Mr. Xue arrived in the capital at 7 o'clock in the evening, and there was also a special car prepared by Qi Rusheng to pick him up. It was natural that he arrived at Songzhuzhai at 7:30.

Songzhuzhai in late autumn is just like six years ago, with flowers as thick as brocade and green bamboos, but Mr. Xue is in great mood and has no idea of ​​enjoying the scenery.

As soon as I stepped into the main entrance and had not reached more than ten meters, I saw Lao Wang hurried over to meet him.

"Uncle Wang, what's wrong with the master? What disease is wrong? Why haven't you been sent to the hospital? What are you doing?..."

Mr. Xue's eyes were red, and he was rushing to ask questions, which was extremely harsh.

But Lao Wang did not answer, his face was solemn, and he pulled Mr. Xue away.

As soon as he walked hurriedly and walked around the bamboo forest, the main tiled house of Songzhuzhai was looking at it. As soon as he saw the open door, Old Xue slowed down, without it, because he suddenly realized that Songzhuzhai was really abnormal at this moment.

Because at the gate, he did not see the traffic. At this time, there was no one outside the main house, and he could not see the clouds. This was not the attitude that the master should have seriously ill.

"Uncle Wang, what's going on?"

As he spoke, Xue Xiang reached out and pulled Lao Wang who was moving rapidly in front of him.

"You'll know when you get to the ground!" Old Wang reached out and waved Xue Xiang's big hand, "But the master was just angry, so angry that he called Zaijiang, and hoped that you would come back quickly to persuade him."

Hearing this, Old Xue almost choked to death without breathing. He was racing again, rushing into the airport again, and even betrayed the world to call a special plane. In the end, he was fooled.

In an instant, Old Xue was full of anger. He stepped on his legs, jumped over Lao Wang, and arrived at the hall in a moment.

The main hall of Lao An’s house will never light the light. Under the bright candlelight, Old Xue saw An Zaijiang standing in the hall at a glance. He wanted to seek punishment. His eyes were fixed, and his mouth suddenly couldn’t close, because he clearly saw a familiar figure kneeling in the hall. After a closer look, it was An Zaihai.

What is An Zaihai's identity now? The decent secretary of the Wuzhong Provincial Party Committee, a member of the Central Committee, is truly a rank-in official, and there are several figures in the world. Even if Mr. An is very strict in tutoring, he should not let An Zaihai kneel down in the hall no matter what, let alone An Zaijiang, Chen Dao, and Zuo Qiuming here. After all, no matter how close these people are, it is not easy for them to see An Zaihai like this.

"old!"

Xue Xiang was surprised and suspicious. An Zaijiang Xian saw him, immediately came forward and shouted.

Because he was trying to deceive Mr. Xue. An was close to Jiang, he squeezed his eyes and reached out to pinch Mr. Xue's hand. He implied that the situation was urgent and he had no choice.

In fact, there is no need for An Zaijiang to explain. Seeing An Zaihai like this, Xue Xiang knew that this trip was worth it.

That's right? How many people in the world can see the Lord of the Province.

Xue Xiang and An Zaijiang said a few words, then nodded to Zuo Qiuming and Chen Dao, as a greeting. After all, An Zaihai is so good at present, it is hard to greet everyone in a big way.

"Uncle II, where are you singing this? I remember that the master's birthday has not arrived yet?"

Xue Xiangzai'an squatted down beside Jae-hai and asked with a smile on his face.

He made this statement. After some observation, he had a look at him. If An Zaihai had a grievance and ache, he would not have said this. But when he looked at him, An Zaihai had bright eyes and nostrils facing the sky, obviously full of grief and anger, and was full of dissatisfaction. Therefore, Mr. Xue's ease line was the right medicine.

An Zaihai glanced at him and snorted, but he really didn't say anything.

Mr. Xue didn't expect him to say something about Chou Yin and Mao. Originally, An Zaihai asked him, the junior, to see his appearance, and he felt mostly embarrassed. This reaction was reasonable.

When Mr. Xue asked this question, it was just a matter of saying hello to An Zaihai. After all, the elders in the room were greeted, so it was difficult to ignore him, Secretary An.

After talking to An Zaihai, Mr. Xue stood up and walked towards the master's study.

Because the master was not here, he was expected to be in the study room, which was anomaly. No one in the entire An family could enter his study room without the permission of the master. However, Mr. Xue had such privileges. Not only that, the master's collection of books, even the quotes that the great leader had personally commented, were allowed to read. Master An's eyes were envied by many people.

Mr. Xue arrived at the study room, but did not find the master. He turned back to the hall and saw An Zaijiang whispering at him, but he looked outside the door.

Sure enough, when Xue Laobu arrived at the door, he saw the master walking in the pavilion several meters away, playing in a straightforward manner. Although he couldn't see which school, he was very stern and neat.

After not seeing each other for several months, the master seemed to be much older. His already thin hair was almost gone, and his forehead was covered with patterns, like chisels and carved. He was in good spirits. Although he couldn't see his face clearly under the lamp, Mr. Xue could see his energy and spirit by practicing martial arts and watching the human body movements.

The master's stern look is not clever, but his movements are evenly stopped and his stretches are strong. Compared with ordinary old men, he is more than just a step ahead.

"good!"

When he got closer, Mr. Xue suddenly shouted.

The master looked at the voice and looked at him with a smile on his face, but Fang Zhan immediately restrained his smile, "I always called you to come, what a quick move!"

Obviously, the master became stronger and he could see through the inside story in the blink of an eye. Originally, Mr. Xue was on a job at Mingzhu at this time, so it was not so coincidental that the An family changed, and he was in Beijing.

Mr. Xue avoided answering and smiled and said, "Look at your two young masters, but they have been in the late fifty or sixty years. What's wrong? Could it be that you, as an instructor at the Whampoa Military Academy, teach this to the students?"

"I'm so stupid. I know that my old man can't get you in the eyes of these two tricks. However, our move is not bad, but I'll tell you that when I was the chief guard for President Sun, I used these two tricks to protect the President and avoid many assassinations!"

Xue Xiang is a master of conversation and naturally chooses topics. As soon as he talks, he immediately brought Mr. An into distant memories.

Recalling the past, the years are thick, and people are old, they love to recall, but Mr. An’s life is wonderful, passionate, and it is worth talking about. There are so many things to say. It just so happens that Mr. Xue is a friend who is so obsessed with him. As soon as he talks about this, the master immediately talks.

After talking for more than two hours, Mr. Xue couldn't stand it anymore. He was impatient to talk to the master. There was a rank-in official kneeling in the main hall. No one kneeling for more than two hours, it would be a bad feeling!

Finally, when Mr. Xue took advantage of the master's mistakes he made in this generation, he found a quick break and interrupted: "Who in this generation can still not make any mistakes, change them after making them, make them again after making them, and make them again after making them. Let's try harder!"

Sure enough, Old Xue's little poem by Zhao Benshan aroused the master's dissatisfaction, "What are you talking about? I've made a change, I think this is purely a shameless face!"

"I'm so shameless, let's talk about it later. Master, you have said you have made many mistakes, but I have never heard of them. You have made any mistakes and suffered any serious punishment. But now my second uncle has broken his knees in the hall. You can't always be lenient and discipline others with strict discipline, right?"

When he was bickering with the master, Mr. Xue never fell into the peak. Among them, he was full of jokes and his ability to put hats was also first-class.

Just now, Old Xue said a sarcastic sentence. The master glared at him fiercely and walked to the court first.

The master was standing firmly on the main seat of the hall, so Mr. Xue rushed into the hall and helped An Zaihai up.

An Zaihai became stubborn, but was finally helped up by Xue Xiang. He wanted to say that after struggling at this moment, An Zaihai was purely acting, and he had already scolded Mr. Xue in his heart.

Who made Mr. Xue talk to the master this time? It took so long to persuade him. On weekdays, this time, the old cow pulled the cart. An Zaihai made the most malicious speculation. Xue Xiao was afraid that he didn't want to see Secretary An's joke, so he deliberately neglected it.

It's no wonder that Secretary An is malicious. At this moment, he was really old and had a pain in his knees. If he hadn't held his breath in his heart, he would have collapsed long ago.

Xue Laofang helped An Zaihai up, who glared at him fiercely, waved his hand and pushed Xue Lao away.

But he knew that Secretary An was not qualified to show off at the moment. Mr. Xue had just let go of his hands, and his knees were not strong at all, so he immediately fell down. Old Xue was quick to help him hold him, hugged him and sat on the chair, and then lifted a bench to put his legs on the stool. He showed off his skills again and repeatedly massaged his knees. In a flash, the blood stasis melted, and An Zaihai was so comfortable that he shivered.

Clinker An Zaifang screamed happily. With a bang, Master An slapped him heavily on the table, "What do you think of him? I deserve it. Isn't he going to show off his power? Don't you need help? See how capable he is and whether he can fall to death!"

Obviously, Mr. An took advantage of the fact that An Zaihai pushed away Xue Xiang just now and took the opportunity to get angry.

In an instant, Mr. Xue listened to the word "showing off" and it was obvious that Secretary An must have done something that he thought was clever on his back, but in the end he had violated the master's taboo.

This is not the first time this second Duke An has done such a bad thing in the short history of Mr. Xue and An in the past few years.

However, this time it seemed particularly intense, but for a moment, Xue Xiang couldn't think of it.

When Xue Xiangzheng was puzzled, An Zaihai spoke with his neck in his mouth, "How can I show off? Dad, what did I do wrong? You can criticize me, but..." (To be continued)
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