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Chapter 331 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [9]

After a brief introduction, today's lesson begins.

Le Tong's foundation is too poor, she can only recognize two or three characters, and she can't write at all.

Li Yan also felt quite helpless about this, so he could only teach from the most basic.

Le Tong also knew his level. When Li Yan taught, he listened very carefully.

Half a day passed by, and it was time for Li Yan to leave.

Li Yan packed up his books and stood up, "Miss, from now on, practice three copybooks every day, and hand them over to me for inspection the next day."

Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to complete the task entrusted to him by the young marshal within the stipulated time.

Le Tong blushed slightly, and felt a little embarrassed, "I must practice hard."

Li Yan nodded, "That's all for today's class, I'll come back tomorrow."

Seeing that Li Yan was about to leave, Le Tong immediately stood up and sent him out.

It wasn't all about sending Li Yan to the door of the main house, and she stopped in her tracks.

The Marshal's Mansion is very large, the real gate is far away from the main house, and there is a big garden in the middle. The soldiers guarding the Marshal's Mansion are also divided into ranks, and the closer you go in, the more trusted they are, while the soldiers outside the circle are not at all. With qualifications close to the main house, it is naturally impossible to know what happened in the Marshal's Mansion.

This is what Dong Xue told her.

What's more, Qingtian said that she can't show her face in public, presumably she has such a plan.

But even so, she is willing to be a pawn in his hand.

In the afternoon, Aunt Jiu came over to continue the etiquette class.

Le Tong lived every day to the fullest. In the morning, Mr. Li would come to teach her to read, and in the afternoon, Jiugu would come to teach her etiquette.

As time passed day by day, Le Tong was also growing rapidly, but the more she got to the back, the more strange she felt, because Jiugu seemed to be teaching her to imitate a person's demeanor and movements intentionally or unintentionally.

Although she was curious, she was still not stupid enough to ask directly. She would naturally know when she should know, and with her current status, it was impossible to get the answer she wanted.

half year later

Le Tong stepped into the living room as usual, saw the joy on Butler Zhang's eyebrows, stepped forward and asked curiously, "Butler Zhang, why are you so happy?"

Butler Zhang looked up to see Le Tong, and said with a smile, "Young Marshal will return home today."

After half a year of getting along, Steward Zhang and Le Tong became acquainted, and there was a bit of familiarity in his words.

Le Tong was stunned, as if he couldn't believe the news. Since he left last time, Qingtian hadn't returned home for half a year. He still couldn't believe it when he heard it at first, and he was happy after a short moment of astonishment.

Butler Zhang continued, "The letter I received a few days ago should arrive in a few hours."

Suddenly a servant rushed in, "Housekeeper, the young commander has entered the door, go to the main room immediately."

Hearing this, Steward Zhang hurried out to greet him.

Le Tong followed Steward Zhang out step by step.

Everyone stood at the door and waited.

In the distance, a team of well-trained officers and soldiers ran over and stood beside them in two lines, all holding long guns in their hands.

The first time Le Tong saw the gun, he was a little excited for some reason and wanted to try it.

Just as her thoughts were wandering, a car came from far and near and stopped at the door.

Zhao Zhixu got off the passenger seat, walked around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

The black military boots appeared first in front of everyone, followed by a man in military uniform, who was Qing Tian.

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