In the Tianjin Office, Xie Yun sat in front of a large mahogany desk, looking at the newspaper spread out in front of him.
The front page was prominently printed with a photo of Liu Sheng's troops entering the city.
Zhou Lin pushed the door open and walked in, with an unconcealable smile on his face, and even his salute was a little more brisk than usual: "Young Marshal, Liu Sheng sent a telegram saying that the entire Heilongjiang Province has been taken control, Cheng Shaojie has been captured alive, and is on his way to Beiping."
Xie Yun raised his lips in an imperceptible arc, and lightly stroked the telegram with his fingertips: "What is Liu Chu's reaction now?"
"That old guy lost his temper in the mansion." Zhou Lin sneered, a few fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, "It is said that he smashed a room full of antiques and was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot."
Xie Yun chuckled: "Without military power, what can he do to me?" He turned his gaze to the window, where the snow had stopped.
Now that the situation has finally stabilized, his thoughts can't help but drift elsewhere.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "I'm going to the other courtyard later."
Zhou Lin was startled, then understood. He quickly suppressed the unnecessary expression on his face, but still couldn't hide the sadness that flashed across his eyes: "Yes, I'll prepare the car right away."
Xie Yun's black car came to an abrupt stop in front of the courtyard gate, and the tires made a slight friction sound as they rolled over the bluestone slabs.
Before Zhou Lin came around to open the door, he pushed the door open and got out of the car.
As he walked through the corridor, he subconsciously adjusted the collar of his military uniform. When he saw Zheng Wanqing's half-open door, he quickened his pace.
The carved wooden door was half open, and the thin winter sunlight flowed out from the gap, casting a warm light on the floor tiles.
Xie Yun raised his hand to signal the maid who was about to pay her respects to step back. The little maid hurriedly lowered her head, holding the tea tray and tiptoed out.
Inside the house, Zheng Wanqing had her back to the door, wearing a moon-colored cheongsam that highlighted her slender waistline.
She was concentrating on watering the camellia flowers on the windowsill, her jade-like fingertips lightly touching the petals.
Xie Yun walked closer with light steps, his arms wrapped around her slender waist, his chin resting on her hair, the familiar jasmine scent immediately filled his breath.
He felt the person in his arms suddenly stiffen.
"Madam, it's me." Xie Yun buried his face deeply in her neck, and his cold breath sprayed on her warm skin.
The frost and snow on her military uniform gradually melted, leaving dark water marks on her moon-colored cheongsam.
Zheng Wanqing's hand was suspended in the air, and finally she gently put down the silver scissors used to trim the branches.
She tilted her head slightly, her cheek almost touching his red, frozen ear.
I haven't seen him for half a month. The pine scent mixed with the smell of gunpowder on him is familiar yet strange.
Every moment of these days spent in the separate courtyard was so difficult to endure.
When I woke up in the morning, I would always ask the maid about the news on the street. At night, I would listen to the night watches and count the days until my father's death.
One day, she heard a newsboy shouting in the courtyard. The word "Thank you, Marshal" startled her so much that she knocked over her teacup.
The neighbors' voices could be heard through the pink wall: "Young Marshal Xie actually sent a single company to take over Heilongjiang!"
Everyone praised him for his courage. She gradually felt relieved and proud of him.
At this moment, he was actually standing behind her, but Zheng Wanqing didn't dare to turn around. She only looked back slowly after feeling his dry lips brushing against her neck.
What came into view was a tired but gentle face.
His thick eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes. His eyes, which were always bright and lively, were now half-closed, with a faint red at the corners of his eyes.
He broke into her world so unexpectedly, crushing all those sleepless days and nights in this moment of embrace.
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