"Three days, okay, this time is not long." Yang Tianfeng patted the table gently, smiled happily, and said, "Old Zong, I still have some things I want to hear from you."

Zong Baichuan was in a good mood. Yang Tianfeng's favor and reliance gave him great strength. He seemed to be more than teenagers younger and full of energy. He returned to the time when he first arrived at the Yang family and got Yang Zongjing's reliance and obeyed his words.

To fight against foreign countries, one must first settle the internal situation. Yang Tianfeng already had a preliminary plan in his mind, but his subordinates with varying quality are a big obstacle. He must sort out the internal situation as soon as possible and concentrate on external affairs.

Things finally got a little nervous. Yang Tianfeng closed his eyes slightly, leaned back in the chair, and gently rubbed his temples.

Meng Qiulan cleaned up the tea bowl and walked behind Yang Tianfeng, rubbed him for a while, and said softly: "Tianfeng, let's take a break soon!"

Well, Yang Tianfeng agreed, stood up, and changed into his pajamas.

"Tianfeng, I'm in the outer room. If you have any questions, call me." Meng Qiulan put down Yang Tianfeng's clothes and said with a smile at him.

"Let's sleep together!" Yang Tianfeng almost blurted out for some reason.

Meng Qiulan blushed, probably thinking of the tenderness in the garden during the day, and said hesitantly: "But your body——, mother-in-law will be unhappy."

"I just want to sleep with you and don't do anything else." Yang Tianfeng sat on the bed with a teasing smile on his face.

Meng Qiulan thought for a while, nodded slightly, walked to the outer room to check, then walked into the bedroom and started taking off her clothes.

Yang Tianfeng looked at her carefully. His imagination never exceeded that of holding her in his arms, although he knew that there was actually something far more than that, because she was his woman.

Meng Qiulan's clothes slid down, first with her slender waist and then with her slender and blurry hips. She looked at him inquiringly as she stepped out of the petticoat, and then carefully covered the petticoat on the chair.

Yang Tianfeng felt that the scene was so familiar, it was very similar to when he and she first met. At that time, he tried to pretend to be sophisticated, but he was in a mess with her constant inquiries.

"Do you like to turn on the light or..."

"Why don't you take off your clothes?"

"Do you prefer a girl with small feet?"

"Do you want to do it again? You ask me? If you pay, I'd like to."

"Will you come to me again? Do you like me?"

"My parents sold me since I was a child. Would you really take me out of here?"

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In the middle of the night, the Yang Family Manor fell into silence. A crescent moon hung in the sky, and the black shadows of the trees were still moving, like monsters posing in formation. It seemed that a light smoke was cage on the ground, hazy, as if he had fallen into a dream.

Zhao Yurou was wrapped in brand new gauze on her head, lying on the soft bed, her eyes blinking silently. Li Yuehua and Hao Jiaqi were lying on her clothes together, sleeping soundly.

There is only one death in the ages. Who would have a glimmer of hope? Although there are very few people in this world who have never thought of committing suicide, there are very few people who have the courage to commit it. It is better to live without a chance of death. This sentence explains everything.

After a strong momentum at that time, Zhao Yurou fell into a coma for a long time. After waking up, she basically gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide. Her own psychology was on one hand, and Hu Zi's intimidation and comfort were on the other hand.

"Our young master said that the forced melon is not sweet. He will not force you again in the future, but will ask you to be willing. If you dare to die again, the young master said that you will be beheaded all your classmates and be buried with you..." The vicious words always echoed in Zhao Yurou's ears, making her feel chilled. How could there be such a shameless and vicious person that makes people dare not die.

Zhao Yurou remembered her parents, brothers and sisters, and classmates who went south with her. Her eyes became wet, and two tears flowed silently.

They are a group of enthusiastic revolutionary young people, with lofty ideals, keen views and jealous of all unfair and upright character. But just like ordinary young people, they lack tenacious patience and necessary hardships, are irritable and have a good impulse when encountering things. More importantly, they lack social experience and experience, have never trained in a complex environment, and do not know the sinisterness of the outside environment.

At the beginning, they were walking on the road singing, lying on the song, and were passionate and passionate in order to liberate from the family cage, to breathe fresh air of freedom, and to be about to devote themselves to the vigorous anti-Japanese war; now, they can only be locked in this prison-like courtyard and live a prisoner-like life.

There is always a gap between ideals and reality, and even an insurmountable gap.

Zhao Yurou sighed silently and turned over and sat up. She was a little thirsty. Although she was served by a maid, she didn't want to greet them.

"Ah!" Li Yuehua was awakened, and reached out and grabbed Zhao Yurou's arm in a daze, and shouted in panic: "Don't, don't look for short-sightedness. We must persevere and endure."

Hao Jiaqi was awakened by the noise, and she was sleepy and grabbed Zhao Yurou with one hand and slashed the myopia mirror she placed at the bedside with the other hand.

Zhao Yurou was a little amused, but she was also moved by the worries and care of these two good friends.

"Don't worry, you two, I just want to drink some water." Zhao Yurou explained with a wry smile, and she struggled gently, but she didn't break free from the clutches of the two of them.

Li Yuehua blinked and signaled Hao Jiaqi not to let go. She turned over and got out of bed and said, "Drink water, I'll take it to you."

"You--" Zhao Yurou was helpless, sighed softly, and said, "I've already thought about it. Don't be so nervous, okay?"

"What did you think of?" Hao Jiaqi finally put on glasses and stared at Zhao Yurou suspiciously and asked, "Be the third concubine with peace of mind? Let's be treated preferentially."

"Nonsense." Zhao Yurou gave Hao Jiaqi a blank look, took the water handed over by Li Yuehua and took a sip, and said slowly: "Do you still remember what we said on the road? Even if success is far away in the sky and the road is rugged and changeable, we must move forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties; even if failure is right in front of us, we must stick to our beliefs and be determined."

"Remember." Li Yuehua nodded, and the few small freckles on her face became more and more obvious because of excitement. "We must be as brave as the seagull written by Gorky."

"Brave, of course we must be brave, but I don't know what will happen in the future? Also, are they being given to the Japanese?" Hao Jiaqi sniffed and said with some concern.
Chapter completed!