Chapter 266:

Sulan slowed down: "This matter, I will tell Ye family tomorrow."
Lu Huai sighed: "After I know the family, I will send someone to inform the newspaper."
"At that time, all the newspapers on the beach will publish this news."
Sulan nodded: "Good."
"As for the date of engagement..." Sulan thought for a moment. "After tomorrow, we will negotiate again."
Lu Huai said seriously: "Everything is listening to the mother-in-law arrangement."
He also knows that this matter cannot be too anxious.
He now called Sulan like this, just to make her mentally prepared.
When Lu Huai and her mother talked, Ye Chu next to him said nothing.
In the past life, when the two of them got married, her parents died and were displaced.
But there will be more complete and formal steps in this life.
Before leaving, Lu Huai glanced at the ring in Ye Chu’s hand.
His eyes are smiling,
"good night."
......
Metropolitan dance hall.
In the daytime, the metropolis is not open.
The curtains were pulled in, and the sun was shining, sweeping away the darkness.
At this time, the metropolis is very quiet.
In the quiet atmosphere, there is a subtle musical sound.
The direction of the sound is exactly the study of Shen Jiu.
His door was closed, but the music inside was still flowing through the cracks and quietly flowing in the air.
The melodious music was suddenly interrupted.
The knock on the door sounded and fell into the room, which seemed a bit awkward in the silence.
Shen Jiuyan opened his eyes: "Come in."
When I heard the sound of Shen Jiu, the door opened immediately.
Cao An hurriedly walked in, and the steps seemed to go anxiously, breathing slowly.
Shen Jiu looked at Cao An and immediately turned his eyes.
He asked: "What are you doing so urgently?"
Cao Anping regained his breath and quickly said: "The 12th Lord is back."
Shen Jiu suddenly looked up, and the original smiley eyes instantly angered.
"Where is the other person?"
Cao An pointed to the outside, Shen Ji immediately got up and walked out of the door.
In the hall, a man sits on the sofa.
He looked gloomy and his eyes were lost.
He is the twelve lords who have not returned for a long time.
Twelve leaning against the sofa, his face was dull, as if he had lost his soul.
He did not say a word, and he was very silent.
Shen Jiu soon went to the hall, and his eyes fell on the body of twelve.
Shen Jiu tried to open: "Twelve?"
After a while, Twelve turned around and looked at Shen Jiu.
Shen Jiuwen: "What happened?"
At this time, the twelve eyes were slightly moving, and the light that had been lit up by chance at the bottom of the temple suddenly went out.
Twelve moved his lips and his voice was hoarse: "I didn't find her."
After Miss Su left Beiping, she went to the whole country to find her.
He did not find her trace before returning to Shanghai.
Shen Jiu frowned, and he heard about the twelve things.
He knows that Twelve has been looking for a woman, and now it seems that the situation is not very good.
Shen Jiu sighed.
In the years before, he was not sure if he could find an aunt.
Fortunately, after so many years, they can reunite.
Twelve opened his mouth: "Shen Jiu, sorry."
Shen Jiuyi took a trip.
"I have been running around for so long, and I have never been in charge of the Qing Dynasty." Twelve said, "Now I am back in Shanghai and will not leave."
After half a minute, Shen Jiu said: "Okay."
After thinking about this, Twelve already understood a lot.
Although twelve were previously trapped in love, they must also assume their own responsibilities.
During this period, the 12th took over most of the affairs of the Qing Dynasty and was very busy.
He seems to be putting himself into the Qing, so busy that he can never think of anything else.
Including her.
......
this day.
The 12th National Congress of the Qing Dynasty met with the head of the marketing department of the Shanghai Commercial Savings Bank and talked about the coffee shop at Scott Road.
They are talking about an important investment in the French Concession.
The car stopped at Scott Road.
The man opened the door to twelve and he got off the bus.
The cafe is right next door.
Twelve carelessly looked up, the line of sight fell in front.
At this time, a familiar back is reflected in his eyes.
When the twelve breaths stagnate, his feet seem to be nailed in place and unable to move.
A woman walked out of the building not far away, her face was cold and her back was straight.
She is anxious and seems to have something to do.
The next second, she walked over to a black car.
She started the car.
Twelve immediately chased up.
There was a voice behind him.
"Twelve Lords!"
The sound of the wind whizzed past his ear. In his eyes, there was only the black car that drove away, as if he could not hear anything else.
The car speeds up and goes further and further.
Until drowned in the bustling streets of Shanghai.
Twelve stood in the raging crowd and looked at the direction of the car.
He remembered the license plate number of the car.
The woman who is very familiar with the feeling is very similar. She and Miss Su are very similar in temperament.
But their faces are completely different, as if they were changed.
Twelve has always known that Miss Su has a lot of secrets.
The next second, the twelve eyes suddenly smiled.
He thought that there would be no chance to meet each other, but he saw the light when he hoped to fail.
Will the woman be Miss Su?
Why did Miss Su come to Shanghai?
But no matter what secret she has, he is willing to understand.
......
Ye family members have already learned about Lu Huai and Ye Chu are about to get engaged.
Ye Chu also called to tell the poppy.
Of course, this news also passed to Peiping.
Miss Ye San, as a Ye family, needs to know about it.
On this day, Ye Chu went to the Warlord.
Their engagement banquet is in the process of being prepared, but the people of the Governor's Office have already regarded her as the wife of the future of San Shao.
Ye Chu entered the living room, and Lu Huai took her hand by no one.
He took her up the stairs: "In the past, I still have some things, I didn't tell you."
Ye Chu asked: "What is it?"
Lu Huai turned his head and looked at her, saying it word by word.
"It’s about my mother."
Ye Chu’s breathing was stagnant.
They have already reached the door of the room, which is the house that Fu Congyi once lived in.
Lu Huai reached out and pushed the door open.
Ye Chu saw the dark door slowly open.
She seems to be close to the secret.
It was a dark past.
And this darkness makes his pain look even longer.
......
At that time, Lu Huai was still a teenager.
Lu Huai studied at the military academy, and he was able to communicate with his family during the prescribed time.
On that day, Lu Huai was undergoing training.
A classmate came over and told Lu Huai that the chief had something to look for.
Lu Huai left the training ground.
He went to the office and the chief sat inside.
The sergeant has strict requirements for Lu Huai, and even if Lu Zongtang is the warlord of the East China region, he has not slackened.
The chief looked at Lu Huai and looked a little dignified: "It is Lu’s phone."
Somehow, Lu Huai’s heart was tight, and he had a bad hunch.
He hurried forward and picked up the phone.
Lu Huai opening: "It is me."
The voice of the housekeeper came from the phone, and it sounded a little sad.
"Three little, my wife is seriously ......"
Her voice choked and seemed to endure grief.
Lu Huai frowned: "Is my mother sick?"
Female housekeeper: "The lady has been sick for some time, but she has been staring at you..."
The people in the Warlord’s Office knew that the wife was ill, and the wife worried that it would affect Lu Huai, and she left her own condition.
"Now the lady wants to see you..."
If the words are not finished, the meaning is already clear.
Fu Congxi wants to see the last side of Lu Huai.
Lu Huai Shen Sheng: "I will go back immediately."
I don't know when the sky fell snow, the snow fell silently, and it was very cold.
At the time of his youth, Lu Huai walked fast, and the snow fluttered over his clothes. The coldness gradually spread.
The clothes were slightly wet, the snow melted and quickly dissipated.
Lu Huai got on the train, the thunder sounded, the train rushed away and drove into the cold winter.
He looked out of the window and his eyes were filled with deep fears and panic.
On the other end, Lu Zongxi received a call.
Ji Manqing’s voice sounded:
I found a doctor who can cure Fu’s illness.

Lu Zongxi looks slightly: "Who is that doctor?"
Ji Manqing paused for a while: "You come to me, I want to tell you personally."
Then she hung up.
Lu Zongxi put down the phone and his thoughts were heavy.
He and Fu Congxi are the words of the matchmaker. The two have no feelings and respect each other.
The two men did not reveal in front of the outsiders. Others only thought that the Warlord and the Warlord’s wife had a good relationship.
Ji Manqing is the person he likes.
At the beginning, Ji Manqing had a trouble with him, but the marriage was still held as usual.
After that, Ji Manqing even announced that he would not marry for life.
During this time, Lu Zongxi took care of her because of Fu Congzhen's illness. She rarely met with Ji Manqing and almost broke contact with her.
Lu Zongxi thought for a while and left the Warlord.
The car stopped and Lu Zongxi came to the front of a house.
Lu Zongxi walked in and opened his mouth: "Where is the doctor you said?"
Ji Manqing glanced, and then his eyes were angry.
She did not expect Lu Zongxi to say the first sentence, even with Fu Congjie.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, don't you care about how I have been through this time?"
Lu Zongxi: "My wife is seriously ill, I have to go back as soon as possible."
Ji Manqing’s heart is even more angry.
"Fu Congxi is your wife, then what about me? What am I for you?"
She fell in love with Lu Zongxi and could have been his wife.
It is expected that Lu Jia has already given him a marriage contract, and the two have missed it.
She is Miss Ji Jia, she has her pride and persistence, how can she be willing to succumb to Fu Cong, become a mother?
Ji Manqing went a few steps forward and continued to ask: "I will not marry you for life, become the laughing stock of Shanghai. Are you doing this to me?"
In the heart of Ji Manqing, Lu Zongxi was naturally unwilling to marry another person, and he announced that he would not marry for life.
Ji Jia scolded her, and the outside world laughed at her. She was biting her teeth.
However, Ji Manqing couldn't stand it alone. Lu Zongxi had no her eyes.
Ji Manqing’s voice was sharp and straight into Lu Zongxi’s ear.
Lu Zongqi looked slightly slow, and he did owe Ji Manqing.
But now, Fu Congxi is sick in bed, he will meet her again, and I am sorry for Fu Congxi.
Lu Zongqi sighed: "I missed you, but we still don't want to meet again."
He asked again: "Where is the doctor you said?"
Ji Manqing heard his concern for Fu Congxi, and his mouth was cold and deep.
"Oh, what doctor? I can't wait for Fu to die, how can I find a doctor for her?"
Lu Zongyi did not come to her for a long time, she made up a reason to lie to him to see her.
Lu Zongxi’s face sank, and now, he naturally knows Ji’an’s intentions.
He looked at Ji Manqing and his eyes were extremely complicated.
For a long while, Lu Zongxi turned and went outside, no turning back.
Ji Manqing was there, and the eyes were full of anger.
Lu Zongxi left, and Ji Manqing threw everything on the table to the ground.
The crisp sound of the sound, Ji Manqing's look is extremely cold.
The twilight gradually sank, the four sides of the sky slowly fell, and the night shrouded Shanghai.
When the train arrived, Shanghai had entered the night.
Juvenile Lu Huai walked out of the train station, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. The moonlight reflected on it, with a light and lustrous luster.
The snow is huge, and the cold snow covers the whole of Shanghai.
Lu Huai got on the bus and the car drove to the Governor's Office.
The car stopped and Lu Huai went straight in.
The Warlord’s House was exceptionally quiet, and his feet were on the white snow, making a slight noise.
The cold wind hit his face like a knife.
The young Lu Huai entered the room of Fu Congjie, and the aunt was inside.
Aunt screamed and his voice choked: "Brother."
Auntie is still small, but she also knows that her mother is very ill now.
Lu Huai touched the head of Auntie.
Then he walked quickly to the bed and took Fu Cong's hand: "Mother."
Fu Congxi's face is extremely poor, revealing a deep gray defeat.
The light shone on her face as if it had become dead.
Fu Cong's mouth floated a very shallow smile: "Lu Huai, you are back."
Her voice is extremely light, like a thread, and it is broken when it is pulled gently.
Lu Huai’s heart was extremely cold, and the situation was worse than he thought.
The doctor is still in the house, Lu Huai asked: "Doctor, my mother..."
The doctor shook his head: "Three little, my wife is too sick..."
The body of the Warlord’s wife has been bad, and now she is poisoned.
He could not find a solution to detoxification and only suppressed the onset of toxicity.
But in recent days, her body is in a state of disappointment, he really can do nothing.
Lu Huai clenched his hand and was extremely silent.
Aunt whispered.
The room is covered with sad, stagnant air.
Lu Huai suddenly remembered something and asked: "What about my father?"
Mother is lingering on the bed, Lu Zongtang is not in the house, where did he go?
The next person replied: "The Warlord left very early."
Lu Huai’s hand trembled slightly, and the dark eyes were full of anger.
The air was a little damp, the chill spread, and he climbed onto his body, as if he had to get into the bones.
Fu Congyan's eyes were dim and light, and she seemed to have expected it and didn't care.
Fu Congxi looks at Lu Huai: "Lu Huai."
"After I am gone, you have to take care of your aunt."
The only thing she couldn’t put down after she left was the children.
Lu Zongxi was indifferent to her and did not care about Lu Huai and her aunt.
Lu Huai is not yet a grown-up, but he is very sensible and has a lot of work.
The aunt is still too small and needs someone to take care of it.
Lu Huai's eyes flashed through the pain.
He nodded and clenched Fu Cong's hand: "Mother, you can rest assured."
His eyes are very dark, like ink, and the dark tide is over there.
Since he remembered, Lu Zongxi was very indifferent to him and his aunt, without the warmth of a father.
Now, the mother is going to die, he is still outside.
The snow falls from the dark night, the night wind is humid and cold, and the cold is boundless.
Fu Congxi whispered: "Lu Huai, the marriage of the old days is really sad."
I don't know what to think of, the light in her eyes is a little scattered.
Fu Congjie’s voice rang low:
I don’t want your life to be a tragedy.

Auntie and Lu Huai can't marry a person who doesn't love like her.
Such a marriage can only bring heavy and painful.
Lu Huai was dark, and these words were printed in his mind, and this life is no longer forgotten.
Fu Congxi’s voice is getting lower and lower, and it is getting lighter.
I don't know when, the sound will dissipate and it will be completely silent.
Fu Congxi felt that his body was falling down, and he was about to fall into the abyss of darkness and emptiness, and was hidden by the darkness.
She couldn't speak, her thoughts drifted away, and her shadows passed through some pictures.
Lu Zongxi was in the heart, and she did not love Lu Zongxi.
Because of the words of the matchmaker, two people who have nothing to do with each other have come together.
Fu Congyi is not happy, her heart has been calm.
She was trapped in a cage of marriage and walked through a long and sad life.
Now that she is dying, she will be freed from this heavy bondage.
The light of Fu Congyan's eyes gradually disappeared, and the tiny light disappeared, and finally it was dark.
The warmth and temperature on her body gradually dissipated and finally sank into the condensed ice.
Her hand fell silently.
Lu Huai’s heart was empty, and the pain suddenly came up:
Mother.

Ice and snow covered Shanghai, and the coldness also covered the heart of Lu Huai.
His hand was cold and there was no temperature.
The low noise of the aunt was heard in the house, and the air was extremely heavy.
The wife of the Warlord, Fu Congxi, passed away and died in such a long and quiet winter night.
Snowflakes permeate the night sky, as if it never stops.
The Warlord House fell into a cold silence, shrouded in the darkness.
On the other hand, Lu Zongxi and Ji Manqing were dissatisfied, and he returned to the Warlord.
Just entering the Governor’s Office, the next person whispered:
The Warlord, the wife passed away...

Lu Zongxi’s heart was shocked.
He looked back at the man and some couldn't believe it: "What do you say?"
The next person lowered his head and did not dare to look at Lu Zongxi’s expression. He repeated: "The lady has passed away."
Lu Zongxi’s heart was filled with remorse. He didn’t have time to see her last side.
The next person went on to say: "Three little have returned."
Lu Zongqi stepped in his footsteps and he quickly stepped up.
Lu Zongxi walked into the house, the lights were lit in the room, but the light was very dim, which seemed to be a shadow in the cage.
The room seemed to sink into the boundless darkness, and it was so dark.
The heavy curtains are drooping, and the snowflakes and nights are blocked.
Lu Zongxi’s gaze fell on the bed, his eyes stagnate.
He went to the bed and looked at Fu Cong.
She lay there quietly, without a trace of anger.
Lu Zongxi’s heart was sour.
At this time, the threshold is closed.
Lu Zongxi turned back and looked at the past.
He stood behind Lu Huai.
Lu Huai is a gun, and his look is indifferent.
The black muzzle was aimed at him, and the strong pressure was heavy.
Lu Huai’s eyes are as cold as a knife, like a deep valley, and the darkness is silent.
He looked at Lu Zongxi, his voice was extremely cold and heavy.
"Where is your mother when you die?"
Lu Zongxi did not speak, and his words seemed to freeze, and he was condensed in his throat.
The young Lu Huai sneered a cold voice and clenched his hand quietly.
"Are you going to see the woman again?"
The outside is the cold winter, the snow is getting bigger and the wind is blowing.
Lu Huai's fundus is covered with frost and snow, where there is a heavy silence.
His voice sounded and fell on the dark, cold winter night.
Through the pain and anger of the bones.
Lu Zongxi did not know how to answer, he was silent.
The sky is getting more and more bleak, and in the silence, the sound of snow is heard.
The young Lu Huai was indifferent and the bullets were on the raft.
His index finger was placed on the trigger.