As if sensing his gaze, she turned around. The faint smile on her lips was so charming that it made all the concubines in the world pale in comparison.
Her ink-black eyes were as gentle as the blue sea. Just one look was enough to make people want to sink into them.
He seemed to have found his muse, Basil thought.
The peach blossom petals outside the window were still floating. Two petals were carried up by the wind and landed on her hair, as if they were kissing her fondly.
Was this person really not an enchantress who walked out of the peach blossom?
"Hey, blockhead, what are you looking at? Our Miss is already married."
When Xin Xin saw the burly foreigner looking at her young miss with a lecherous expression, she immediately stepped forward to block him and glared back unhappily.
Although she felt that the marshal was not good enough for her Miss, compared to the person in front of her, she was more inclined towards the marshal.
At least in terms of appearance, he was much better.
If Xunmi knew, she would definitely sigh and say that this was indeed an era where looks mattered.
Actually, Basil was not like what Xin Xin said. His facial features were typical of Westerners. They were very deep and well-defined.
Coupled with his blue eyes, he was very charming. It was just that his body was a little muscular, unlike the small bones of Easterners.
That was why he looked taller. However, Xunmi had seen many Westerners and did not think much of it.
"Xin Xin, don't be so rude. Good afternoon, Mr. Basil. Please take a seat."
Xunmi stood up and nodded slightly at the man with brown hair and blue eyes who was still standing at the door. She called Xin Xin over.
"Ah? Oh. "Basil was still in a daze and his reaction was a little silly.
His muse was actually married? No problem, he could just get a divorce.
"Mr. Basil, I think you should know the meaning of my invitation. I wonder if I can use this to exchange for a batch of medicine and ammunition."
Xunmi did not exchange pleasantries. She went straight to the point and handed over the things she had prepared.
That was only the first half of the production method. This time, she gave him rose perfume and women's clothes.
No matter what era or situation, a woman with such conditions would dress herself up beautifully.
Basil originally wanted to get closer to his muse, but he was attracted by the things in front of him.
Although they were only half finished, it was not difficult to see how the finished product would make women go crazy.
Especially this perfume. In the past, they used spices and essence. The smell was a little strong and could be considered a defective product. However, the profits were still huge.
And now, there was something even better in front of him. If it was manufactured, it would be extremely popular.
"If Mr. Basil thinks it's okay, why don't we discuss how much we can exchange for?"
"Once these two items are completed, I'm sure you know what kind of benefits they will bring to you."
Xunmi crossed her legs with one hand on her knee and the other holding the teacup.
Her fair and tender fingers were slender and powerful, and her shape was perfect. Even the best white porcelain was reduced to a foil for her.
Xunmi didn't know if Bazzle was bewitched or if the benefits were really great, but he gave a considerable amount. Xunmi was very satisfied.
"Then, I look forward to our next cooperation. Goodbye."
After the discussion, Xunmi did not stay for long. She still had things to do.
Bazzle reluctantly watched the delicate but arrogant figure disappear from his sight. He clenched his fists. It was not easy to meet her. He would never know if he didn't try.
That night, Bazzle began his pursuit.
Uncle Qiu looked at the red roses that were sent to him. It was as if the sky had collapsed. He almost fainted.
His first reaction was to throw the flowers away and send a telegram to the marshal.
After being told that the red roses represented love, confession, and deep love, Uncle Qiu panicked.
What if Madam was chased away? The marshal would definitely cry.
Although Madam liked the marshal, the marshal … Sigh, what a sin.
When the sinful Feng Yilin received the telegram, he seemed to be shrouded in a layer of darkness.
Liang Hui and Min Qiyang felt very guilty. If they hadn't come up with this idea, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
They looked at the man who was squatting in the corner with his head buried in his arms.
Love was really torturous.
"Yilin, why don't you go back? This …"
"I can't go back." Before Min Qiyang could finish, Feng Yilin interrupted him. The Japanese had suddenly launched an attack last night.
If they hadn't been on high alert, and if Liang Hui hadn't brought back the information, the central government would have suffered heavy losses. They might even have been destroyed.
But even though they had made all the preparations, many people were still injured.
The attack had just ended, and they hadn't had time to rest before Uncle Qiu's telegram arrived. This undoubtedly made Feng Yilin's already tense nerves even more tense.
They didn't doubt that if he was stimulated a little more, he would probably collapse.
"I'll go. There's no use for me to stay anyway."
Liang Hui thought that this was all his fault. The country and home, the country and home. Sigh.
Feng Yilin didn't say anything. Just as the two of them thought that he was going to indulge himself in his decadence, the exhausted man squatting in the corner stood up.
"No need. We'll start our counterattack tomorrow." The sooner he drove those things out of the country, the sooner he could go back to see her.
He strode away. His straight back carried pressure and responsibility that they couldn't understand.
The red cloth on his arm accentuated his glory and bravery.
Perhaps there were many marshals in this country, but there was only one Feng Army, and there was only one marshal in the Feng Army.
He couldn't be willful, nor did he have the right to be willful. He could devote his life to this country.
And for her, he was willing to sacrifice his entire soul for her.
"I'm so worried about Yilin. What if … Why don't we help him?"
Liang Hui and the others could feel the sadness on Feng Yilin's body, not to mention the helplessness and panic in his heart.
Although Min Qiyang was afraid of making a fool of himself, he also felt that he had to do something at this time.
After the two of them discussed, Liang Hui, the incompetent military advisor, came up with another bad idea.
Uncle Qiu received the telegram in the morning. He was so scared that his face turned pale.
His first reaction was to rush to the living room. "Madam, Madam, the marshal is injured. He's still unconscious."
Xunmi, who was holding a cup of tea, lost her grip. The cup fell to the ground, splashing pieces. The tea flowed on the white floor, looking particularly ugly, but no one was in the mood to care.
Feng Yilin was injured. How could it be? Her husband was so strong. How could he be unconscious?
No, no, it couldn't be.
She quickly got up, grabbed the bag next to her, and ran out. In her panic, she didn't even think to ask the baby.
Xunmi's only bottom line was her husband, but there was another thing that couldn't be touched. Her husband was injured, and he was unconscious.
Because it was an image she would never forget.
If Feng Yilin had the system, he would definitely hear: Ding! Your stupid teammate is online again!
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