After eating a pound of bread and five fried dough sticks, Xue Xiang wiped his mouth and was about to find an excuse to remove the dust-sweeping errand in advance so that he could meet his lover... Dingling, Dinglingling... The phone on the square table rang.

Xue Xiang grabbed the microphone and just said "feed" when An Zaihai's low voice came from there.

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Every time Xue Xiang stepped into Songzhuzhai, he could not help but be nostalgic. He said that the flowers and forest country of Songzhuzhai is really different in all seasons, and the joy is endless. Last night, the north wind was tight and the snow fell, and Songzhuzhai was also replaced with a plain silver suit.

In the courtyard, the snow-covered road was paved with snow-capped flowers and the flowerbed was built with snow-capped mountains. As soon as a pine formation came out, the view suddenly opened. In addition, the snow-white eyes were covered with snow. The plum trees of half acre size on the left side of the pavilion were particularly eye-catching. Red plums, proudly facing the wind and snow, stood on the branches, and the colorful purples were blooming, as if in this step, they had gone from winter to spring.

Xue Xiang looked at the plum forest whose branches were naturally twisted and asked, "Is it Long Youmei?"

Lao Wang was leading the way, and when he heard this, he turned his head and smiled, "You know everything. It was the Longyoumei, which was arranged by Comrade Hai. It was said that it was in the middle of winter. I thought the garden was simple, so planting some Longyoumei is more lively than Qumei and Shimei. I just planted it for a few days, so I caught up with you."

Lao Wang usually speaks little, and he rarely accepts any visit to Songzhuzhai as either a high-ranking official or an An-class relative. However, Xue Xiang always makes him feel kind and happy every time he visits, and the two of them can always chat together. Therefore, Lao Wang always welcomes Xue Xiang's arrival in person. Otherwise, with Lao Wang's identity, Xue Xiang's familiar journey to Songzhuzhai, he can send a guard to inform him.

The two of them joked a few more times and then arrived at the lobby. Mr. An was playing chess with others again. Xue Xiang knew that he was Mr. An’s eldest son-in-law, former deputy director of the Jianghuai Provincial Revolutionary Committee and currently deputy director of the Ministry of Railways. Zuo Qiuming, Zuo Qiuming, was still as tall and fat as before. However, there was a little red light on his fat face than last time, and his not thick hair was combing backwards. He looked full of energy.

Xue Xiang thought to himself: It seems that this person is good at the Ministry of Railways. However, if you think about it, the capital is not as good as the local one. The An family is close to it. The east wind of his father-in-law is often borrowed, so how can a son-in-law not be moist?

When Xue Xiang came in, the old man didn't even raise his head, holding a cup in one hand and hitting the chessboard with the other hand, as if he was concentrating on the chess game. On the contrary, Zuo Qiuming looked up at Xue Xiang and smiled. After Xue Xiang smiled back, he betted on the chessboard again. After all, Old Taishan was on the side, he didn't dare to pretend.

However, An Zaihai, who was watching the battle, didn't have so much ties. He stood up and shook hands with Xue Xiang, which was quite grand. After shaking it, he pulled Xue Xiang and sat down to watch the chess.

It was still the small table in the last round. Xue Xiang sat on the spare side and looked down at the chess. On the chessboard, Mr. An had a great situation. He had all the soldiers and elephants, and one main general, one car, one horse, and one cannon. The generals had all killed the Chu River and Han Circle and launched a siege against the old general in Zuoqiu Ming's nine-grid grid. On Zuoqiu Ming's side, there were only one single cycling and one horse, and one crossing the river. The two phases were gone, and only two soldiers were left to support him. The chariot and horses were all defending the death near the nine-grid grid, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

"God! No more chess." Mr. An put his hair back and dyed black. He probably defeated a not-so-savvy opponent, which made the master feel less accomplished. However, he didn't show a smile on his face, "You, from the beginning of the layout, you have fallen down and you know how to build a defense line and defend it desperately. If you stick your butt out and get beaten like this, you don't dare to win at all. How can you not lose the chess?"

Zuo Qiuming is also in his fifties. He was scolded by his father-in-law like this and was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he smiled: "Dad, you are very skilled in chess and have obvious victory. I will build a defense line as soon as possible. That is based on objective reality and plan ahead. If you attack, you may lose even worse."

Mr. An waved his hand: "What's the bullshit? How can I be the same as Wang Jingwei during the Anti-Japanese War? To put it bluntly, it's surrenderism. If you think like you, when we were fighting with the little devil, we would just disarm it? It's a damn thing! Back then, if the Chairman hadn't led our group of tough bones and fought them all the time, and if he couldn't beat them, he would have the current republic...."

Zuo Qiuming was scolded and had to look like he had been "educated" on his face. He kept nodding, but was shouting in his heart: If I had known this was the case, I would not have made do with it. He played chess and even took part in the political class.

An Zaihai smiled a little, with an expression that he had known this. It turned out that he was just now. Zuo Qiuming happened to come, so he gave it to his uncle's eldest brother-in-law, which made Zuo Qiuming beat him up. He knew that the master was not in a good mood for a while and was holding it in a hurry for something.

Mr. An took a sip of tea and was about to open the fire. Xue Xiang said, "Master, I think my uncle is knowing himself and his enemy, judging the situation, and luring the enemy into the depths. Why did he become surrenderism when he got to you? You are far-fetched, right?"

"Oh, so young, this is a different way to say that I am a old man who is relying on his seniority."

"I don't have this meaning. Don't just wear a hat."

"I don't care whether you have this or not. If I don't say it all today, we won't finish it!"

"You always say this, but you are a little unfair to start from objective reality. You are a party member and don't act arrogantly."

"Oh, why don't I start from objectively and actually say that I'm an old man who is acting arrogantly, and I'm almost the same as typing here. Where did this game of chess come from to lure the enemy into the deep? Is it a joke that lure the enemy into the deep?

"Who said that my uncle lured the enemy into the depths and lured him to death? Do you think he won? I said why did you get so excited just now?" Xue Xiang slapped his thigh, just like he understood the cause and effect.

"What, you little man didn't wake up? You mean that you have reached this point and there is still a rescue?" Mr. An was so excited at this moment, his eyes were bright and his white eyebrows were shaking.

Xue Xiangxiao said, "There is no way to save it or not. The situation is so good. On the contrary, you should be careful."

"I hope you are not a lip service. I want to see how the situation is so good. I am the general, it's your turn to get out."

Master An and Xue Xiang play chess. They often win one and nine losses, and even the youngest victory is difficult. At this moment, although it is an endgame, Xue Xiang immediately made the old man happy: Such a situation is simply the overall situation. Today, I will make Xue Xiao fall for a while, and see that he still dares to speak.

"Zhishi"

"I think there is something strange about it, vaulting horses, and then turn it!"

"Voice!"

"Don't let me go, I've expected this trick."

"Bao Zhu"

"False Veteran"

"A cannon. Replace again!"

"Get out!"

"Kill the soldiers in the car, and then I will be able to do it again! I won't have chess, haha." The master was so happy that his eyebrows were trembling with laughter, and he kept stroking the non-existent beard.

At this time, the chessboard was like this, with four chesses in a straight line, followed by Master An’s cannon, Xue Xiang’s car, and Master An’s car (here was originally Xue Xiang’s taxi, which was eaten by the car). Xue Xiang’s veteran.

It's time for Xue Xiang to move chess, and he was being chessed by Master An's general. Originally, Xue Xiang could use a veteran or a car to eat Master An's car. However, once he eats Master An's car, Xue Xiang's veteran will be shot. This is a chain of tricks. In theory, Xue Xiang's veteran can retreat to the middle, but Master An's horse is covering the middle position, and he really dies everywhere.

Therefore, Mr. An was so contented. He had already seen these changes in chess.

"Xue Xiaoqi, haha, I've only been going to the countryside for a few days. I've been fooled by my head." Mr. An had a rare opportunity to ask Xue Xiang for the first time on the chess with confidence. Now it was as sweet as drinking honey water.

"You are so happy that you have expected this. Look at the move and kill the car!" Xue Xiang rushed on the chessboard and took away Mr. An's car.

"Oh, what's going on with you? Why do you eat my car with a horse? Don't let it go, veterans don't want it!" Mr. An slapped his legs and almost went to Xue Xiang's hand and grabbed the ate car back.

"I don't want to stop being a horse. If you can step on a veteran, I admire you."

It turns out that at this moment, the master's horse can defend the central position and cannot reach Xue Xiang's veteran at all.

"This, this...oh, the fixed mindset is killing people." With a snap, Mr. An slapped his thigh again: "This is not enough. I just said nothing to you, delaying my thoughts. Put the old car back and regret it!"

"Master, everyone is very particular about people. Don't do this. We are all real men without regrets." Xue Xiang's head was like a rattle.

"Old is not a real man, but an old man. I have to regret this move, otherwise I will have no choice..."

He doesn't even take on a real man anymore, so what else can Xue Xiang do? He has to make the master regret it.

Although Mr. An was desperate and regretted his move, Xue Xiang was not Zuo Qiuming's level after all. He responded calmly and used frequent hidden arrows to take down the master's attacks like a storm, not only did he frequently mobilize idle soldiers to attack continuously.

Just like that, the two of them fought a lot. Master An had the advantage in his troops, but his chess power was slightly inferior; Xue Xiang's troops were slightly inferior, and the chess power was superior. The two of them were in a stalemate, and the game took more than an hour to play, and they played a harmonious game. In the end, Xue Xiang's only single soldiers and veterans were left. Master An still had all the soldiers and ministers, but there was no chess crossing the river, so he had to sigh and stop.

But when Xue Xiang and Mr. An were never chaotic and gentle, they were no different from crosstalk. The two of them said one by one, one by one, and one by one, and they were so bright that they were filled with lotus flowers and golden lotus. Sometimes they were quoted from classics and mocked each other; sometimes the old man screamed in a stinky way, and they were so hard that they were just called brothers and brothers.

It was the first time Zuo Qiuming saw this scene. He didn't go to watch chess and listened specifically to the two of them. He was stunned. An Zaihai was not surprised. He leaned on the chair, held the teacup, closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and knocked his thighs with his fingers while listening. Sometimes he sipped his tea, shook his head, and was as comfortable as if he was listening to Shan Tianfang's "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".

"Oh, I'm careless, I'm careless, I'll make you small... Oh, I won't say anything." Mr. An and his beloved game of chess, and he had been regretting for more than ten minutes, but he still hadn't rested.

An Zai Haiyou opened his eyes and interrupted, "Dad, should we go to the study?"

An Zaihai called early in the morning, so naturally he didn't specifically call Xue Xianglai to play chess with the master. The reason why he didn't interrupt before was that it was rare to see the master being happy and wanted to make him happy. After all, the master has been upset about that for half a month.

"I understand," the master stopped sighing, said hello to Lao Wang, and asked to bring the charcoal fire into the room. Then he went by himself.

Xue Xianglai knew that there must be something to discuss, because the phone number was made by An Zaihai. This has become a rule. Lao Wang made a phone call, basically playing chess and gossip, but An Zaihai called, and there must be something big. Xue Xiang was circling in his heart for some reason, but he still didn't understand what big things happened in Beijing recently. After all, the Eleventh National Congress was just held, and everything was decided, and the real big game would not start again after a few months.

What's going on now?

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The study room is still old, with doors and windows closed, and only a red candle is burned. The afternoon one also made the feeling of late at night. Lao Wang put a plate of charcoal fire in the middle of two rows of chairs. When the charcoal entered the door, the gloomy and cold study room was immediately warmer. Because An Lao Nian was already in high spirits and was afraid of smoke, the tanned charcoal burned, which was moist and smokeless. The flames were blue and woolly, which looked very beautiful.

An Zaihai took the lead in speaking as usual and went straight to the topic: "Xiao Xue, Situ Chang, is afraid it won't work."

The teacup Xue Xiangzheng was holding suddenly shook, sprinkled a few drops of water, flew into the brazier, making a sizzling sound, and asked anxiously: "When is the matter? Who is in charge of the military work?"

An Zaihai sighed: "Half a month ago, I had a stroke, and Jun W was temporarily empty, and Mr. Feng, Mr. Wei and Mr. supported him together. However, in the past few days, I want Mr. Feng to make Mr. Feng go further, and the master is a little worried."

This news shocked Xue Xiang. He didn't know if it was because of his Amazon butterfly flapping his wings. Situ Chang actually suffered a stroke at this time. That problem was troublesome! Everyone knows that the current situation is, although it is not prosperous on the surface, but in fact it is already undercurrents. The old Chang has just come out of the mountain. Although everyone wants it, there is a great deal of justice over there and the situation can be stabilized again. Thanks to Situ Chang's balance, the crossbow in the middle suddenly breaks, so how can this balance be maintained?

"Xiao Xue, Xiao Xue."

Xue Xiang was stunned and held the teacup and was stunned. An Zaihai shouted softly several times before awakening him, "Oh, uncle, I just thought about it."

"What are our great Zhuge's ideas? Tell me out and see if we have the same heroes." Zuo Qiuming smiled with a fat face and looked at Xue Xiang.

But now, Zuo Qiuming is in Beijing and Chen Dao is in the local area, so Zuo Qiuming is a god-given opportunity to open up the gap with Chen Dao. Therefore, as long as Zuo Qiuming gets off work and does not go home, he has to come to Songzhuzhai, or play chess with the master or be scolded. In short, he has to work hard on family affection. Today, he has a rare opportunity to enter the core area of ​​the An family. Before, although he didn't know what the master was going to plot, he heard that An Zaihai was still confused and there was no heroic opinion. Instead, he was afraid that the master would not answer and make a fool of himself. At this moment, he was looking for the excuse and just wanted Xue Xiangfen to speak, and he would take the opportunity to quickly think of a few words to continue the slander in case of emergency needs.

Xue Xiang smiled and bowed slightly: "My uncle has been too much, so he dares to be Zhuge. He can't even say his knowledge. He does have some ideas."

An Zai Hai said: "If you have any ideas, say, what can you sell? Can you still ask for it?"

Xue Xiang asked back without answering: "Does the master also have ideas about the position of Situ Chang?"

When this is said to be exposed, everyone will change their color!

Zuo Qiuming was about to shout, but Master An waved his hand to stop it and said in a stern manner: "There is nothing to say in the secret room, I am just thinking of it."

"It's better to take a step forward than to take a step." Xue Xiang put down the tea cup in his hand, and the tea cover knocked on the tea bowl. With a clang, it was like a yellow bell, knocking in everyone's hearts.

An Zaihai couldn't hold back his anger and folded the fan in his hand: "Xue Xiao, when you went back to Nan Lao to come out of the mountain, you advised us to sit on the shore. Why is this still the case this time? The old saying goes, God will not take it, but you will suffer the blame. The master may not have no chance."

"What after further?" Xue Xiang whispered.

clang!

Yes, after further development, the master was the first person in J., but how much power can be expanded? The master does not have the qualifications and prestige of Situ Chang, can he suppress those old military leaders? In the future, can the master be able to get rid of the game between the two? Besides, can those two be willing to keep the master in the first person in J....

Xue Xiang's words made everyone think involuntarily. After thinking, all kinds of problems rolled in like a tide and waves. The more they thought about it, the more they became more and more frightened. When they thought about it, they might not stand firmly and would be crushed into powder immediately.

The number one person in jf? The number one target is almost the same!

An Zaihai touched his forehead, sweat rolled, and wiped it with his sleeve: "Old Wang, move the brazier outward, it's hot."

Lao Wang knew whether An Zaihai was sweating cold or hot, because he was the same, and his underwear was soaked.

Lao Wang moved the brazier to the door as he said, An Zaihai opened the folding fan, waved it a few times, and finally calmed down and gave Xue Xiangbi a thumbs up: "Xiao Xue's brain, I didn't say anything!" After praise, he said again: "Everyone thinks it's fat, who knows there is a sharp knife hidden inside. It's better if we don't want it, let them fight."

Xue Xiang said: "Second uncle, in fact, the master knew that it was a sinister one."

"Oh, is that?" An Zaihai was shocked and looked up at Master An, intending to inquire.

Master An ignored An Zaihai's actions, knocked a teacup, turned his head to Xue Xiang and said, "Do you know, why do I want to take the chestnut from the fire?"

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