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Chapter 363 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [41]

Zhu Yi was in such a good mood that he said a few more words about the content of the letter, "Qingtian said that after one month, he will send his cronies to Qingzhou, and he hopes to hand in hand to replace them."

Li Yan said respectfully, "Congratulations Marshal, you are one step closer to unifying China."

Zhu Yi laughed loudly, got up and walked to Li Yan's side, patted his shoulder, "I'd like to borrow your good words."

Li Yan lowered his head, "I don't dare to do it, it's all due to the good leadership of the marshal."

A dark light flashed in Zhu Yi's eyes. Li Yan didn't know what the details were, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find anything more useful. Everything was really like what he said he was a man with lofty ideals who had returned from overseas, but he always felt that he Very weird.

Regarding Zhu Yi's gaze, Li Yan was still as steady as Mount Tai.

After a long time, Zhu Yi said, "Go down."

"Yes."

Li Yan gave him a military salute before leaving.

The phonograph was still in operation, Zhu Yi went to the soft bed and lay down, beat the beat with his right hand on his knee, and hummed along with the rhythm...

In the early morning of the next day, a small soldier walked down the stairs into the basement carrying a food box, and stood at the door of the only clean cell, "It's time to eat."

Le Tong, who was sitting on the bed, turned back in response, walked to the door, and brought in the food box.

The soldier sent the food box and turned to leave, but was stopped by Le Tong.

"Brother, can I trouble you to bring in a pot of flowers for me?" Le Tong looked at him tearfully, "There is nothing in this room except a table, a bed, and a potty. I've been here for so long, what's the matter?" I can’t do it all, I just want to raise potted flowers to relieve my boredom, so you pity me? Maybe I won’t have a chance to go out again.”

The little soldier turned his head and was about to scold, but when he saw Le Tong's appearance, he unconsciously changed his tone, "What flower?"

Le Tong was overjoyed, "This flower grows in the wild, it is a wild flower, and the petals are purple."

The marshal ordered that she should be satisfied with other conditions except for sharp tools, pens and paper. The little soldier thought about it for a while, and felt that giving her a pot of flowers would not cause trouble, so he agreed, "You can get it for you, but wild flowers There are so many, how do I know which one it is?"

Le Tong tentatively asked, "How about I draw it for you?"

"You wait." The little soldier walked out for a while, then came again, handed the pen and paper to Le Tong, and kept urging, "Hurry up."

Le Tong drew the shape of the flower in front of him, then handed him the pen and paper, "Thank you, you are really a good person."

Being praised by a young and beautiful woman, the little soldier blushed slightly, took the pen and paper and walked out in embarrassment.

Seeing no one, Le Tong quickly restrained her smile, turned around and walked to the bedside to sit down, she had been imprisoned for a month, and she didn't know what was going on at Qingtian, she was careless, and fell into the trap.

"Yiyi, why didn't you wake me up that day?"

Thinking of this, Le Tong felt a little depressed. He was still taking a bath, but he appeared here when he woke up.

And her whole body was weak, so she didn't need to guess to know that she was drugged.

Yi Yi felt aggrieved, "I called you, but you fell asleep, and you couldn't wake up."

Le Tong was a little guilty and didn't speak out.

She had several surgeries that afternoon, and she was already a little tired. When she got home, her eyes were almost squinted. In addition, she relaxed her vigilance while taking a bath, so that someone took advantage of her loopholes.

(End of this chapter)