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Chapter 338 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [16]

Yan Sen continued to watch the play, but his mood obviously changed.

Steward Yan entered the backstage through the side door, and after a while, he returned to Marshal, "Back to Marshal, that woman's name is Wutong, she is an artist just accepted by the troupe."

New artist?
This is strange, why did not accept early or late, but just accepted the newcomer some time before his birthday.

Yan Sen had some doubts in his heart, looked at Yan San, "Go and check her background for me."

"Yes."

Yan San took the order and left the theater directly.

Yan Sen shifted his gaze to the stage and listened to the play seriously...

In a blink of an eye, the banquet was coming to an end, Le Tong went backstage and changed his clothes to prepare to go back.

"Miss, please stay."

Le Tong turned his head and saw a man in military uniform walking slowly from the door with steady steps.

The man's facial features were correct, and there was a bit of heroism between his brows. Presumably, this was He Shaoqing, the military advisor next to Marshal Yan.

Le Tong stopped, with a smile on his face, "I don't know why the officer is looking for me?"

He Shaoqing had no expression on his face, but his voice was serious, "Marshal has an order, please come and stay at the mansion for a few days."

Le Tong hesitated for a while, then nodded, "I'm going to go with you when I'm about to drop something."

He Shaoqing turned around and went straight to the door, standing at the door like a sculpture.

The meaning is self-evident.

Le Tong pursed his lips and smiled, it seemed that the fish was hooked.

After simply packing up his things, he followed He Shaoqing to the Marshal's Mansion.

But he didn't see Yan Sen, but Zhang Ma, the maid of Marshal's Mansion, entertained her.

However, this was also within her expectation. With Yan Sen's personality, he would definitely investigate carefully before meeting her, and he would not summon her until he confirmed his innocence.

Le Tong didn't ask any more questions, and went down to the guest room led by Zhang Mama.

She settled down in Marshal Yan's mansion with peace of mind, Zhang Ma even assigned a maid named Xiaoyue to her, and her life was considered comfortable.

After a month of living like this, Le Tong became more and more anxious. Yan Sen never saw her during her stay in the Marshal's Mansion.

Could it be that her true identity was found out?

Impossible, when Qingtian sent her here, he should have taken care of everything.

So what other things were holding him back.

"What are you thinking?"

Le Tong came back to his senses, a magnified face suddenly appeared in front of him, he was startled, followed by embarrassment and anger, "Why are you here?"

The tone is familiar, obviously they have known each other for a long time.

The man naturally put his arms around Le Tong's shoulders, and behaved affectionately, "Of course I came to find you."

Le Tong dodged his hand, looked around nervously, heaved a sigh of relief when no one found out, turned back to look at the man in front of him, and said angrily, "This is the Marshal's Mansion, I'm sure it's Marshal Yan please The guests who came, be careful to be discovered."

The man was furious when he heard that, "I, Song Bai, thought that I was the head of a village at any rate. What's wrong with me liking a woman? Are you still shameless?"

Le Tong hurriedly stepped forward to cover his mouth, and scolded him in a low voice, "Hush your voice, walls have ears."

Song Bai grabbed her tender water and laughed foolishly a few times, "I'll go and tell Marshal godfather, let you marry me."

Le Tong pulled out his hand, and hid back without a trace, his face was sad, tears were rolling in his eyes, so pitiful, he wanted to refuse and greeted, then turned and ran into the room.

Song Bai looked at Le Tong's back until it disappeared, and put down his hand weakly.

(End of this chapter)