yes, he is not angry with himself. Perhaps it will be different from the past after killing someone!"

"You are still my good friend, how can you help him speak good things?" Zhao Yurou said angrily: "You forgot that he caught us, if it weren't for him-"

"If it weren't for him, we would have been to the Japanese prison." Hao Jiaqi smiled bitterly: "Today Feng Deguang took people to the prison and released some detained anti-Japanese suspects. He heard that people were beaten to pieces and were dying. There was also a female prisoner who was even more miserable... When I think about it, I was scared."

Zhao Yurou was speechless, sighed slowly, and said, "Where is a person, can she be saved?"

"I've been sent to the clinic, and I don't know if I can save it." Hao Jiaqi's voice fell, and a crystal light flashed behind the lenses. "We are very lucky compared to those people. Although you--he didn't force you, it's not. I feel that he really likes you, so he tolerate you very much and is silently helping us."

"Yes, but I don't like him!" Zhao Yurou sighed in distress.

Hao Jiaqi was also helpless and patted Zhao Yurou's hand gently and said, "There's nothing to do. Be kind to him and beg him to let you go, go to Wuhan, or go somewhere else!"

Zhao Yurou suddenly slapped her long eyelashes and said in confusion: "Where are you, aren't you with me?"

Hao Jiaqi hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhao Yurou with some apology, and said, "This hasn't been decided in the end. However, your man, no, Yang Tianfeng once said to us: Where is not important, what is important is what can be done. If you want to be more comfortable, go to Wuhan or the rear, shout slogans, post slogans, and give speeches with thousands of students who went south. If you really have the ideal of saving the country and the people, it is better to stay here and do something for the country and the people. Of course, the conditions are more difficult and the environment is more dangerous, but it can better show our spirit. You think that such an opportunity that can reflect personal value is not something you can encounter at any time."

"He is so cunning and knows how to use provocation." Zhao Yurou said with a bitter face, "We are the ones who follow the leader of Senior Wang. According to his temper, after hearing these words, they are most likely to stay."

"Senior Wang means this." Hao Jiaqi nodded and said, "He has been appointed as the director of the temporary disaster victim resettlement office and is trying to solve the living problems of the victims in the city. These victims have lost all their money and have no food and clothing, which looks really pitiful."

"He is not the county magistrate, so he dares to appoint officials?" Zhao Yurou curled her lips.

"Now he is the boss of the city, and everyone has to curry favor with him." Hao Jiaqi laughed and said, "The house you live in now is the former traitor county magistrate. Even if the county magistrate enters the city, he still has to give him three points of face. At least he has to act at the beginning. As for us, we are not a fan of the official, as long as we can do practical things, we will be satisfied."

Zhao Yurou pondered and tugged her hair in annoyance for a while, "You are all satisfied, but I am as a third concubine, and I can't do anything. I am locked in a cage like a bird..."

Hao Jiaqi hurriedly advised him to comfort him. When Zhao Yurou calmed down a little, she gave her advice, "You tell him kindly, don't annoy him. If you tell him like this... you can both stabilize him and live a fulfilling life. As for the future, there will always be a solution."

Zhao Yurou blinked her eyes, thought for a while, then lifted the quilt and said, "Okay, I'll talk to him now."

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Wang Jinqing's seventh concubine walked in slowly. The woman with a long and beautiful body had no characteristics on her melon-shaped face, but all parts were placed just right, and she was also a girl with bright eyes and white teeth.

He was dressed very modern, perming his hair, but a little messy; he was tracing his eyebrows, wiping powder, and lipstick, but he fell a lot because he was imprisoned for too long; he was wearing a yellow Indian silk cheongsam with many wrinkles on it.

Yang Tianfeng looked up and looked at it briefly, continued to write something, and asked casually: "Tell me, what important things should be told."

The seventh concubine was originally a child of a poor family. She was less than ten years old and could help her father with her work. When she was fourteen or five years old, she was already promising like an adult. She was handsome and had a very beautiful eyebrows. Sometimes she stood on the street at the door. No matter how many girls around her were, her body and appearance were particularly eye-catching.

However, a poor and helpless life can only bring misfortune to girls in the old society. The better they grow, the more misfortunes they may be. Their young hearts first responded to the God of Destiny, but most of them finally succumbed to it. In despair, she saw her appearance in the mirror and realized that she could only rely on her youth.
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