Songcheng, Dahuo District, Xin Nan Road, Qianshu Alley, narrow shantytowns.

The small kerosene lamp was lit, and two young girls were huddled in the dim, cramped light, as if they were huddled in a tiny cardboard box.

"Early Summer".

"Hmm?" Li Qianxia didn't look up, holding a book and reading. She had recently gotten used to the vertical layout.

Xu Fenfang sewed a few stitches on the clothes, then said, "Someone came to see Aqing again today, asking me and Aqing to match you two up."

Li Qianxia is very popular.

A woman with a great figure can make girls scream "Sister, kill me!" when she's naked, and when she's clothed, her stunning figure can make men drool.

Her once youthful and bright ponytail was styled into a 1928 braid, sometimes hanging down in the middle of her chest, the shape of which was full of the allure of life.

Needless to say, her face is stunning. Yesterday, a newspaper reporter paid her to be a cover girl.

The newspaper was the famous "Songcheng Pictorial," and the cover girls were usually female stars and big names in the theater and film industry, famous socialites, ladies of high society, and innocent girls from schools.

The previous episode featured Chunhuang, who had just arrived at Songcheng!

It's safe to say that as soon as a socialite appears on a magazine cover, the number of men who fawn over her immediately triples.

So now, Qian Shuxiangzi, when it comes to Li Qianxia's appearance, doesn't just say she's beautiful, but also says, "Even Songcheng Pictorial invited her to be their cover girl!"

"Trying to set me up? Is it that Ah Wen again?"

"No, the other one, A-Wu."

Li Qianxia smiled and turned to the next page of the "Women's Progressive Association Charter".

Hearing her laugh, Xu Fenfang perked up, stopped her needlework, and asked her in a low voice, "Are you interested? I'll go and tell them tomorrow, and arrange for the two of you to go see a movie together."

"What?" Li Qianxia laughed. "I laughed because he's acting like Awen one minute and Awu the next, just like Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu under Bao Zheng."

Xu Fenfang didn't understand what was funny; it was a limitation of the times.

It is said that you can tell what kind of era it is from the names of the people of a generation, such as Jian Guo (建国, meaning "founding the nation"), Wei Guo (卫国, meaning "defending the nation"), Zi Xuan (紫萱, meaning "pure and bright"), Zi Xuan (梓轩, meaning "pure and bright"), and Zi Xuan (子轩, meaning "son of the prince").

Now everyone is laughing at Zixuan, Zixuan, and Zixuan, but Zixuan, Zixuan, and Zixuan don't find it funny at all.

"So, do you actually have feelings for A-Wu?" Xu Fenfang asked.

Li Qianxia looked up, wanting to say something, but after thinking for a moment, she simply pulled out a newspaper from beside her.

“Do you see it?” she asked, pointing to Li Changzhou in the photo.

“Master Li?” Xu Fenfang glanced at him, then looked up at Li Qianxia. “You want to be his concubine? Don’t dream… But you’re so pretty, you really do have a chance. Concubines don’t care about background.”

"What?! Me, his concubine? I mean, my other half has to be just as handsome, just as capable, and just as loving towards me as him."

"Does he care about you?" Xu Fenfang asked, puzzled.

Li Qianxia glanced at the bed to make sure everyone was asleep.

She moved a little closer to Xu Fenfang and whispered, "Actually, I am Li Changzhou's younger sister, but because we were poor when I was young, they gave me away as their daughter."

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

"Stop talking nonsense!" she said with a laugh.

“Who’s talking nonsense?” Li Qianxia smiled, “Take a closer look.”

She put Li Changzhou's face next to her own in the newspaper.

"Doesn't it look alike?"

Xu Fenfang didn't take it seriously at first, thinking she was joking, but when she looked, she was shocked to find that it really did look a bit like her.

"Is what you said... true?" Xu Fenfang wasn't sure.

Li Qianxia clutched her stomach and laughed. Xu Fenfang realized she had been tricked and angrily pretended to prick her with a needle.

"Hey, Afen, stop fooling around! The needle is for sewing your wedding dress; it won't be good if it gets bloody!"

"It's good to have some red in your wedding!"

"That must be in bed at night!"

"You female hooligan!"

The two girls joked around for a while, then each read for a bit, did some needlework, turned off the kerosene lamp, and lay down on the bed.

“A-Xia”.

"Um?"

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

"Just make sure they don't find out. My mouth is tighter than your sewing thread."

After saying a few words, Xu Fenfang yawned and went to sleep.

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

Quick and nimble, it left the rented room silently, and in the courtyard, it transformed into a snowy owl and disappeared into the night.

Songcheng, West Gate.

On a dark and windy night, the body of a tall, thin middle-aged man hung high on the city wall, occasionally swirling around in the wind with a somber expression.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, but the body didn't spin; it was swept away by the wind.

In the distant night sky, the snowy owl flapped its wings and glided after it.

The wind swept by, and the corpse drifted down to the Eight Immortals Bridge, then disappeared into a house.

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

"Grandpa, bring the person back." The wind stopped and transformed into a robust young man.

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

"I didn't expect that little bastard Li Changzhou wouldn't fall for it." The old man in military uniform sitting at the head of the table said viciously.

"It seems that instigating him to rebel is no longer an option," a man in a suit mused.

"In my opinion, we should just kill him," said a man in a long robe who was playing with an iron gall bladder.

“No,” a woman in a cheongsam said. “Now, regardless of whether we did it or not, the commander-in-chief will definitely think we killed him. The best way is to instigate him to rebel, assassinate the commander-in-chief and the old man, and make the commander-in-chief kill him himself.”

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