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Chapter 335 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [13]

If she can choose, she is not willing to go out. If she goes out to perform tasks, there will be many uncertain factors, but this is an order, and she must obey it.

Le Tong restrained his emotions, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning, I will ask Zhao Zhixu to take you to Xiangzhou, the base of the Hunan Army. When you get there, someone will arrange what to do for you."

Qingtian caught the flash of reluctance in her eyes, and was puzzled in his heart. As a soldier, receiving orders is a sacred thing. There is apprehension and firmness...but he doesn't have this kind of mood, as if he is fighting with The beloved parted, but he always didn't like to meddle in the private affairs of his subordinates. If she fell in love with a man from the Marshal's Mansion, he would fulfill her request after the task was completed.

"Okay, then I'll go back and get ready."

"Ah."

After leaving the study, Le Tong went back to the room directly, and simply tidied up his close-fitting clothes.

Seeing Le Tong's movements, Dong Xue asked in confusion, "Miss, where are you going?"

Le Tong didn't turn his head, and continued to move his hands, "I'm going to leave for a while."

Dong Xue couldn't accept the news, "Why?"

Didn't you live well, why did you leave.

After getting along for a year, Dongxue still likes this young lady very much, she smiles at everyone without a temper, and the most important thing is that the young lady treats her very well.

Le Tong put down the clothes in his hand, and said with a smile, "Of course there is something to do, I will be back soon, you don't have to worry."

Dongxue was still a little unhappy, but she also knew that she couldn't change it.

Seeing her appearance, Le Tong promised to bring her delicious food when he came back, and Dong Xue became happy.

One master and one servant, seriously began to pack their luggage.

The next day, Le Tong got on the train to Xiangzhou.

The Marshal's Mansion seemed even quieter than usual.

In the early morning, Qingtian walked to the dining table and sat down, took a sip of porridge with a spoon, frowned slightly, "Come here."

Steward Zhang stepped forward and said respectfully, "I don't know what orders the young commander has?"

Qingtian pointed to the breakfast, "Who made the porridge today, why is the taste different?"

"Young Marshal, he is still the cook before."

Qingtian took another sip, it didn't taste right.

Seeing the appearance of the young marshal, Steward Zhang woke up, "Young marshal, is there something wrong with this dish? Do you want me to call Aunt Wang from the kitchen?"

"No, you go down first."

"Yes."

Qingtian forced himself to finish all the porridge.

Putting down the chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth, "Leave it."

He got up, took the military cap that Steward Zhang handed over, and went directly to the army.

In the next few days, Qingtian couldn't find that taste no matter how hard he tried, so that he recently ate very little.

This morning, just after dawn, Qingtian ran halfway through the run, and the hunger became more and more obvious.

The footsteps subconsciously walked towards the kitchen.

At the moment, there are only a few maids in the kitchen.

Women don't like small talk more.

They are no exception, at the moment they are gathering together to chat with the owner, Li Jiashou.

"Recently, the Young Marshal eats less and less."

"Yeah, I remember eating a lot before."

"Have you noticed that when the Young Marshal has the best appetite, it's all made by Miss Le herself."

"You say it like this, it seems to be the reason."

"Okay, don't discuss the affairs of the master's house." Aunt Wang interrupted their discussion, she turned around with a bowl in her hand and saw the person coming at the door, she was startled, her voice trembling slightly, "Young commander!"

(End of this chapter)