C933 Ryukyu in a Hurricane (2/2)

Xiao Letian felt so bad for his wife. She had to take the medicine, shave, pull out the fire, make the soup … Various methods had been used, but eczema was not to be seen. In the end, she had to take the doctor's advice and return to the north, to the climate she was familiar with.

The two wives took away the majority of the women, leaving Qing Wen and Ping Er by her side. At first, the two women were secretly happy, but now they could finally take the lord's place.

Xiao Letian was really too busy, he had to deal with all sorts of documents late into the night every day, it was really pitiful to look at, even with two panda eyes. The two girls, even if they had thoughts of sleeping with him, they all felt sorry for his body, and all rejected all their presumptuous thoughts.

Fortunately, a typhoon had come today, causing the communication between Ryukyu and the outside world to stagnate. The telegraph number had also decreased by two-thirds, allowing Xiao Letian to finally have time to accompany the two of them and have a good time.

Pulling Ping Er into her embrace, Xiao Letian pinched her chin and teased, ”Are you lonely? Don't be afraid of me making you feel lonely? Since there was nothing to do despite the heavy rain and the strong wind, why not … ”Hahahaha!”

Ping Er immediately laughed lewdly. Her face was so red that it looked like blood was about to drip, but she wanted to hide but didn't dare to. Furthermore, she was not willing to hide in her heart, so Qing Wen rolled her eyes at them.

”Aiya? How dare you, Master Bai? Do you dislike me … ”Do you think …” Xiao Letian immediately pulled Qing Wen into her embrace.

”Come, come, this grandpa will play a game with you …” ”The name is' Big Sleeping ',' Lying on the Couch ',' Lecherous Day '…” The shameless Little Chili Pepper, who was speaking to Xiao Letian, could no longer endure it. He viciously pinched the soft flesh on Xiao Letian's waist, making him cry out in pain.

Just as Xiao Letian was about to relax while carrying his wife, suddenly, the sound of splashing water came from outside the study. With a quick glance, he realized that someone was jogging over.

”Prime Minister!” Europe Flash Electricity... ” The shout made all the heat on Xiao Letian disappear like the tide, the two girls quickly got up and tidied up their clothes after hearing this, and then tied up the undone buttons again.

Xiao Letian opened the door and saw that it was actually Wang Huaiyuan. To be able to use the head of the information agency in East Asia to deliver the telegram, it could be seen that the situation was urgent.

”Let's chat in the little Flower Hall …” The two of them quickly walked to the small parlour on the fake mountain. The surrounding guards wanted to follow them, but they were stopped by Xiao Letian in the end, ”You guys wait at the bottom of the fake mountain, don't follow me …”

The small parlour on the fake mountain was actually an improved Chinese pavilion. It was surrounded by thick glass windows, sheltered from the wind and rain, but it did not affect the scenery. It was also the best place for the entire Ryukyu to enjoy the view.

Wang Huaiyuan turned around and closed the door, his face filled with anxiety as he said, ”What should we do? The bombardment of the Dakar, the destruction of the entire city, wouldn't France go crazy? Prepare for battle! Ryukyu must now prepare everything for war, the French will not let this go! ”

Xiao Letian was also stunned by the shocking news. The translated message was sent in duplicate from the Prussian intelligence officer and the Zhiyuan Warship respectively in Africa.

Which was to say that what Xiao Letian saw was exactly the same as the first message that he received earlier on in hamburger. This place only gave a general description of the entire process of the conflict.

Xiao Letian's face also became cold, ”Am I being a bit too unrestrained towards these children? It was one thing to ambush a few merchant ships on the Atlantic Ocean, but they actually dared to attack the French colonies? ”What a mess …”