Fast-wearing fancy style

Chapter 324 The pretty widow of the Republic of China VS the iron-faced young marshal [2]

However, human nature is not always easily satisfied.

Carefully stuffing the silver dollar into his pocket, he seemed dissatisfied and said, "So little?"

What she was afraid of was Young Marshal Qing. Now that the young marshal had left, she became more courageous. If there was a chance to get something for nothing, she would naturally not let it go.

Zhao Zhixu turned around and looked at her with a half-smile, "You bought your daughter-in-law for one ocean to make you happy. I'll give you ten now, and you've already earned it. Don't spend your life on money."

The woman shut her mouth in horror.

Only then did Zhao Zhixu nodded in satisfaction, and led his men to leave here in an orderly and fast manner.

Dashuaifu

Le Tong changed his clothes, followed behind the butler, walked to the living room, and stood in front of Qingtian tremblingly.

Butler Zhang bent down and said respectfully, "Young commander, someone brought it here."

"You go down first."

"Yes."

Butler Zhang left here.

The living room was quiet again. This quietness was different from the atmosphere outside, but rather depressing.

Terribly quiet.

Le Tong lowered his head, looked at his own toes, and clutched the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, looking very cramped.

Qing Tian sat on the sofa, staring at Le Tong who was standing at the bottom with sharp eyes like eagle eyes.

Le Tong felt his sizing eyes, and his heart became more and more panicked, as if he was estimating the value of the goods, his calves trembled a little.

After a long time, Qing Tian said, "Raise your head."

His voice was low and full of magnetism, but it was full of coercion.

Le Tong was afraid and didn't dare to resist, and slowly raised her head obediently, revealing her beautiful face.

It's just that her eyes were always lowered, and she didn't dare to look at Qingtian.

The moment Qingtian raised her head, she was startled that there are people so similar in the world.

It was not in vain that he put so much effort to find it.

"Are you willing to serve me?"

Le Tong was surprised, and said submissively, "I... how can I be a widow?"

"You just answer yes or no."

Seeing that she didn't make a sound, Qingtian was not in a hurry, he knew she would agree.

Le Tong pondered for a while, then replied, "I am willing."

She was rescued by Qingtian, so she was out of the sea of ​​misery, but now she is a widow, and when she returns to her own home, she will definitely be kicked out by her parents. In this chaotic era, she has nowhere to go.

She has no choice.

Qingtian nodded in satisfaction, "From tomorrow, I will invite someone to the Marshal's Mansion to teach you knowledge and etiquette. You must learn all of them within a year."

Le Tong raised his eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise, "One year?!" After she finished speaking, she realized that her reaction seemed to be a bit big, and she lowered her head quickly, her expression was more nervous than before, and he hesitated, "That ...That... I'm afraid I won't learn it." After thinking about it, it was still not appropriate, and he said again, "Can it be longer... a little longer..." After speaking, the voice became quieter.

Qingtian adjusted the leather gloves, and said slowly, "I'm not giving you a choice, this is an order, you have promised to serve me, so you must obey all my instructions, understand?"

Le Tong nodded in fear, "I see."

"Go down and rest early." Qingtian got up, "Butler Zhang, take her to the guest room."

After that, he left the living room first.

Steward Zhang walked to Le Tong's side, "Miss Le, please follow me."

The young marshal has already issued an order to treat the woman in front of him as a lady in the future, so naturally they will not disobey as servants.

　I re-edited the previous chapter a little bit, go back and take a look when you have time
　　This plane will no longer remind you of favorability, and will remind you directly when it reaches 100.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)