"Of course, I have to go to the old man's eyes to open it. How can we enjoy it first?" Xue Xiang shook his head and denied his idea.

An Weihong pondered indecisively. He knew that Xue Xiang would never take fake things to his grandfather, but he didn't understand why he had to offer such a good thing. Although the antique market is basically paralyzed now, it is extremely easy to get rid of such good things. Does he have something to ask his grandfather for his own? It's not enough to stand his age, it must be for the sake of his family. Yes, it must be like this.

An Weihong was indeed a smart person, and guessed Xue Xiang's thoughts thoroughly. Since he knew that Xue Xiang meant this, he naturally doubted: "Brother Xue, I have basically known your purpose. You want to take the opportunity of offering treasures to meet the old man, right? But in this way, this treasure has nothing to do with me. This is not considered helping my brother."

Xue Xiang didn't expect that he was so quick and guessed his thoughts. He smiled and said, "Wei Hong, what you said makes sense. This calligraphy and painting is the birthday gift I gave to the old man. Your birthday gift will naturally be wrapped in me, and I guarantee that it will not be inferior to Sister Hongzhuang's "Wancao Label". Besides, the birthday of the old general has not yet arrived yet. Now I will send it. When your brothers and sisters present their birthday, you can't watch it."

Seeing that Su Zizhan's calligraphy must be impossible, but it is not bad to make a pair of them, so she agreed immediately: "I don't care about Brother Xue's treasures. I promised that I will ask you for my birthday. You can just talk about how much it costs. I'm buying it, but I don't want it. I dare not take the birthday gift to the old man for nothing."

"Okay, wrap it on me." Xue Xiang and An Weihong clashed a few cups, and a bottle of Porto was about to drink. An Weihong's two guards who were being held by the waiter on the sofa woke up. The two guards were dizzy and thought for a while before they realized that they had been knocked out. This was really embarrassing to grandma's house. They just stood up and rushed towards Xue Xiang, but An Weihong stopped him: "You are still from the Central Guard Corps, even my brother,

I haven't taken any moves, it's embarrassing. Well, don't follow me, and I'll ask Lao Wang to arrange a unit for you." It's not that Xue Xiang's fighting skills are better than two guards. One is that the two guards underestimate the enemy too much, thinking that the other party is just an ordinary young man and has not tried his best. The second is that Xue Xiang takes action too quickly and hits the key points, which makes the two lose their ability to resist instantly, and the original fierce fighting has also become Xue Xiang's personal performance.

After hearing what An Weihong said, the two men's faces changed drastically. They knew that this arrangement would have lost the opportunity to make progress forever. At that time, the head's personal guard was a bit similar to the servants of the military generals in the late Ming Dynasty, and they leaned on each other as their masters and servants. The head would arrange the guards that had been used for a certain period of time to the army and take charge of the troops. The guards also regard the heads who were defending as their masters. In the early days, there were conflicts between the heads, and the guards on both sides fought in a fire. From this, it can be seen that the guards of the senior head were actually confidants.

Xue Xiang knew that his trouble had ruined the future of the two soldiers, and he felt sorry for him, and said, "Wei Hong, I just took advantage of the situation and was lucky. I still know the skills of the two guards. They are definitely the top-notch guards. Didn't you let your brother be a villain after such a trouble?"

Xue Xiang spoke, and An Weihong had to give face. First, he was really afraid of him. Even though the two guards were standing by, the cold feeling in his bones reminded him not to mess with this smiling tiger; second, he also hoped that he would help him get his grandfather's birthday gift, so he had to give face. Besides, he just took the opportunity to knock on the two guards. After all, after all, after being with me for so many years, how could he change it?

An Weihong waved his hand and said, "See Brother Xue's face, let's forget about this. You can be more vigilant in the future. Don't lose my head one day, you don't know what's going on." He couldn't forget the broken glass.

The two guards nodded to Xue Xiang gratefully, saluted Hua Weihong again, without saying a word. An Weihong ordered the two guards to go to check the bill and asked Xue Xiang Shao to stay, and then take him to his house later.

Xue Xiang got up and took a long red wooden box at Kang Tong, and told Kang Tong that Lei Xiaotian would go to work first. He had something to do here, so it was not convenient to take them with him. Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian knew that Xue Xiang's affairs had been done, so they said he was careful and walked away.

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The old general An is a member of the J Committee. Although he has an independent residence in the home, he does not like the solemn and solemn atmosphere inside, so he has always lived in Songzhuzhai on Wangfu Street. Songzhuzhai is a large courtyard with an area of ​​more than three acres and is called Songzhu. As the name suggests, it is widely planted with green bamboo and cypress. Xue Xiang led by An Weihong through the guard post and entered the courtyard. This is an atypical courtyard in the capital. The courtyard is vast and the rooms are not many. It is not like the ordinary courtyard. There are houses on all sides. This unique courtyard has only one main house, and the courtyard is built under it. The courtyard is spacious and open, with plenty of sunshine and a wide view. In addition to the staggered pine formation and bamboo forest, there is a pavilion on the west side of the courtyard. The pavilion is surrounded by flowers and plants, and although the flowers and plants are not

Famous species are all ordinary folk vegetation, but they are full of fragrance and bloom brilliantly. The pavilion is surrounded by flowerbeds, and only four rows (hang four tones) are left for people to walk on. Lilac, crabapple, elm-leaf plum, mountain peach blossoms, etc. There are various potted plants in the pavilion, occupying most of the fifteen-square pavilion. The potted plants include pomegranate trees, oleander, golden osmanthus, silver osmanthus, azaleas, gardenia, etc., and some bear fruit. A half-acre square vegetable bed is opened on the right side of the yard. The vegetables and vegetables are growing happily, cucumbers are green, peppers are bright red, and there are fat tomatoes hanging on the branches. This season is a good time for a hundred flowers to bloom and the butterflies to dance. The flowers and trees in the courtyard are sparse and elegant. When you walk from afar, the fragrance is as if you are walking in the sea of ​​flowers and plants.

Xue Xiang followed An Weihong through the bamboo forest, pine formation, headed towards the pavilion along the path between flowers and plants, and walked through the nursery to the pavilion. There were three people in the pavilion, and a guard stood beside him, two old men playing chess in the stone table and on the stone bench. The old man on the left was all white in his hair and beard, with a round face, a bridge of his nose, a shiny skin, and a rosy face. He was obviously old but not weak, and was well maintained. The old man on the right had no beard, had big ears, a straight nose and wide mouth, and it was difficult to tell the age from a distance. He was forced to observe it. The old man on the left had a spot on his face and sparse hair all showed that he was a decaying old man.

The old man with white hair held red, the old man with black hair held black, the Chu River and Han dynasties had already been close to each other, and the killing was hard to resolve. Xue Xiang followed Hua Weihong to the table, and no one paid attention to the arrival of the two. An Weihong was used to it, standing quietly to watch the battle. Xue Xiang followed suit and would never speak out. On the chess face, the main force of the red chess side had two horses left, and the black chess only had two guns and one cart. From the perspective of military strength, the black chess had a slight advantage, but from the current battle situation, the black chess was barely in desperate situation. The red chess two horses had entered the central palace, and the two horses were about to kill the generals.

The chess and two cannons barely crossed the border, and the attack was weak and the defense was not enough. The white-haired old man tasted a sip of tea, knocked down the table, humming in his mouth, "The sky of Jiefang Q is a bright sky, and the people of Jiefang Q like it very much...", smiling and shaking his head. The black-haired old man shook his palm-leaf fan faster and faster. In fact, the cool breeze in the pavilion was blowing, refreshing and tighter, no less than the air-conditioned rooms in later generations, so he could not use a fan. The black-haired old man's eyebrows were getting closer and closer, and he moved his hand over the chess piece, which seemed to be deducing the situation.

"Old An, give up your son and admit defeat. It's time for me to win. If I hadn't underestimated the enemy in the previous few games, I'm afraid you would have lost a lot." The white-haired old man sipped tea and squinted his eyes to persuade the black-haired old man. The white-haired old man was so proud that he played the trick of persuading surrender.

With Lao An's words, the identity of the old black-haired man was self-evident. In fact, Xue Xiang had already predicted that the old black-haired man must be General An. First, An Wei stood behind the old black-haired man during the macro battle, and his closeness and closeness were obvious; second, he was as old as the old black-haired man in his eighties, but there was no need to dye his hair, which was obviously for the need to be photographed.

General An slapped the teacup on the table: "Old Qian, Lao Qian, you lost four games after playing five games, and you are so embarrassed to say that you are aggressive because you underestimate the enemy. Why don't you say that you are not very good at chess skills? You always like to find some subjective reasons and ignore objective facts. If you don't learn dialectics well, you will make mistakes."

"Do it, don't teach me a big class. I know you are a political worker. If we play chess, don't just hang on it. I'm not very good at chess? Why did you lose? You should win me." Old Man Qian said, his eyebrows tilted and he gained the upper hand.

"Have you lost? This game is not over yet. You guy is prouder."

"Then you go down, don't just say you won't practice. If you don't continue, of course you won't lose. With your character, you won't be."

"you"

On the scene, Old General An was stopped by Old Man Qian, and he was almost stopped by him on the chessboard. He was in a dilemma and stared at the chessboard in a daze. Old Man Qian was happily savoring tea and humming his revolutionary tune.

"Huh" General An exclaimed, then cheered and threw the palm fan at the edge: "Old Qian, see what he wanted!" After that, he pulled the cannon from the middle from the front line, and closely followed the taxi on the cross star to guard the penultimate line, preventing the old man Qian from becoming a slap.

Old Man Qian spit out a mouthful of tea: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could you guy think of this? You must be cheating."

"Hey hey hey, it's here again. It's like this every time, but it's boring. I didn't steal the pieces, nor did I move the pieces. There are only five people here, and no one is talking, so I'll call you a tyrannical boy. Now it's my turn to deal with you."
Chapter completed!