The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shang Xiaolou thought Li Jiu's crying was too noisy, so he stood up and waved his hands, and others blocked Li Jiu's mouth.

In case he quarreled with his elder brother, and his elder brother had nightmares again, he would feel distressed.

Shen Qingchuan's one tear shattered his stone-like cold-blooded heart, and even he was also sad, but thinking that from now on, his brother would always be by his side, Shang Xiaolou was happy again.

Someone stuffed a rag into Li Jiu's mouth. Li Jiu's hands were nailed to the floor. He lay on the ground in pain, trembling all over his body, trembling like a basket of sieves. Howling came from his mouth. Can make whining noises.

Shang Xiaolou knelt down, saw enough of his appearance, and pulled out the silver hairpin abruptly.

"Wuah!" When the hairpin licked, it touched the flesh and blood, and a little bit of blood was thrown onto Qiansha, like rolling mottled red beans. Li Jiu wished he could faint immediately so that he wouldn't have to bear this great pain.

How could this be the nobleman he was promoted to become an official? This is clearly the Rakshasa evil spirit who crawled out of the abyss and hell to punish him!

The tail of the hairpin that was as sharp as a dagger was still dipped in a layer of blood, and the silver-white cold light was mixed with blood. Shang Xiaolou looked at Li Jiu's pale face, picked up the silver hairpin, lifted Li Jiu's chin, and pressed the hairpin across Li Jiu's face. Go up and scrape off the blood on the hairpin.

"Since you came up with this method, why don't you experience it yourself so that I can see the effect, is it really that effective?" Shang Xiaolou said slowly.

The red candle on the bronze high-handle embossed candlestick, the candle oil burst out with a crackling sound, the light yellow flame jumped up suddenly, and a milky white thin white smoke curled up, mixed with the choking smell The faint scent of plum blossoms in the indoor incense burner.

Shang Xiaolou's side face is reflected by the candlelight, while the other side is covered by the shadows. The scarlet thin lips are full of evil spirits, and the dark eyes have no light, as if they are really like Rakshasa evil spirits who take pleasure in torturing others , For a moment, the guards were stunned.

"What are you still doing?" Shang Xiaolou turned around and asked.

The guards understood, and dragged Li Jiu, who was soft into a puddle of mud and sweating profusely like a drowning dog, to the small compartment on the west side of the box.

The guard thought to himself, even if this person is unlucky, it's not good to offend anyone, but he wants to offend Shang Xiaolou.

If you offend Marshal Shang, if you have any grievances, at most one bullet will finish the matter, but if you offend Shang Xiaolou, you will have to skin and cramp, and go through a lot of knives, then you really can't live, you can't die.

The small cubicle is far away, heavy gauze hangs down, candles flicker, and there are a few blurred silhouettes printed on the gauze, occasionally there is the sound of a whip, and then there is the sound of a hammer hitting something hard, as if hitting Walnut.

With the slight begging sound from time to time, Shang Xiaolou sat on the wide chair of plum blossom and rattan wood in the middle hall drinking tea, humming opera, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Then a guard came out of the cubicle, came to Shang Xiaolou, and said, "Young commander, he recruited."

"What did he recruit?" Shang Xiaolou asked back, and the guard handed over a piece of paper, which clearly stated what grievances Li Jiu and Shen Qingchuan had, what enmity, what happened, when they met, and where For those who know each other, all the details are written on it.

After reading it, Shang Xiaolou snorted, gave instructions to the guards, stood up and walked towards Shen Qingchuan lying limp, and said with his back to the guards, "Remember to clean him up."

"Yes, young commander."

Shang Xiaolou picked up Shen Qingchuan and walked out of the Fanghua Song and Dance Hall. He was covered with a dark green overcoat. Shen Qingchuan was covered tightly, his face buried in Shang Xiaolou's arms and chest, only two suits The straight and slender legs wrapped in trousers are exposed outside, and outsiders can't see them at all, so they can tell who they are.

The back door of Fanghua Song and Dance Hall was relatively quiet, Shang Xiaolou hugged Shen Qingchuan and got into a black painted Ford sedan.

Not long after they left, a heavy object suddenly fell from the third floor of the Fanghua Song and Dance Hall. The heavy object also smashed a wonton stall in the back alley of the Fanghua Song and Dance Hall. stall owner.

The owner of the Fanghua Song and Dance Hall heard that the man was killed, so he hurried over, paid a sum of money to send the stall owner, and then called the police to come over to deal with it.

The incident happened in a back alley, and it didn't attract many people's attention. The Fanghua Dance Hall was still bustling with feasting, singing and dancing.

Even tomorrow, people who have witnessed it will only know that there was a drunk customer who fell from the third floor of the Fanghua Song and Dance Hall at night, and his death was terrible. Big hole, but his death didn't look like an accident, ten fingers were broken, palms were bloody and bloody, and there were obvious signs of being severely whipped on his body, but the people from the patrol room came to investigate and said it was an accident caused by drunkenness, and no one else So much to say.

The body was cremated and buried that night.

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Shangfu.

The night wind blew past, raising a little bit of water vapor from the night mist, and it felt cool on the face.

Marshal Shang got out of the Ford car, his body swayed slightly, the adjutant got off the passenger seat, and immediately ran over and slightly bent over to support Marshal Shang's arm, and said courteously, "Marshal, go slowly."

Marshal Shang brushed it away with one hand, and said in a rough voice, "Don't help me."

"Mother-in-law, I'm not one of those little white faces who poured down after drinking a few glasses."

The breath that Marshal Shang exhaled was obviously alcohol-smelling, and the stench of wine spread in the air as he spoke. Xu Xu supported his arm, not touching him, so as not to make Marshal Shang hate him.

But if Marshal Shang accidentally fell down and fell, and Marshal Shang woke up, he would be the first one to punish him. The adjutant did not dare to leave Marshal Shang, if he was too far away, he reminded him as he walked, and hurriedly said, "Marshal, be careful there are steps ahead."

Tonight, Marshal Shang went to drink with the gang from the Coordination Bureau and the Finance Bureau. His grandma asked for money to buy some equipment, and all the documents were sent as required, but they couldn’t be approved. The truth of nonsense is full of words that people can't understand, and they go around and talk sourly, making one on the left difficult and the other on the right, but they just refuse to say it directly.

He has power, but no money.If you want to raise good soldiers, you need to keep investing money in food, drink and clothing. The more people you have, the more money you need to invest. It's like a fucking bottomless pit that can absorb money.

He still needs to recruit more people, otherwise, in a year or two, the Guan family army will directly swallow up his people.

Talking to cultural people, Dashuai Shang doesn’t have as much ink as them. He knows he can’t play with them, but Dashuai Shang also has a way of dealing with them. He just put a wooden barn on the dining table to drink Come to make a bet, let someone bring a few jars of wine, and threaten that whoever doesn't finish drinking will not give him the face of Shang Dashuai, and whoever will be against him Shang Dashuai.

The gang from the Coordinating Bureau and the Finance Bureau were all cowards. After drinking for half an hour, they lay down limply on the dining table. Marshal Shang walked up to them and asked one by one whether the documents for purchasing supplies should be approved. Those who say no to approval, pour another jug ​​of wine until they say yes, ask them to press their fingerprints one by one, even if they wake up tomorrow with physical evidence, they can only hold their noses and swallow.

The living room was brightly lit, and as soon as Marshal Shang came in and took a seat, the third concubine, who looked like a flower of interpretation, asked the maid to bring a handful of warm water, picked up a handkerchief to cleanse Marshal Shang's face, and brought a bowl of hangover tea.

Marshal Shang was closing his eyes, enjoying the gentle whispers and meticulous service of his beautiful aunt, when suddenly a person came from outside the door, walked up to Marshal Shang and said something, causing Marshal Shang to be furious suddenly.

"What did you say, say it again!" Dashuai Shang picked up a sober teacup and threw it to the ground, the tiles shattered and made a harsh sound, he didn't care about the frightened Third Aunt who was frightened beside her, and the cowardly one who lowered her head and shrank her neck maid.

The servant kneeling on the ground was trembling, with his head lowered on the ground, like a timid quail, but what he said was too shocking, and he didn't seem to be scared at all.

The servant said with a mournful face, "Little one, I dare not hide it from the commander. The fourth young master... He did bring a man back, and he specially ordered hot water to take a bath, but the fourth young master changed into a Huadan show." She even dressed up as a daughter, little one, I was afraid that something might happen, the fourth young master would be haunted by something dirty, so I came here to tell you, Commander-in-Chief."

"What about the other beasts?" Marshal Shang asked with his eyes red and angry, suppressing his anger.

"Fourth young master is...is..." The servant seemed to be frightened by the angry appearance of Marshal Shang, so nervous that he couldn't speak, and even if he spoke, he stuttered.

"Say it quickly." Marshal Shang said.

"Fourth Young Master and that man have been locked in the same room for a long time, little...you don't know what Fourth Young Master is doing." The servant's lips closed together before uttering this specious sentence.

"Well, well, well, I hate it. I gave him three or four women. I didn't expect him to pick a rabbit master and pretend to be that actor." Marshal Shang said three good words in a row, and picked up the leader. Mu Cang shook off the group of people behind him and walked out, ignoring the worried cries of the third concubine or the adjutant, and went straight out.

He can allow his son to play with men, and he can do whatever he wants in private, as long as he leaves him a piece of incense to spread the branches and leaves. It is absolutely not allowed.

If this matter gets out, where will he put his face as a commander-in-chief, and how can he be worthy of his ancestors.

He couldn't afford to lose this big face, Marshal Shang became more and more eager as he walked, the night dew vapor blowing on his face could not calm his anger, the cool night wind tried to blow away his alcohol smell, but it seemed to mix the alcohol and anger in his body Together, the fire grows stronger.

Marshal Shang came to the courtyard of Shang Xiaolou, walked quickly, and pushed open two doors.

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