"Of course the treasure can only be opened in front of the old man. How can we enjoy it first?" Xue Xiang shook his head and rejected his idea.
An Weihong pondered undecided. He knew that Xue Xiang would never show his grandfather a fake thing, but he didn't understand why he would give such a good thing. Although the antique market is basically paralyzed now, such good things are absolutely impossible.
It was also extremely easy for Er Baqian to get rid of him. Could it be that he wanted to ask his grandfather for something? Seeing that he was not old enough, it must be for family matters, yes, it must be like this.
An Weihong was indeed a smart person. He guessed Xue Xiang's thoughts. Now that he knew what Xue Xiang meant, his suspicions were naturally gone: "Brother Xue, I have basically understood your purpose of coming. Do you want to borrow the money from me?"
Why don't you meet the old man when you present the treasure? But in this case, this treasure has nothing to do with me, and this can't be considered as helping me, brother."
Xue Xiang didn't expect him to be so alert and guess what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Wei Hong, what you said makes sense. This calligraphy and painting is my birthday gift to the old man. Your birthday gift will naturally be wrapped up on me. I promise
It's definitely not inferior to Sister Hongzhuang's "Catkins". Besides, the old general's birthday hasn't come yet, so if you send it to me now, you can't just watch it when your brothers and sisters present birthday gifts."
An Weihong saw that Su Zizhan's calligraphy was definitely out of reach, but it would be nice to get one that was no worse than "Catkins", so he immediately agreed: "I won't worry about Brother Xue San's treasure anymore. As promised,
I'll leave it to you for my birthday gift. Just ask me how much it is, I'm buying it, not asking for it. I don't dare to use the birthday gift I gave you to the old man in vain."
"Okay, take care of me." Xue Xiang and An Weihong had a few glasses of wine. A bottle of Port was about to be finished. An Weihong's two guards, who were being helped by the waiter and were lying on the sofa, woke up. The two guards fainted.
After pondering for a while, he realized that he had been knocked unconscious. This was really embarrassing to his grandma's house. As soon as they stood up, they rushed towards Xue Xiang, but An Weihong shouted to stop him: "You guys still
As for the Central Guard Corps, they haven't even been able to withstand a single move from my brother. It's embarrassing. Come on, you two don't follow me anymore. I'll ask Lao Wang to arrange a unit for you later." It's not that Xue Xiang's fighting ability is superior.
There were too many two guards. First, the two guards underestimated the enemy, thinking that the opponent was just an ordinary young man and did not kill him. They tried their best; second, Xue Xiang shot too quickly and hit the vital point, causing the two of them to instantly lose their ability to resist. Originally,
The fierce battle has also become Xue Xiang's personal performance.
Hearing what An Weihong said, the two people's expressions changed drastically. They knew that with this arrangement, they would lose the opportunity to advance forever. The leader's personal guard at that time was a bit like the servants of military generals in the late Ming Dynasty, relying on each other as servants. The leader would
Guards who have been used for a certain period of time are assigned to the army and are in charge of the troops. The guards also regard the chiefs they protect as their masters. In the early days, there were conflicts between the chiefs and the guards on both sides had fights. It can be seen that the guards of senior chiefs are actually
Confidant.
Xue Xiang knew that his quarrel had ruined the future of the two soldiers, and he felt sorry for himself. He said: "Wei Hong, I just took advantage of others' unpreparedness and it was just a fluke. I still know the abilities of the two guard brothers. They are definitely guards."
You are the best in the group, aren't you making your brother a bad person by making such a fuss?"
Xue Xiang spoke, and An Weihong had to give face. First, he was really afraid of him. Even though two guards were standing beside him, the cold feeling in his bones always reminded him not to offend this smiling tiger; second, he still had hope.
He was helping him get his grandfather's birthday gift, so he had to give him face. Besides, he was just taking the opportunity to knock off the two guards. After all, he had been with him for so many years, so he couldn't just change them.
An Weihong waved his hand and said: "For Brother Xue's sake, let this matter go. You will be more vigilant for me in the future. Don't let me lose the head on my neck one day and you still don't know what happened." He never forgot the broken body.
glass.….
The two guards nodded gratefully to Xue Xiang and saluted Hua Weihong without saying anything. An Weihong ordered the two guards to settle the bill and asked Xue Xiang to stay short, and then took him home later.
Xue Xiang got up and went to Kang Tong to get a long red wooden box, and told Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian to go to work first. He had something to do here and it was not convenient to take them with him. Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian knew about Xue Xiang
When the child was ready, he said, "Be careful," and then strode away.
……….
General An is a member of the J Committee. Although he has an independent residence in the palace, he does not like the solemn and solemn atmosphere there, so he simply lives in the Songzhu Zhai on Wangfu Street. The Songzhu Zhai is a large courtyard house, covering an area of three
It has more than an acre and is called Songzhu. As the name suggests, green bamboos, pines and cypresses are widely planted in it. Xue Xiang was led by An Weihong through the guard post and into the courtyard. This is an atypical courtyard in the capital, with a large courtyard and not many rooms.
, unlike ordinary quadrangles with houses built on all four sides, this unique quadrangle has only one main house with a courtyard underneath. The courtyard is spacious and open, with plenty of sunlight and a wide view. In addition to the scattered pine formations,
In the bamboo forest, there is a pavilion built to the west on the left side of the courtyard. The pavilion is surrounded by flowers and plants. Although the flowers and plants are not famous species, they are ordinary folk vegetation, but they are fragrant and bloom brilliantly. The pavilion is surrounded by flower beds.
, there are only four rows (four sounds) left in the flower garden for people to walk. There are lilacs, crabapples, elm-leaf plums, mountain peach blossoms, etc. planted in the flower garden. Various potted plants are placed in the pavilion, occupying the 15-square-meter pavilion.
More than half of it has been planted. There are potted plants such as pomegranate trees, oleanders, golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, rhododendrons, gardenias, etc., and some have even produced fruits. On the right side of the yard, a half-acre vegetable border has been opened, and the vegetables in it are growing well.
Cucumbers are green, peppers are bright red, and tomatoes that are half green but not red hang like fat dolls on the branches. This season is a good time for flowers to bloom and butterflies to dance. The flowers and trees in the courtyard are sparse, elegant and pleasant, and the fragrance comes from a distance.
Attacking people is like walking on a sea of flowers and plants.
Xue Xiang followed An Weihong through the bamboo forest and pine formation, followed the path among flowers and grass to the pavilion, passed through the row of nurseries, and came up to the pavilion. There were three people in the pavilion, and a guard stood aside. There was a stone table in the middle.
, two old men are sitting on the stone bench playing chess. The old man on the left has white beard and hair, a round face, a flat nose, a shiny complexion, and a rosy complexion. He is obviously old but not old and is well maintained. The old man on the right has black hair and no beard.
He has big ears, a straight nose and a wide mouth. It is difficult to tell his age from a distance, but upon close inspection, the dots of age spots on his face and his sparse hair all indicate that he is an old man.
The white-haired old man held red, and the black-haired old man held black. Chu, He and Han were already in close combat, and the fight was inextricable. Xue Xiang followed Hua Weihong as he approached the table, and no one paid attention to their arrival. An Weihong was accustomed to it and stood quietly.
Watching the battle from the sidelines, Xue Xiang imitated everything and would not speak out. On the chessboard, the main force of the red chess piece still had two horses and one cannon, while the black chess piece only had two cannons and one rook. Judging from the strength of the troops, black chess had a slight advantage.
Advantage, judging from the current battle situation, Black is in dire straits. The red side's two horses have entered the middle palace, and the two horses are about to kill the general. Black's rook and two cannons can barely cross the border, and the attack is weak.
Unprepared. The white-haired old man took a sip of tea, knocked down the table, and hummed, "The sky that liberated Q is a clear sky, and the people who liberated Q love it so much...", with a smile on his face, and shook his head. The black-haired old man said
He shook the cattail leaf fan faster and faster. In fact, the cool breeze in this pavilion was refreshing and tight. It was no less comfortable than the air-conditioned rooms in later generations. There was no need to use a fan. The black-haired old man's eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter.
His hands moved over his own chess pieces, apparently deducing the situation of the battle.
"Lao An, give up and admit defeat. It's my turn to win. If I hadn't underestimated the enemy and rushed forward in the previous rounds, I'm afraid you would have lost a lot." The white-haired old man took a sip of tea and squinted his eyes to persuade the black-haired old man.
The white-haired old man was so proud that he tried to persuade him to surrender...
When Lao An spoke, the identity of the black-haired old man was self-evident. In fact, Xue Xiang had long expected that the black-haired old man must be General An. First, he stood behind the black-haired old man during the Anwei macro-war, and his closeness was obvious; secondly, he looked like a black-haired old man.
At such an old age as the old man, there is no need to dye his hair, obviously for the sake of being on camera.
General An put his tea cup on the table and said, "Old Qian, Old Qian, you lost four out of five games, and you still have the nerve to say that you underestimated the enemy and rushed forward. Why don't you say that you are not good at chess?"
If you love to look for subjective reasons and ignore objective facts, you will make mistakes if you don't learn dialectics well."
"Come on, come on, don't give me a big lesson. I know you are a political worker. Let's not get involved in this when we play chess. I'm not good at chess? Why did you lose? You should have beaten me.
Ah." Old Man Qian said with his eyebrows raised and twitching, gaining the upper hand.
"Did I lose? This round isn't over yet. You old boy got proud too early."
"Then you should keep going. Don't just talk but don't practice. If you don't keep going, of course you won't lose. With your character, Lao An, you won't lose."
"you"
General An was blocked by Old Man Qian on the scene, and he was almost blocked by his moves on the chessboard. He was in a dilemma, staring at the chessboard in a daze. Old Man Qian was enjoying his tea and humming his revolutionary tune.
"Hey," General An exclaimed in surprise, then cheered and threw the cattail leaf fan to the side: "Old Qian, watch the trick!" After saying that, he pulled the artillery in the middle back from the front line and clung to the soldiers on the cross star.
He guarded the penultimate line and guarded against the wretched horse that Old Man Qian would become.
Old Man Qian spat out a sip of tea: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could you think of this? You must be cheating."
"Hey, hey, here we go again, it's like this every time, but it's boring. I didn't steal the pieces, let alone move the pieces. There are only five people here, and no one said a word, calling you an old boy, now
It's my turn to deal with you."
Old Man Qian was speechless for a moment, and the duck flew away.