Chapter 1442
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"Second Master." The adjutant beside him lowered his eyes respectfully.
His footsteps stopped. Because the brim of the hat was lowered, half of the young man's face was hidden underneath. Only a section of his snow-white jaw could be seen. But even so, with that half-exposed jaw and sexy Adam's apple, one could roughly guess the young man's appearance.
As he slightly raised his eyes, the pair of long eyes under the brim of the hat were revealed. The eyes were long and narrow, dark, cold, and very cold.
Jing Yanxiu indifferently lowered his long eyelashes, his snow-white long fingers on the holster slightly rubbing. His voice was cold and unhurried. "Return to the residence."
"Yes!" The adjutant replied in a low voice.
A black Plymouth car was parked on the side of the road. Jing Yanxiu walked in front, the adjutant followed behind. Arriving at the car door, a soldier carrying a Type 8 rifle respectfully opened the car door and saluted the indifferent man in front of him.
As Jing Yanxiu sat in the car, the soldiers who were originally standing solemnly in the pavilion immediately carried their guns and walked to the back of the car.
After the army left, the passers-by at the train station gathered together to discuss what had just happened.
"Such a huge army, this person should be Second Master Jing, right?"
"Isn't Second Master Jing in Nanjing leading the army against the Japanese? Why did he suddenly come back? "
"Who knows? But I think that with Second Master Jing's means, Nanjing should be safe and sound now. That's why he came back."
"Hey, you don't know! Nanjing has already been lost. The Blue Sky White Sun Flag fell long ago, and a white background red sun was hung there! "
"What the f * ck are you talking about, do you believe that I won't beat you to death? Is this something you can talk about?!"
"I'm talking nonsense? You still don't know, Second Master Jing came back this time because he was seriously injured, so he specially ran back to Beiping to recuperate! I think, it won't be long before Beiping also falls! "
"Are you talking like a human? What good will it do you to lose Beiping? Or have you already become a f * cking traitor?! "
The people at the train station were almost all tangled up together, and it was chaotic.
But regarding the sudden return of Second Master Jing, everyone had their own thoughts and guesses.
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Commander's residence.
"Outside the pavilion, by the side of the ancient path, the fragrant grass reaches the sky …"
After passing through a long corridor and a large courtyard, the old house in the front courtyard was decorated with western furniture. Servants in plain clothes were walking towards the front courtyard in an orderly manner with cups of tea in their hands.
Reflecting the sunlight outside, the phonograph in the front yard was playing a song, and the melodious singing slowly came from the front yard.
The camera panned over and saw a dignified, white-haired old lady in an emerald green cheongsam walking around the courtyard. She glanced at the door from time to time. Every time she couldn't see the person she wanted to see, the old granny's eyes were filled with disappointment.
The old granny was a little worried as she waited. She said to the person behind her, "It's already so late. Why isn't Yan Xiu back yet? Did something happen on the way?"
Behind him, the woman who was sitting on the chair and listening to the music covered her mouth and smiled. She stood up gracefully, her bright red cheongsam outlining her graceful figure. Although this woman was over forty years old, she was still charming. Her jet-black hair was tied up in a hand-style wavy hairstyle, sexy and charming. Her red lips were also captivating.
The woman walked over and held the old granny's hand. She smiled and comforted, "Mother, you're too impatient. What time is it now? It's still early!"
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