Despite the difficulties and tragic circumstances, the War of Resistance Against Japan will win and Japan will lose. Being a traitor will definitely not have good results. Therefore, if you want to fight against Japan, at least you cannot wait for the reputation of a traitor to be shot after the war.

And because he was unlucky to possess the tyrant son of a rich man, his grandfather and father accidentally took advantage of the robbery when they made their fortune, and did not rely on the government and did not do any unintentional things. The large tract of land would have wings flying over? Just like a businessman, no matter how kind and generous he was, he was still a traitor. Can he make money if he didn't traitor?

Besides, what good things he has done himself? He defected to the Japanese, exploited tenants, paid food and paid to the Japanese, arrested and tortured patriotic students, and forced female students to be concubines... It's over, it's over.

Some things cannot be thought about, let alone thought deeper. Yang Tianfeng quickly forced himself to stop further in order to avoid completely disrupting some of his existing ideas. Take one step at a time. It is useless to think too much. Anyway, since he has foresight of historical development, it should not be difficult to avoid disasters, right?

Yes, you should smile at life and smile at life. This is a mentality and a state of mind. There are inevitably fatigue, pain, setbacks, and sourness in life. These all make people feel very tired, but as long as a cluster of hope is ignited in the heart and a bright light is lit, ideals will shine and life will be colorful.

At this time, Hu Zi lifted the curtain and walked in. He saw Yang Tianfeng leaning against the head of the bed. Although he seemed to be sick, he knew from others that the young master's life was fine, so he had a sincere joy on his face.

"Young Master, you have something to ask me for trouble." Hu Zi was a little clumsy and wanted to say a few words, but he couldn't remember how to speak for a while, so he had to pause and said with a stiff look.

Yang Tianfeng smiled and said, "Huzi, sit down, I want to ask you something."

Hu Zi was not polite either. He sat on the chair, looked at Yang Tianfeng, and waited for him to speak.

"That--th, where is the third concubine?" Yang Tianfeng asked embarrassedly.

Hu Zi didn't pay attention to Yang Tianfeng's expression, and he said straight away: "The third concubine is locked up. The old lady said that if the young master is, if he has a few shortcomings, he will kill her to pay tribute."

"Oh." Yang Tianfeng nodded. It's good that the person is still alive. He felt very guilty now, so he said with concern: "Is she okay?"

Hu Zi shook her head and said, "It's not good. No doctor has given her a doctor to treat her injuries. She has bleeding a lot. Although she stopped later, she was tied up and had no teeth in her teeth for two days. She is half gone."

"She is injured, what's going on?" Yang Tianfeng was knocked unconscious, so he naturally didn't know what happened later.

Hu Zi told the story of what happened on the night of the wedding, and Yang Tianfeng realized it. After pondering for a while, he said, "You go and find a doctor, treat her well, and find a few more maids to serve her well, so don't make things difficult for her anymore."

Hu Zi nodded and agreed, but said hesitantly: "What if the third young lady seeks death again?"

Yang Tianfeng gently stroked his forehead. This was indeed a headache. From Hu Zi's description, it can be seen that this is a strong girl and is difficult to deal with. But after all, this matter is caused by oneself, so you must take responsibility!

"This is it-" Yang Tianfeng reached out and called Hu Zi in front of him, whispered his own method, and then sighed and said: "Although it doesn't sound nice, if I can give up her idea of ​​seeking short-sightedness and save her life, I will have only one move."

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Yang Tianfeng's injury was on his head, to be precise, it should be a concussion or something. Now that he woke up, he was mostly healed, but his body was still weak and his muscles were a little ached. But in the afternoon, it was no longer a problem for him to relax in the small garden with the help of others.

The fragrance swam beside him, and there were roses, lilacs, and some flowers and plants that Yang Tianfeng could not call him. Sitting on the soft chair, he stared at the pool water for a long time.

Meng Qiulan sat at his feet and gently rubbed his legs. After a while, she stopped, moved her wrists, looked up at Yang Tianfeng, but found that Yang Tianfeng's eyes had already been cast from the pool water on her body, with a thoughtful expression on her face. Then, Yang Tianfeng stretched out his hand to her. Meng Qiulan was stunned for a moment before she understood what Yang Tianfeng's actions meant.

"You're nineteen years old, right?"

"According to the old Chinese saying, it is twenty, and according to foreigners, it is nineteen." Meng Qiulan sat next to Yang Tianfeng, feeling the long-lost tenderness, her eyes became blurred, and she seemed to have returned to the time when she first met Yang Tianfeng, and her answer was exactly the same as she was at that time.

Yang Tianfeng pinched and touched his smooth little hand, and the smooth jade bracelet trembled on Meng Qiulan's wrist. He remembered that night she had worn the bracelet with him, which was the only decoration on her jade body.

He has indeed been a little too much about her these days. In this big mansion, the servants are also used to watching the charm. As the eldest son of the Yang family, every move will have a great impact on this woman who is suffering and who only wants to live a peaceful life.

Moreover, the old lady of the Yang family also set a strange rule that no matter how many women she married, only the son of the husband would be made into a big house. Before there were no descendants, the eldest lady's seat was empty, and the women she married were nominally concubines. I don't know how she came up with this competitive job mechanism, which is very interesting.

Yang Tianfeng thought about it, stared at Meng Qiulan's fair neck, and involuntarily embraced Meng Qiulan's slender waist. He placed his hand on Meng Qiulan's flat and soft abdomen and gently drew a circle, pressed his face against her shoulders, and smelled the indescribable faint fragrance from her skin.

"Tianfeng, someone is coming." Meng Qiulan's voice was not loud, shy and timid, and she was breathing slightly heavy when she was moved.

"It's Zhou Laishan." Meng Qiulan reminded again, and covered her hand on Yang Tianfeng's hand, which was almost moved to her chest.

Yang Tianfeng opened his eyes unhappily, sat up straight, paused for a moment, and said, "Let him come over!"

Zhou Laishanhara was also from a wealthy family. He spent money to burn incense and kowtow to become a master, practiced martial arts, and made friends with a group of friends. Later, his family was defeated, so he went around here and became a famous bachelor. Until he was recruited by the Yang family, he became the head of the Yang family's yard guard, and now he is the squadron leader of the Second Squadron of the Security Corps.
Chapter completed!