After traveling to a country where women are king, I abandoned my husband and children

When his cell phone rang, Lu Yao was doing push-ups on the sofa. He didn't even stand up, but directly picked up the phone on the coffee table and put it on the carpet beside him, while reading the message, he continued to do push-ups with one hand.

As expected, it was a message from Zhang Junjie.

[General, Yuwen's erratic people are still active outside, you better hide well. ]

【Why don’t they go back? 】

[Yuwen Guaizhang is really crazy. Isn't he afraid of being wiped out by Hengyang's intelligence department? ]

[One of their people had already aroused the suspicion of the authorities and was arrested, so why didn’t they give up? ]

Lu Yao frowned and replied: [Don't worry, Yuwen Guaizhang won't be able to hold on for a few days. ]

Yuwen's perseverance was beyond his expectations, but it was not a big problem. After all, this was in Hengyang, not Jinglong, and he couldn't hold on for long.

Gofu's social circle is simple and complex. She has to attend various banquets of the upper class from time to time, because there are personal connections involved, and many of them cannot be refused. But as for her personally, she rarely goes to bars, and when she does, it is only with a few fixed people who know her well, and she only goes with a fixed number of people. Apart from that, although she goes to many places, they are all relatively safe places, such as libraries, museums, golf courses, fishing halls, shooting ranges, etc.

——Of course, she seldom goes to those sports venues unless someone invites her.

But when Gofu is looking for inspiration, she doesn't like to make appointments with others. She prefers to walk around alone.

Sketching is a journey that can run through a painter's life.

She carried her drawing board and began to wander around Yaojing.

That day, she had just returned home, and You Rong was busy taking down the drawing board on her back while saying, "Just now, there was news from Beiyuan that Minister Yun had passed away."

Ge Fu was stunned for a moment, then a look of relief appeared on his face.

She was actually a little surprised. She thought that the ministers of Beiyuan would leave one after another, but she didn't expect that he would be the first to leave.

It's not just because she hates Minister Yun, but also because she doesn't like others being biased towards her.

That would cause her trouble.

Therefore, it would be best if the other party could give up voluntarily.

I don’t know if it’s because my mindset suddenly became relaxed, but I now had some ideas about a topic that I hadn’t thought of for several days while walking outside.

From that day on, Ge Fu began to wander around various colleges and universities, sometimes high schools, sometimes colleges. She didn't know what she was looking for, but her eyes were always fixed on the faces of those young people with bright smiles without any gloom.

Every day, she gets up at 6:30, leaves at 7:00, and does not return until it is dark. Every time she returns, her face is always obviously tired, but her eyes are bright and beautiful.

"Princess, you're finally back." You Rong came up to her anxiously. "Is your phone out of battery? I couldn't get through to you when I called you."

"It shouldn't be. My phone is always fully charged when I go out." Ge Fu took out his phone and looked at it, and said, "It seems that he didn't hear it. My phone is on silent mode."

"Princess, why did you turn on the mute again?!" You Rong asked anxiously.

My princess likes to turn her phone to silent mode...

"Okay, let's get down to business. What happened?" Ge Fu changed the subject.

She came back late these days and didn't see You Rong so anxious, so something must have happened at home.

"General Yang is back. We have been waiting since noon. He is now in Yan Tang." You Rong said hurriedly.

Yantang is the front yard of Nanyuan, and it is also the place where Ge Fu entertains guests or holds important banquets. This yard is in a very modern style, open in all directions, with a 360-degree view, just like a private museum. The space with white as the main body is magnificent and romantic, and it is a yard that Ge Fu loves very much.

Ge Fu paused and ran quickly towards Yan Tang.

"Uncle Yang!" She pushed open the door and saw a handsome, thin man sitting on the sofa, taking a nap with one hand supporting his forehead. When he looked up and saw that it was her, a faint warmth appeared in his calm eyes.

This is Yang Shaoheng. Although he looks young, he is actually nearly fifty years old. He grew up with Ge Fu’s mother.

"Xiangxiang." Yang Shaoheng spoke, his low voice carrying a hint of peace.

Ge Fu walked over and sat down opposite him. While pouring tea for him, he used his eyes to search for changes in him over the past few years. "Uncle Yang, you are not hurt, are you?"

Yang Shaoheng shook his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying, "I brought you authentic Keemun black tea this time, and also bought you some jewelry. I asked You Niang to keep it. Remember to ask her for it."

Uncle Yang would bring her gifts every time he went out, and he always liked to use this to change the subject.

"So you're injured, right?" Ge Fu couldn't help but frowned.

"It's impossible not to get hurt on the battlefield." Yang Shaoheng said calmly, "It's lucky to be able to come back alive. For someone like me who came back with all my hands and feet intact, it's even more blessed by God."

After a pause, he comforted her, "You don't have to worry about me. No matter how hard your majesty tries to embarrass me, he won't dare to take my life."

"I know, because uncle, you are an emotional counselor." Ge Fu sighed.

But even so, Uncle Yang suffered far more injuries than other generals.

"I've heard about the assistant ministers in your palace." Yang Shaoheng tightened his fingers around the teacup, "I told you a long time ago that you don't have to worry too much about your Majesty's face. If you like those assistant ministers, keep them, if you don't like them, kick them out. The most important thing is not to let yourself be wronged."

"I know." Ge Fu didn't want to talk about this topic, so he asked, "Uncle Yang, where did you get the authentic Keemun black tea? Has Jinglong started exporting Keemun black tea again?"

"No, the warlord in Qimen has changed. The previous warlord was selfish and fled the country with a large amount of property. The new warlord is busy consolidating his position and can't take care of small business like Qimen black tea for the time being."

Ge Fu gasped, "Uncle Yang, you went to Jinglong Kingdom?"

"I didn't go there specifically for the Keemun black tea." Yang Shaoheng refused to say anything more.

Ge Fu felt helpless.

"I heard that you resigned?" Yang Shaoheng looked up at me.

Ge Fu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Yang Shaoheng knocked on the table and said, "If you still want to go to the First University of Political Science and Law, I can find a way to arrange it for you."

"...No need." Ge Fu shook his head, "I have other goals."

Yang Shaoheng was a little surprised, but also a little helpless. "Now is not like when you were a child. We were often together then, and I could guess what you were thinking. You are a grown-up girl now, and you can tell me what you think or want."

Although he didn't say it, Ge Fu knew that what Uncle Yang meant was that as long as she said it, he would help her realize it.

In fact, she always felt that the original owner did not grow up astray under Yang Shaoheng's unconditional indulgence, and was truly a good child with the right upbringing.