Songcheng, Dahuo District, Xinnan Road, Qianshu Alley, narrow shanties.

A small kerosene lamp was on, and two young girls were huddled in the light. The light was weak and cramped, and the two girls seemed to be huddled in a small cardboard box.

"Asian summer."

"Huh?" Li Qianxia didn't look up, holding a book and reading it. Recently, she has gradually become accustomed to the vertical layout.

Xu Fenfang sewed a few stitches on her clothes, and then said: "Someone came to Ah Qing again today and asked me and Ah Qing to match you up."

Li Qianxia is very popular.

If you take off your clothes, your figure will make girls cry "Sister, kill me"; if you wear clothes, your figure will be graceful and make men salivate.

The originally youthful and bright ponytail was styled into a 1928 braid. Sometimes the braid hung in the middle of the chest, and the pressed shape was full of the temptation of life.

Not to mention that face. Yesterday, a newspaper reporter paid her to be the cover girl.

The newspaper is the famous "Songcheng Pictorial", and the cover characters are usually female stars and celebrities in the theater and film industry, world-famous socialites, ladies and gentlemen, and innocent girls from school.

In the previous issue, it was Chunhuang who had just arrived in Songcheng!

It can be safely said that as soon as a famous lady appears on the cover, the number of men chasing her will immediately triple.

So now, Qian Shuxiangzhi said about Li Qianxia's appearance, not to mention her beauty, "Songcheng Pictorial even asked her to be the cover girl!"

"Set me up? Is it that Awen again?"

"No, another one, Awu."

Li Qianxia smiled and turned the page of the "Articles of Association for the Advancement of Women".

Hearing her smile, Xu Fenfang became more energetic. She stopped the needle and asked her in a low voice: "Are you interested? I will answer you tomorrow and arrange for you two to go see a movie together."

"What?" Li Qianxia said with a smile, "I laugh because sometimes Awen and sometimes Awu are just like the dynasty Ma Han, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu under Bao Zheng."

Xu Fenfang didn't understand what was so funny. This was the limitation of the times.

It is said that one can tell what kind of era it is from the names of people of a generation, such as Jianguo, Weiguo, Zixuan, Zixuan, and Zixuan.

Now everyone laughs at Zixuan, Zixuan and Zixuan, but Zixuan, Zixuan and Zixuan don't find anything funny.

"Then are you interested in Ah Wu?" Xu Fenfang asked.

Li Qianxia raised her head and wanted to say something. After thinking about it, she simply took out another newspaper from her side.

"Did you see it?" She pointed at Li Changzhou in the photo.

"Second Master Li?" Xu Fenfang looked at her carefully, then raised her head to look at Li Qianxia, ​​"You want to be his concubine? Don't dream... But you are so beautiful, you really have a chance, and your concubine doesn't care about her background."

"What! Do I want to be his concubine? What I mean is that my significant other must be as handsome, as powerful, and as loving as him."

"I love you?" Xu Fenfang asked doubtfully.

Li Qianxia took a peek at the bed to confirm that everyone was asleep.

She got a little closer to Xu Fenfang and whispered: "Actually, I am Li Changzhou's sister, but because I was poor when I was young, I gave my daughter away."

Xu Fenfang raised her fist and lightly tapped Li Qianxia on the back.

"Stop talking nonsense!" she scolded with a smile.

"Who are you talking nonsense?" Li Qianxia pursed her lips and smiled, "Take a closer look."

She put Li Changzhou's face in the newspaper together with her own.

"Isn't it similar?"

Xu Fenfang didn't take her seriously at first, thinking she was joking. But when she saw it, she found out that it looked a bit like her.

"What you said...is true?" Xu Fenfang was not sure.

Li Qianxia covered her stomach and laughed. Xu Fenfang knew that she had been deceived and angrily pretended to prick her with a needle.

"Hey, Ah Fen, don't make trouble! The needle is used to sew your wedding dress, and it won't be good if it sees blood!"

“It’s good to have a little bit of red when getting married!”

"That's in bed at night!"

"You rascal!"

The two girls quarreled for a while, then each read a book for a while, did needlework for a while, turned off the kerosene lamp, and lay down on the bed.

"Axia."

"Um?"

"Don't tell anyone that I changed the material of my clothes. I'll buy you a pair of shoes."

"Just don't let them discover you. My mouth is tighter than your stitches."

After saying a few words, Xu Fenfang yawned and fell asleep.

When she fell asleep, Li Qianxia opened her eyes. In the middle of the night, her eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky.

He left the rental house quickly and quietly, and transformed into the yard, where the snowy owl plunged into the night.

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Songcheng, Xicheng Gate.

It was a dark and windy night, and the body of a tall, thin middle-aged man was hanging on a high tower. The wind blew occasionally and turned gloomily.

At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow, but the body did not spin and was swept away by the wind.

Far in the night sky, the snowy owl flapped its wings and followed it as if gliding.

The wind blew by, and the corpse floated, landed on the Eight Immortals Bridge, and got into a house.

The snowy owl swooped down and landed on a willow tree by the pond in the yard, its golden eyes piercing the glass.

"Uncle, bring me back." The wind stopped and turned into a strong young man.

There were seven or eight people sitting in the small living room, some in military uniforms, some in suits, and some in long gowns and cheongsams.

"I didn't expect that little brat Li Changzhou didn't fall for the trick." The man sitting at the top, wearing a military uniform, said viciously.

"It seems that instigating him to rebel will not work." A man in a suit muttered.

"In my opinion, just beat him to death," said a man in a long gown playing with iron galls.

"No." A woman in cheongsam said, "No matter whether we did it or not, the commander-in-chief will definitely think that we killed him. The best way is to instigate him to rebel, assassinate the commander-in-chief and his uncle, and let the commander-in-chief personally

Go ahead and kill him."

"But Li Changzhou doesn't accept this trick." The man in the iron-courage gown said, "So what if I kill him? There is no evidence to prove his death. Even if the commander is suspicious, how can he give up on me? He only has a son left."

"That's not appropriate." A man in a suit said, "The handsome man is ruthless and insists on doing things his own way. No one knows what he will do if he offends anyone."

"Now that Li Changzhou wants to build a workers' dormitory and give every worker a job, we might as well give him a stumbling block."

The uncle, Li Bichang, is sitting at the top. He is as tall as a hill.

"How to make it a stumbling block?" he asked, obviously leaning towards this plan.

"Let the people from the beggar gang go to the porridge shop to get porridge. Everyone goes there, every day, and makes trouble from time to time; then they go to build the dormitory, work slowly, grind slowly, but they still get their wages - one or two make trouble

, he may be able to manage the Beggar Clan, which has more than 3,000 people. It depends on how he manages it, how much porridge he can give."

"What if he uses force? The Marshal gave him the patrol." asked a man in tattered but neat clothes, who was the leader of the Beggar Clan.

"So what?" Another woman in a dress answered.

She smiled and said: "The patrol chief is one of ours. Even if we have to obey Li Changzhou's order to dispatch the police, we will just let the brothers of the Beggar Clan go to the prison to eat a few good meals."

"That makes sense!" Everyone also laughed.

"Don't worry, Dundun will have chicken legs!" The patrol chief was there.

Li Bichang looked at the leader of the Beggar Clan.

The leader of the Beggar Clan clasped his fists: "Uncle, just wait and see the show."

Li Bichang nodded and said: "But these are just trivial things. We must let the little brat spend all his money."

"Don't worry, sir." Another man in a suit said with a smile, "We have martial arts gym owners, financial tycoons, gangsters, and police officers here. Without our cooperation, what can that kid do?"

Li Bichang looked around at the group. Without these people in front of him, it would be difficult for anyone to move in Songcheng.

He couldn't help laughing, and everyone started laughing too.

When the laughter stopped for a while, someone suddenly said: "Uncle, I have another way."

"There are so many ways!" The cheongsam woman covered her mouth and smiled.

Everyone laughed again.

"There are not too many ways, just say it!" Li Bichang said boldly, feeling that he could accomplish anything at this time.

"My uncle has been in the army since he was a child. He has been invincible in every battle and conquered every attack. Isn't the reason why Marshal Li would consider this weakling Li Changzhou because there has been no war for a while?

"I heard that the Song family and the Zhao family are going to fight recently. If you can convince the commander-in-chief to unite with one of them to start a war again, you won't have to watch Li Changzhou pretending to be powerful in the city, while he can't do anything.

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To be continued...