Chapter 55: The sudden rise of the storm

The Wuhan Bridge can be said to be idle. How can the matter between *** and Nanyang not be hovering in my heart?

The matchmaker nodded slightly.

"I don't know if I can scare the British." Ye Zhao sighed softly. In fact, no matter what, the Imperial Army would not go deep into the hinterland of India to conflict with the British. So what if it occupied India? China cannot afford the consequences of the destruction of the entire Chinese maritime trade by the British fleet.

The matchmaker pursed her lips and said, "If you want to say that in the eyes of foreigners, you are very powerful and braver than you, you will definitely scare the British."

Ye Zhao knew that she was relieved and smiled and said, "I hope the British think I am very proud of my face. If I can't scare him, I really don't know what to do."

"If you can't help but be fooled, you have to endure it. In the past, Goujian was able to lie on firewood and taste gall. What's this? Aceh State will just be a few years later." The matchmaker gently patted Ye Zhao's hand.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly and slowly leaned back to the sofa.

Looking at the graceful dancer in armor on the stage, Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Wife, wasn't you so pitiful when you first rebelled?"

"What kind of kitchen knife? Have you ever seen me use a spear?" The matchmaker glared at Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao laughed and said, "It's still pitiful to think about it. He wants to fight for the world with an iron tool? Now, any piece of pig iron that can be taken out in Guangzhou Steel Factory is better than your spear, right?"

"Nonsense!" The matchmaker gave Ye Zhao a blank look, but thinking about it, she was so brave. What if she didn't know this little Tartar of the past? Thinking about the current light and heavy weapons of the empire, the matchmaker really wiped her cold sweat.

"Are you scared?" Ye Zhao asked with a smile.

The matchmaker also sighed softly and said, "I'm not afraid. When I started the incident, I didn't expect to have a good end, but I just don't know where to die."

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Is it because I have a sense of security and a thought? Maybe I can have a happy life of getting married and having children with the little Tartar."

"I feel so stingy, who wants to give birth to you?" The matchmaker glared at Ye Zhao again, then shook his head, and said, "You are right. Later, I met you and seemed to feel more at ease when I was sleeping, but I never thought that there would be today."

Ye Zhao sat up with a smile, picked up the fragrant tea on the coffee table, and then saw the matchmaker's small red silk pants and red embroidered shoes under the flowery skirt. Thinking of the matchmaker's wonderful body as light as feathers and the slender legs that make people dying, I couldn't help but feel moved and said in the matchmaker's ear: "Come on, sit on my lap, my husband hugged you and listened to the song, giving you a more sense of security."

The matchmaker's pretty face turned red and she just pretended not to hear it.

Ye Zhao suddenly let out another sound, shocked and deceitful, which scared the matchmaker, and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

Ye Zhao said: "My brother-in-law is about to have a mixed-race family, right?" Boss Su had already married the Western woman, as if the day of a foreign sister-in-law was about to give birth.

The matchmaker looked at him helplessly, and had a thought for a moment. Why did he think of his brother again? If he recorded his words and deeds in the book, then no one in the world would believe it.

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Chapter completed!