Feng Yilin, who was in the middle of a meeting, heard the sound of a pig being slaughtered outside. He reflexively replied, "What?"
After a while, his angry voice almost blew the roof off. "Liang Hui, you bastard. I'm going to kill you."
All the officers present were stunned by the marshal's actions. They couldn't help but breathe lightly, afraid of being affected by the marshal's actions.
At the same time, they lit a candle in their hearts for the person who was shouting outside. What a brave man to make the marshal so angry.
Mr. Liang Hui, a brave man, was so miserable that he wished he could turn back time.
When he appeared in the meeting hall with a mouth full of foam, he had already thought of countless ways to make up for it.
Min Qiyang, who was in the room, had already quietly concealed his presence and tried to pretend he was invisible.
He was determined not to let the marshal remember that he was the one who suggested sending the yellow roses yesterday. This was too cruel. _ (: з _ ∠) _
"Quick, send a telegram to Uncle Qiu and tell him not to send it."
"If he does, tell Uncle Qiu to tell your wife that it was a mistake. He was going to send red roses, but forgot to mention the color. Uncle Qiu bought the wrong one."
Yes, Liang Hui's idea was simple and crude. He wanted to shift the blame to someone else.
If he could salvage it, then so be it. If he couldn't, then he would force it.
Otherwise, he would really be miserable. He hadn't lived long enough. His heart was tired. Why didn't he think more about it last night?
Everyone present knew that Xunmi had come to the military base a few days ago to give them important military supplies.
Although they didn't understand what they were talking about, the marshal's wife was Miss Qi. They immediately urged the marshal to go.
It was obvious that the matter was urgent. They didn't have anything important to do at the moment, so they could prioritize private matters.
In fact, it was also because they were very grateful for Miss Qi's actions. A woman who was strong enough to take charge for her lover deserved their recognition.
Feng Yilin didn't waste any time. He left the group behind and ran off.
Liang Hui followed quietly behind him, trying to think of other ways to atone for his sins.
Sigh, why was it more tiring to help someone else woo a wife than to woo one himself? Liang Hui was deeply distressed.
Feng Yilin nervously sent the telegram and leaned against the wall. His back was covered in cold sweat.
What if she really left? He wanted to go back to find her regardless of everything, but he couldn't leave the country.
He didn't want to abandon it in front of his country. It was said that one could only have a home with a country. Without a country, there would be no home.
In the past, he had never thought that there would be someone more important than his country. Even so, he could not really give up on his country.
He was Feng Yilin, the marshal of the Peach Blossom Province's garrison, the commander of the Feng army, and the general of this country.
"Don't worry. She loves you so much. She will definitely wait for you to return."
"You, on the other hand, don't make her worry. Just like what she said before she left, bullets have no eyes on the battlefield. Accidents can happen if you're not careful."
"She's still in Peach Blossom Province. As long as you return safely, you'll definitely be able to see her."
Min Qiyang, who had followed him, stood at the door for a long time before he opened his mouth to comfort this iron-blooded man who he had never seen show such a weak and helpless side.
As the saying goes, even heroes have a weakness for beauties. He only hoped that she could continue to persevere and wait for him.
It was all their fault in the past. If there was a chance, he would definitely apologize to her.
Feng Yilin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was nothing but a sharp coldness in them.
He hid everything in the depths of his eyes, covered with a layer of darkness. No one could see it clearly, and no one could understand it.
After seeing this scene through BaoBao, XunMi rubbed her chest, her lips lifting into a light smile.
How could she not understand the things in her husband's eyes?
He was Feng Yilin, a native of the Feng family in this world. He was not just her husband.
The responsibility he bore was not only for himself, but also for the Feng family and the entire country.
She understood and supported him. Wasn't it precisely because her husband was so affectionate and righteous that she became more and more infatuated with him, to the point where she was unable to extricate herself now?
Just reduce the hatred value by ten. Seeing that you make my heart beat so much.
Her pursed lips curled up on both sides, and a pink blush appeared on her fair face. Her eyebrows were also dyed with light joy.
It was already afternoon when Uncle Qiu received the telegram. Looking at the words on it, he almost burst into tears.
Why was it so difficult for the marshal to please the madam? It was his fault. He should have asked the flower seller.
He hurriedly went to find the madam to explain, but he couldn't find her after looking around. Only after asking the guard did he know that the madam had gone out. Fortunately, she didn't take anything with her.
No, he had to buy another bouquet of flowers.
After arriving at the destination, Xunmi walked into the underground laboratory. She had set up the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams here. Even if outsiders knew that there was a secret here, they couldn't enter.
As for the people inside, if they wanted to come out, they just had to pull the bell on the wall without any hindrance.
When entering, they needed to verify their identity. If they were right, the people inside would pull the bell. If they made a mistake, they would fly into a rage, and all their efforts would be in vain.
"Xunmi, you're here. Look, this is our newly designed portable large submachine gun."
Chen Nanqing was lying on the test bench, drawing something. When he felt the light around him dim, he looked up and saw the person clearly. He happily raised the drawing in his hand, like a child asking for praise from his parents.
Xunmi looked at each stroke on the paper seriously. She couldn't hide her astonishment.
This was a heavy machine gun that could only be made in the future. As expected, a genius could become a genius as long as you put in a little effort.
"Qingqing, you're amazing. I thought I would have to wait for a while."
Chen Nanqing was very happy to be praised, but he didn't take the credit alone. "This is all thanks to Brother Luo Shang, Sister Weiwei, and Jiajia. If they hadn't given me all kinds of suggestions, I wouldn't have been able to draw it."
Luo Shang and the others, who were immersed in trying to make grenades, heard their names. They looked up and nodded at Xunmi, then continued with their work.
For these people with lofty ideals, nothing was more attractive than the fruits of their labor.
"What do you lack? Give me a list, I …"
Before Xunmi finished speaking, a piece of paper full of words appeared in front of him.
He silently swallowed the rest of his words, took it, and looked at it for a while before putting it in his handbag.
"I'll give you the materials in five days at the latest. As for the gunpowder, I'll leave it to you. Please be careful."
"Don't worry, we all know. Xunmi, go do your work. We don't have anything to do here."
Chen Nanqing said with a smile. It sounded like he was chasing her away, but in fact, he didn't want to waste her time.
They all knew that she was very busy. After all, she was in charge of the two groups.
They suddenly remembered that when they found out that the arrogant and willful young lady of the Qi family from the Peach Blossom Province had married the Marshal, they were very angry and felt that she was not worthy of the Marshal.
But now, they felt that her love was worthy of the Marshal's protection and everyone's respect.
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