For more than a month, Chu Liangxiao had a nightmare almost every night.
She dreamed of a man covered in blood, standing in front of her bed and looking down at her, motionless, with a scary green light in his eyes.
Although the man in her dream was terrifying and had caused Chu Liangxiao to wake up screaming from her sleep many times, she never scolded him for this. Instead, she longed to be killed by him in her dream!
That way, she would no longer feel guilty towards him.
Because this man's current situation, where his life or death is uncertain, is directly related to her.
Tonight, Chu Liangxiao saw this man again.
But now Chu Liangxiao was not dreaming, why did she see this man, Tang Peng, alive and lying lazily on her bed?
Tang Peng was lying on the bed, holding a Ms. Green Moore cigarette in his hand. He looked at Chu Liangxiao and asked calmly: "Why did you put on a white shirt? Who are you trying to tempt with your shirt?"
Chu Liangxiao's body suddenly stirred, and she woke up. She subconsciously reached out to cover the skirt of her clothes, and also covered the red spring beauty. She half-opened her small mouth and murmured: "Tang Peng? You - are you Tang Peng?"
Tang Peng raised his legs and sat up, putting the cigarette on the ashtray: "What do you think makes me not like Tang Peng?"
Still stupid, as if seeing his first love after three years of separation, Chu Liangxiao asked: "Isn't this a dream?"
Before Tang Peng could say anything, Chu Liangxiao suddenly smiled.
That smile was like the spring breeze blowing through the peach orchard, causing thousands of peach blossoms to bloom in an instant. The whole bedroom lit up: "Haha, this is not a dream, because when I pinched myself, it hurt! You are Tang Peng
, you are indeed not dead, you are finally back, and I finally don’t have to have that nightmare anymore!”
Mayor Chu is indeed a mature woman. After seeing her little lover appear in front of her like a magic trick, she did not run over screaming and hug his neck like those immature girls.
She wrapped her two strong and slender thighs around his waist, kissed him wildly, and said what was in her heart very sensibly.
"Of course I'm not dead, my life is in danger. Of course I want to come back, because there are people here that I can't let go of."
Tang Peng took two steps forward, tilted his head and looked at Chu Liangxiao and asked, "Let me ask you, who are you trying to show off with your shirt?"
Chu Liangxiao's white little feet took two steps forward on the scarlet carpet, and her eyebrows showed a playfulness that was completely inconsistent with her age and identity: "I said you were the one performing for you, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it." Tang Peng shook his head: "Because you don't know I'm coming tonight."
"But this dress is specially bought for you."
"Are you trying to make me happy?"
"Is that necessary?"
"Yeah, that's right. It seems like you've been looking forward to me coming here?"
"I did have this idea, but I didn't expect that one day you would actually come here."
Chu Liangxiao crossed his arms on his chest, raised his beautiful chin slightly, and said with a smile: "I bought this dress at the end of last month. I know how big it is for you..."
Before Chu Liangxiao could finish speaking, Tang Peng interrupted him: "Do you have a tie?"
Chu Liangxiao nodded: "Yes, the tie was given as a gift when I bought this dress. I don't want it for free, but the color is not very nice. It is sapphire blue, and I don't like it."
"But I like—where's the tie?"
"In the closet." Chu Liangxiao turned to look at the closet.
"Hold on."
Tang Peng snapped his fingers, walked to the closet, opened it, and saw a sapphire blue tie.
Chu Liangxiao looked at Tang Peng walking over and asked, "Do you want to put a tie on me?"
Tang Peng did not deny it. He raised his hand and put the tie around her neck: "If you want to play with the temptation of a shirt, not having a tie is as awkward and uncoordinated as cooking without salt or riding a horse without a saddle."
Seeing Tang Peng tying his tie and buttoning his shirt seriously, Chu Liangxiao put her little mouth to his ear, blew lightly and asked, "Do all men like this style?"
"I don't know about others, but at least I love them."
Tang Peng buttoned the last button, took a step back, and looked Chu Liangxiao up and down: "Do you know what to do next?"
"Well, now that I'm wearing a white shirt, how can I not know what to do next?"
Chu Liangxiao sighed lowly, held her wet long hair with her left hand, put her toes on her toes, and gently swayed her waist. She walked to the bedside table, bent down, pressed her hands on the cabinet, and let the hem of her shirt appear behind her.
With a hemispherical arc, he turned to look at the man following him: "Are you still going to take a shower?"
"I can't wait, I really can't wait."
Tang walked behind her and slowly lay on her back, greedily breathing in the sweet fragrance of her body, and slowly slid his hands along her waist.
…
"Young Master, the old man has already rested. He said you don't have to wait any longer."
After the third uncle closed the door, he walked up to the young man, bowed slightly and showed respect.
The young man was not surprised by this result. He raised his head and looked at the nearby woods. His eyes finally fell on the shadowy lights in the distance below the mountain. He smiled and said, "Well, I understand. What else did grandpa say?
?”
The third uncle looked at the lights at the bottom of the mountain and said clearly: "The old man said that this matter ends here, and he also said..."
"Third uncle, if you have anything, just say it."
The young man touched his young face with a calm expression.
The third uncle hesitated for a moment and then said: "The old man said that you went too far this time. You really shouldn't have made such a big fuss because of a butcher. Even Jinghua was alarmed."
A smile appeared from the corner of the young man's mouth, and turned into a sinister expression: "Actually, I don't want to do that to a butcher. However, if I don't put a little more pressure on him, he won't transfer the equity so quickly."
Raising his hand to grab a branch extending horizontally above his head, and pulling off a green leaf, the young man said: "Third uncle, you tell grandpa tomorrow. Since the butcher is so knowledgeable, then I don't need to deal with him and Pan Dongdong anymore.
"
"OK."
The third uncle nodded: "However, the old man also said -"
The young man frowned: "What else does the old man say?"
"The old man also said that you should not be responsible for this matter in the future."
After the third uncle finished speaking, he lowered his head: "Let you do what you should do with peace of mind. You have wasted too much good time during this period."
"Waste? Haha."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then sneered silently: "Then did grandpa tell you who will be in charge of this matter?"
The third uncle uttered two words: "The flowers are wrong."
"Wrong flower!?"
The young man's eyes narrowed, his face became darker, and he said calmly: "Grandpa, do you think she, a female member who cannot be included in my family's genealogy, can take my place?"
The third uncle stared at the ground: "I don't know the specifics. But the old man has told me to hand over the entire 'Long Dynasty' command to her, including the key - the old man admires Mr. Hua very much and has already given her the key."
Nineteen days ago, she was instructed to stay in Beijing from now on. I think this may be related to the trip to Iraq, right?"
"A trip to Iraq? Haha."
The young man's eyes flashed, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became thicker: "Yes, she was able to come back alive from Iraq not because of her great fortune, but because of Tang Peng... However, only she can survive in such a dangerous situation.
Come on, I haven't forgotten to set a trap for that country bumpkin. Well, it seems that her plan is indeed superior to mine, and she should take over my position to do this."
The young man put his hands behind his back, turned and walked towards the door: "Okay, please tell my third uncle to Grandpa, and say that I will do things according to his instructions, and I will work hard from now on."
The third uncle raised his head, watched the young man walk four or five meters away, and suddenly said: "Young Master, the old man has a few more words!"
The young man stopped, turned around impatiently, and said coldly: "Uncle Third, you should have told me right away."
"This is a poem."
"What poem?"
The third uncle said slowly: "Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the black beans to make juice. The bean sprouts are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They grow from the same root, so why fry each other in a hurry?"
What the third uncle said is a poem, the "Seven Steps Poem" written by Cao Zhi in the late Three Kingdoms period.
According to legend, when Cao Pi succeeded to the throne and became emperor, he was jealous of Cao Zhi's talent and was afraid that he would compete for the throne, so he wanted to find an excuse to kill Cao Zhi.
At a banquet, Cao Pi ordered Cao Zhi to compose a poem within seven steps, otherwise he would be beheaded.
After hearing this, Cao Zhi was filled with grief and indignation. Thinking that his brothers had turned against each other, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Filled with resentment, he composed this poem in seven steps, which meant that the brothers were forced too hard by frying the beans.
, killing each other is against the laws of nature and intolerable to common sense - for thousands of years, this poem has become a common expression for people to advise people to avoid brothers fighting against each other and killing each other, and it has been widely circulated.
After hearing the third uncle read this poem, the young man suddenly turned around and stared at the door, his eyes changing constantly.
The third uncle stood there quietly, as motionless as a wooden man.
After a long time, the young man slowly exhaled a long breath, turned around and walked towards the door: "Okay, you go tell grandpa, I understand!"
After watching the young man's car drive away, the third uncle turned around and walked to the door, whispering: "Old man, the young master has left."
For a long time, there was no sound from the house.
When the third uncle was about to retreat, an old sigh came from the crack in the door: "Alas - he, in order to become the best leader of the third generation of the family, has become a little obsessed and will do whatever it takes. This time...
If it weren't for the sake of his father who died young, how could I have tolerated his crime of leaking secrets? Oh, what an injustice, maybe I have done too many wrong things before, and I will finally get retribution."
The third uncle lowered his head and remained silent. From the woods not far away, there was the sound of the night wind rustling the leaves.
After a long time, the old man's voice sounded again: "He will not give up like this. Wu Chengsan, if one day I am gone and he violates the rules in my last words, then you have the right to activate 'Atlantis'."
'The plan... give that thing to the country, including all the secrets. Even if I die, I will not allow him to use those things to harm the country and the people. A man can do whatever it takes to fight for power, but he must not bring trouble to the people!"