Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 445: Warm Spring
North Gate, Tianqing Hall.

People from all walks of life sit around the table, with shiny bald heads or wearing patched cotton-padded jackets, squatting on stools, chewing the famous Hejian donkey meat hot-baked bread in Beijing and Tianjin; or using long chopsticks to pick up freshly cut Dongwu mutton, boiling it in a copper pot with white steam rising from it, chatting about interesting things from all over the world, making the scene very lively.

The door of the private room, Longsheng Pavilion, on the second floor was ajar. Since the hour of Si, several unfamiliar guests had greeted the shopkeeper and entered the private room that Hailang, the manager of Jinlou, had specially ordered to be reserved.

These people have different temperaments and clothes, which can be said to be completely unrelated, but there is a trace of warm light in their eyes, which reveals a bit of extraordinaryness. This is the only difference that others can find after carefully observing Yanfu Xingzou after he has inherited the inheritance.

It was noon and there were already five people sitting in Longsheng Pavilion. Four of them looked nervous and subconsciously sat on one side, clearly separated from the other.

"Fang Xiang Zhao Li, Cat General Wu Shan, Min Nan Gong Huang Ying, Jin Zheng Huai Xuan?"

Qin Huai used [A Glimpse] to confirm the identities of the four people, and took the initiative to reveal their heritage and names.

Seeing Qin Huai speak, these people who were skilled and brave enough to come here alone also glanced at each other. Their eyes intertwined and they glanced at each other as if they were strangers. It was obvious that they were all people with deep thoughts and were not in a hurry to speak nonsense.

There was silence in the air for a while. Qin Huai's eyes fell on Huang Ying, while the other three people walking around looked at Wu Shan at the same time with murderous intent in their eyes.

After Qin Huai's introduction, they recognized Wushan, a notorious hunter in the low-level Yamafu circle.

Unlike most of the Yama walkers who honestly complete event tasks in the Yama fruit and do not want to disturb each other, this inheritor of the cat general specializes in buying items that can interfere with other people's Yama events at the auction house, and enters the fruit to hunt hunters and rob them of their Yama inheritance. Although it is not to the point of eradicating the roots, this kind of hunter behavior is the most annoying one even among the bad walking groups.

Some of the walkers whose inheritance was robbed by Wushan and who luckily survived gathered some Yanbu points and took advantage of the bounty issued by Wan'an, specifically asking for his head. As a result, many low-ranking walkers knew the name Wushan, including several walkers who participated in this hunting incident.

Huaixuan, a man with red lips and white teeth and an elegant appearance, narrowed his eyes, and the tips of his slender fingers showed hidden dark golden tiger claws.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Qin Huai, a master of the Eight Extremes, a Wan'an rope craftsman, and also an external consultant for Three Eyes Global. I invited you here this time because I want to do business with you."

Qin Huai looked around and tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and piles of British dollars immediately appeared on the table.

"I will use Yamabu points to buy out the remaining exchange quota for your valuables. After you exchange the silver for Yamabu points, I will only take 80%. The remaining 20% ​​will be used as the cost of purchasing your exchange quota for valuables. I will pay Yamabu to be fair, so you can rest assured."

"20%? Better than those money launderers in the black market. Okay, I still have 6,000 points left. I'll transfer 4,800 to you."

Wushan didn't care at all. He reached out and took half of the Yingyang coins. After exchanging them all, he shook hands with Qin Huai and transferred the Yanfu points to him.

Seeing that Wushan, the daring hunter, had successfully made extra money through Yanfu Gongzheng, Huaixuan was about to say something when he saw his body and outstretched fingers gradually dissipating into the air.

Return to Jambu.

"Fuck, let this evil get away again."

Huaixuan cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. He was not stupid enough to attack a Bajixing practitioner he met for the first time, destroying the atmosphere of the party and causing trouble.

What's more, apart from the bounty, he and Wushan had no grudges against each other. It was not worth it to offend the God of Wealth in front of him just for the bounty that he had not yet received.

After weighing the pros and cons, Huai Xuan cleared his throat, held up a finger, looked at Qin Huai and said, "Taowu, I think you should know that the upper limit of the exchange of valuables for the top ten capitals is 10,000, and the upper limit for the nine stars is 20,000, and I still have 15,000 exchange quotas left. I want to only take 2,500 Yama points from you, and use 10,000 taels of silver to make up the rest, what do you think?"

"Okay, fair enough."

Qin Huai nodded, took out a silver note and handed it over, and at the same time took back 12,500 Yanfu points.

After confirming the terms of Yanfu Gongzheng and seeing that Qin Huai really had no intention of cheating his cheaters, Huaixuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded immediately, and hurried away while Fang Xiang and Mi Nangong had not yet made the deal.

"I have a quota of 12,000, and I want the same as him, 2,000 Yamabu points and 8,000 taels of silver."

Zhao Li pointed at Huai Xuan who was leaving and said in a muffled voice.

"I only have 4,000 yuan left. If you like it, I can waive the handling fee."

The yellow oriole's voice is melodious and beautiful, as if it were a real oriole, and its requests are also unconventional.

"Oh? Then what do you want?"

After Qin Huai finished the transaction with Fang Xiang, [A Glimpse] timely revealed the inheritance information of the woman in front of him.

Name: Huang Ying

Talent: calligraphy 79%, forgery 69%, painting 69%
Status: [True]

Skill:? ? ?

Heritage: [Mi Nangong's writing, authentic]

【Mi Nangong's writing: Authenticity】

Type: Inheritance

Quality: Rare

After it is activated, you can use your expertise in arts such as calligraphy, painting, chess, etc. to perform operations such as cultural relic restoration, antique identification, and counterfeit creation.

Note: Although the combat capability of this inheritance is worrying, if the user finds a new way and finds its correct usage, accumulating huge wealth is not a big deal.

"I just want to make friends with Mr. Qin. If you get any new antiques and curios from the Yanfu incident and want to sell them, or if you need any strange things that can't be found on the market, you can contact me. Although our Huang family doesn't have as extensive business as Wan'an and Sanyan Global, we still have some power in the field of antiques and curios."

Huang Ying smiled slightly, handed a gold-plated business card to Qin Huai, and at the same time transferred four thousand Yanbu points to him.

"If you need anything, I'll be sure to bother you."

Qin Huai put away the business card, thought for a moment, took out a set of Qingwei Blue Scrolls, nodded and said, "This is a small gift for meeting you. I hope Miss Huang will not refuse it."

"Obedience is worse than respect. Goodbye, Mr. Qin."

Seeing that Huang Ying had finished her job without any delay and left in an instant, Qin Huai relaxed his brows imperceptibly, withdrew his gaze from the newly arrived 31300 Yanfu points, told the shopkeeper to settle the bill and went out. While playing with the [Pixiu Basin], he felt the various aspects of the world after the founding of the Republic of China, and half strolled and half strolled along the street to look for the Clay Figurine Zhang.
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March 23rd, Xinhai Year.

Yuan Xiangcheng officially took over as the provisional president in the capital. The oath-taking ceremony was very grand. The Golden Building in Tianjin was also decorated with lights and suona music.

The wedding banquet began in the busy atmosphere of raising plaques, hanging decorations, lighting firecrackers and setting off cannons.

Qin Huai was wearing a red gown with a pattern of dark patterns, a colorful golden dragon embroidered on the chest, and a jade belt around his waist. He looked very energetic. He invited Hong Ying, who was wearing a veil and a phoenix crown, out of the sedan chair. After meeting the guests, he followed them into the hall and faced Li Shuwen and Xiang Yihai with a respectful look.

"Pray to the spirits of heaven and earth for a lasting marriage."

"Bai! Xing!"

"Gather the essence of the sun and the moon, and bathe in the fragrance of all things!" "Bye! Xing!"

"Please play the zither and the harp in harmony, and establish an everlasting friendship between our two families!"

"Bai! Xing!"

After worshipping heaven and earth, one then worships parents, and finally the couple worships each other, and the process is almost complete.

With the permission of their father-in-law, Qin Huai and Hong Ying finally got married today after six years of knowing each other.

The wedding banquet in the Golden Building was grand and had many guests, but it did not last too late. After all, nothing could compare to Qin Huai's top priority today.

"Hongying."

Qin Huai slowly lifted Hongying's veil, and the two looked into each other's eyes.

Although I have seen it countless times over the years, the performance of the famous female warriors under the light today was particularly moving.

Eyebrows and eyes that seem natural, moist red lips, a face as bright as the moon, eyes as bright as the stars, and the deep love that cannot be concealed in the depths of the eyes.

Although they did not have many unforgettable experiences, they had a long-lasting, mellow and mutual support friendship.

There is always one or two things in the world that fill my hundreds of dreams.

Seeing Qin Huai staring at her, Hongying, who had applied the divine makeup of Taizhen, blushed slightly. She reached out and gently pulled the jade belt around his waist, and whispered, "Qin Lang, it's late at night."

"Well, take a break."

She plucked a bright red peony picked from the mountain and sea realm from the table and gently inserted it into Hongying's hair.

After the two of them had eaten the same meat and drunk the wedding wine, Qin Huai used his finger as a sword and cut off a strand of black hair, which entangled with the black hair handed to him by Hongying, and they became one and coexisted in the bag.

Qin Huai helped his wife take off her phoenix crown, remove her hairpin and comb her hair; Hong Ying helped her husband take off his shoes and socks, and undressed him.

At this moment, there was an almost transparent invisible figure sticking to the corner of the wall.

Ao Ling, who was in the [Scale Hidden] state, pressed her ear against the vermilion door frame, and stared at the room with her beautiful eyes wide open without blinking.

"Ahem, Ah Wu, how old are you? Why are you still pretending to be like the younger generation, squatting in the corner and making a scene in the bridal chamber? You are acting like a child, very excited."

Li Shuwen suddenly appeared from nowhere and patted Li Bingwu who was eavesdropping at the other end. He glanced at Ao Ling with his eyes full of emptiness and said casually, "In my opinion, this happy event can only be successful if you cultivate yourself and follow the etiquette. You, come home with me."

The brothers Wenwu were walking further and further away. Just when Ao Ling was about to look up, she saw a whirlpool of rainbow water that kept expanding and swallowed her whole.

"Ah, Huailang, you are bad!"

At this moment in the room, spring has naturally arrived, all things are reviving, and it is the good day of the year again.

It is exactly: The red tassel of Liuhe’s spear is shaking, and the charm of Qinhuai Restaurant remains.
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"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong!"

In the corridor of the Nanjing Provisional Government, Song Dunchu was closely chasing Zhongshan Qiao who was walking quickly in front of him, and his shouting attracted everyone's attention.

"The Senate is not a fence-sitter. It will lean towards whichever side the wind blows."

Zhongshan Qiao stopped, turned around and looked at Song Dunchu with a somewhat sad expression.

"Mr. Zhong, I know that making the capital the capital was a trick played by Yuan Xiangcheng. Listen to me."

"Political bureaucrats who have come from an autocratic system are masters of playing political tricks. I understand that and I will not disobey the Senate's decision. But I don't understand that the relocation of the capital, the provisional constitution, and the future convening of the National Assembly are the three magic weapons in our hands that prevent the autocratic system from daring to restore. And less than a day after Yuan Shikai officially took office, the first magic weapon has failed."

Zhongshan Qiao took out the telegram from his bosom announcing Yuan Xiangcheng's inauguration in the capital today and expressed his position before Song Dunchu.

"Mr. Zhong, in the end, what can restrain Yuan Xiangcheng, besides the two in Tianjin, is probably a fundamental law and the future formal Congress."

"Dunchu, I propose to the Senate that you preside over the Constitutional Convention."

Zhong Shanqiao looked at Song Dunchu and Du Xinwu in front of him, paused, and continued: "Shen Kui, you have a close relationship with Jinsun. You must take good care of the Jingwu Athletic Association left by the hero Huo. At present, most of the boxers of the Yihe Army are made up of righteous men from various provinces. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand that Jingbo and his colleagues have sacrificed enough for this country. If the autocracy is restored in the future, we can't let them risk their lives again. We need to build up our own strength."

"Yes, we must do both, and both hands must be strong. On the one hand, we must seize the time to formulate fundamental laws to restrict the abuse of power, and on the other hand, we must cultivate talents and train a strong force that can stabilize the country."

Zhongshan Qiao recalled the financial support Qinhuai had sent him some time ago, and finally smiled a little: "Some people say that if there is no king for a day, the country will not be at peace; in my opinion, if there is no law, the country will not be at peace even if there is a king."

"Murder, arson, and opposition to the relocation of the capital! I'm really confused. Why can't you just tell Nanjing directly about your intentions? You're just getting away with it, don't you know?!"

In the magnificent hall, Yang Xizi paced back and forth, his voice rising as he denounced Yuan Shikai's political tricks of the past few days.

"Hey, Xizi, it was all just a show. The newspaper said there was a murder, but in fact no one was killed or injured. There was a fire, but it was a bonfire that was set earlier. This was not a fluke, but a well-thought-out plan."

Sitting on the armchair, Yuan Xiangcheng was leisurely eating melon seeds, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his approach.

"Xizi, the matter of moving the capital has been settled. The next step is to work on the provisional constitution. What do you think we can do to send a few of our people to the Senate? The Senate in Nanjing should not only have representatives of the people of the southern province, but also not have our patriotic heroes from the northern border, right?"

"."

Yang Xizi was silent for a while and shook his head: "I haven't thought about it, and I can't think of it."

"Haha, if Xizi doesn't want to answer, forget it. Master Fang, what do you think?"

The light flickered, illuminating Fang Ju, who was sitting in the corner and wearing a short blue shirt with a large collar.

"Mr. President, just keep doing what you do best, whether it's the Senate, the Cabinet, or Congress, it's all the same. Wine, sex, money, power, and beautiful women are what everyone likes. If you can control people's hearts, you can naturally control the country."

"Master, what you said doesn't sound like what a pure-hearted Quanzhen disciple would say."

"From ancient times to the present, the truth of the world has always been like this, changing yet unchanging. What do you think, President?"

Fang Ju responded with one final sound before he was once again swallowed up by the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

(End of this chapter)