Mr. He, a middle-aged man, conducted a comprehensive analysis.
Generally speaking, the situation... can still be almost stable.
At least...there won't be any problems or deviations like this.
"It seems like there won't be any delay."
"Then I respect you and Anon and please stay here for now."
"After you kill these hundreds of thousands of Japs, you can fly to Qingcheng to take charge of the overall situation."
"Everything is progressing smoothly."
"I seem to have seen a great future waving towards me."
"Respect... Anong..."
"You are my right-hand man and the people I trust the most."
"You must not disappoint me."
"If the situation of the three-legged confrontation comes to a complete end, we should advance together and retreat together."
"If I can go up to the nine heavens to pick the moon, and the sky is filled with stars, I should let you all pick them..."
The officer smiled slightly and his words seemed casual.
But it adds some affirmative tone to the casualness.
After such words are put in place, the basic meaning to be expressed is very obvious.
The rhythm and everything...stable as ever.
For a moment...everything followed...it felt much more stable.
The main thing is reality.
To put it roughly, it means: If I have a mouthful of meat, you will definitely have soup, and it is still broth.
"Anon can follow his superiors in this life. It is a blessing that Anon has cultivated for three lives."
"Anon... I really don't dare to ask for anything else."
"Wish to win the heart of one person..."
"I only wish... to live forever... to accompany the commander, and to serve the commander... in front of and behind the horse."
"I even hope that one day I can take a bullet for the commander and die..."
"That way, I will die a worthy death."
"Being able to exchange my life for the life of the officer is the most noble meaning of my life!"
"Sir..."
Hoarse...
So much for sincerity!
The middle-aged man beside him had goosebumps all over his body.
What a picture of harmony between the king and his ministers...
At this moment...
"let me out!"
"let me out!"
"Why are you locking me up!"
"Uncle!"
"Uncle!"
"what you do!"
"I want to see my aunt!"
"You all get out of here!"
"Come here again, and I'll slit my throat with this piece of porcelain!"
"roll!"
"Everyone get out!"
Bang bang bang...
Bang...
The noise continues...
On the stairs, a young and beautiful young woman pointed a piece of white porcelain at her neck. At this moment, her neck had been slightly cut open, and gurgling blood was flowing bit by bit along her neck, which was as white and tender as a white swan...
The picture looks particularly desolate...
The feeling of desolation and desolation... was immediately apparent.
For a moment, my whole body... started to feel cold... and continued to feel cold.
Then he shivered...
That taste and feeling surged in my mind, and finally... broken... broken...
"Isn't this...Miss Yufei?"
"Sir, you..."
The man in black, Mr. Nong, looked up and said subconsciously.
But he soon realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Crazy...
Do you dare to take care of the chief's affairs?
"Sir."
"If nothing happens, we'll leave first."
"Sir, this matter... should not expand its impact."
"I also hope that for the sake of the great cause, the commander will exercise restraint."
"If you want to be foolproof, you need to control your nature..."
"The impact of this matter is far-reaching and cannot be expressed in a few words..."
"Please sir...don't be careless..."
"Sir..."
The sound of silence followed, and the waves in his eyelids trembled.
Teeth...gritting loudly.
Thoughts... going crazy bit by bit...
In the end... the current situation was formed, the current situation.
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, couldn't hold back and said a few more words.
"Jingzhi, this is my housework, so don't interrupt."
"I can handle this."
"If anyone outside dares to talk nonsense, his tongue will be cut out."
"We are in love, why not?"
"The present is not the feudal era before."
"Aren't those foreigners talking about love all day long?"
"In front of love, there is no concept of age or ethics."
The chief nodded and then spoke confidently.
"love?"
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth violently...
At that moment, I almost lost my breath...
Can we stop talking nonsense like this...
Pulled over.
That’s too much nonsense.
You see, that girl has already threatened to cut her neck with a piece of porcelain...
Is this what love should be like?
The middle-aged man, Mr. He, pursed his lips and was finally pulled out by the man in black.
This problem is very confusing and unsolvable...
…
In the hall, the debate continued.
The sounds of crying, accompanied by scoldings, reached my ears.
Mr. He, a middle-aged man, stood at the door and was unwilling to leave for a long time.
"Mr. He."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Isn't what the commander just said clear enough?"
"He has already said that this is his family matter and we should leave it alone."
"That's a commander, not one of our subordinates."
"Even if it's our subordinates' housework, we can't get involved."
"Sir, you can play whatever you like...what does it have to do with us?"
"Stop imitating Wei Zheng, it's useless."
"Our chief is not as good-hearted as Tang Taizong."
"Even a wise emperor like Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty has never had the desire to kill Wei Zheng."
"So Mr. He, as long as the superior is happy, we subordinates can indeed turn a blind eye appropriately."
"It's not realistic to keep all eyes open."
The mutterings followed, and the number of complaints continued to increase.
That's pretty much it.
There is no need to continue talking about all kinds of nonsense.
"Of course I understand the truth."
"only……"
"It's just a little emotional."
"The same woman..."
"Different circumstances."
"At that time, Miss Yu Fei basically threw herself into the arms of Commander Fang Yu."
"But what about Commander Fang? What did he do? Return the jade to Zhao intact? He didn't do anything. He showed noble moral character and integrity."
"And what about our side?"
"Miss Yu Fei wants to live or die, but the commander treats her as a forbidden wife..."
"Why……"
"What can I do if I can't help myself... I can't do anything if I can't help myself..."
"How sad."
"When this kind of sadness comes through, there is no taste at all."
"The end...everything...is over...
The sound of muttering to oneself followed...
The feeling of emotion... gradually increases.
Mr. He, a middle-aged man, couldn't explain what kind of strange feeling he was feeling now.
It just feels like an era is over.
At this moment, he seemed to be remembering the previous era...
