Xunmi's movements were too smooth. They stared blankly as the sorrowful figure disappeared from their sight.
Feng Yilin wanted to chase after her, but he didn't know what to say. He stared at the things in front of him in a daze.
"Ahhh, it's really gunpowder. Oh my god, who is she? She's so powerful."
"This penicillin is much purer than the one I developed. Compared to it, I feel like my own is trash."
"Qiyang, Qiyang, tell me quickly. Who is that beauty? I want to be her disciple."
Fu Zhaojun didn't care about their expressions. She quietly opened the box and saw the things inside. Her eyes lit up.
Is that person from the same hometown? She's so powerful. She's so much better than me.
The people who were awakened by Fu Zhaojun's voice all stared at the opened box on the ground in shock.
The box was very big, and it was full of things they dreamed of.
However, none of them had expected the person who had delivered these things to them. Especially when the little girl had mentioned how that person had gotten these things.
It wasn't hard to imagine how much she had suffered. She had given a large amount of military supplies to the Feng army, and now …
"Yilin." It was rare that Min Qiyang didn't call the marshal. He wanted him to see that person. She must be very sad just now.
He came all the way here and happily brought these things, but all he got was a question.
If it were him, he would definitely lose his temper on the spot.
Feng Yilin rushed out with the things in his hand, but that person was already gone.
He randomly grabbed a passerby and asked anxiously in a tone that he didn't even notice.
"Did you see the person in red who just came? Where did she go?"
The guard who was grabbed was startled. When he heard the marshal's question, he quickly replied.
"That young lady said she was going home. If the marshal asks, tell him not to come. She left."
Feng Yilin let go and wanted to go to the station, but Liang Hui stopped him.
"Well, marshal, I don't want to stop you, but Young Lady Qi told me to read the letter first if you want to see her."
When Young Lady Qi told him, he didn't understand. He only understood when he saw the thing in the marshal's hand.
By the way, was that a divorce letter?
Will he be killed by the Marshal in anger? _ (: з? ∠) _
Although Feng Yilin was very impatient, he subconsciously opened the envelope.
Just because that person said it, he did it without hesitation. This feeling was too strange.
Pulling out the paper inside, there were two big words written on the right side: Divorce Letter.
Feng Yilin's pupils contracted, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the footer.
Liang Hui and Min Qiyang had different expressions when they saw it. One of them thought that he would be dealt with badly, while the other didn't expect it to be a divorce letter.
"There's an ambush at Central Station? Why didn't our intelligence agents detect this? "
"Did you encounter any danger when you came over? Is she injured? No, I have to go and take a look."
After skimming through ten lines at a glance, Feng Yilin's already restless heart completely panicked.
Since she knew that there was an ambush, she still went. What if something happened? What if something happened? He couldn't imagine that scene.
As soon as he touched it, his heart ached so much that his entire body twitched. It was as if he was lacking oxygen, and he could no longer see the light.
"Hey, hey, hey. Marshal, don't panic. Miss Qi is very smart, and she's well-equipped."
"She should be quite skilled. Although I didn't see her fight, she's very vigilant."
Liang Hui stopped him again. Since that person didn't want him to go, he would naturally help her. Just treat it as repaying her for saving his life.
Sigh, what an infatuated person.
"You have to think about her expectations for you. What if something happened to you?"
"When she left, she even told you to return safely. You have to take good care of yourself and lead us to victory. Then, you have to appear in front of her with military glory."
"She'll definitely be very happy. The person she likes is a national hero. When the time comes, you can pretend to be pitiful and beg for her forgiveness."
"If that doesn't work, you can kneel down and ask for her hand again. If that doesn't work, you can just snatch her."
The dog-headed military advisor, Liang Hui, clung tightly to Feng Yilin, who was about to forcefully chase after her, and blabbered on without thinking.
Feng Yilin, who was about to go berserk, slowly calmed down. After thinking for a while, he asked uncertainly, "Really?"
Liang Hui nodded repeatedly. "Really. If you don't believe me, you can ask Min Qiyang."
Min Qiyang said, "Yes, really." But really what? His conditioned reflexes made him dumbfounded.
Feng Yilin calmed down, carefully smoothed out the crumpled paper, and gently put it into the envelope.
After thinking for a while, he put it into the inner pocket of his military uniform, where it was closest to his heart.
This was something she had personally written for him, and she had even told him to be careful. Hehe … Feng Yilin automatically ignored the first line of words, and his heart was filled with sweetness.
Pressing down on the envelope, he turned around and floated back to the command center with a silly smile.
This sudden change in attitude stunned Min Qiyang and Liang Hui for a while. It took them a while to come back to their senses and follow him.
It was said that a woman's heart was deep, but they felt that a man's heart was also deep.
"Qiyang, you're back. I just calculated that this batch of medicine can only last for a month at most."
"Why don't we get this team to join the army? They're really strong."
Fu Zhaojun said happily when she saw Min Qiyang. For some reason, Fu Zhaojun didn't like the male lead. Instead, she was very close to the supporting male lead.
"I'm afraid that's … a little difficult." Min Qiyang said after some consideration. He secretly glanced at the Marshal, who was holding the box and thinking about something, and silently added in his heart.
It's still very difficult. After all, we have a … slightly bad Marshal o (????) o.
"Why?" Fu Zhaojun didn't understand.
"Because the Marshal hurt a sincere heart. I don't know if Miss Qi cried."
Liang Hui spoke quickly, and after he finished speaking, he realized that he was in trouble.
As expected, Feng Yilin, who had been quietly thinking, immediately stood up. His body was surrounded by a dark vortex, and people didn't dare to look at him.
It felt like they would be torn to pieces if they weren't careful. It was very scary.
"Marshal, don't worry, don't worry. We can start apologizing and admitting our mistakes now."
Liang Hui wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and hurriedly tried to save him. "You can send Miss Qi some gifts, or send a telegram saying 'I miss you, I love you' or something like that."
Feng Yilin looked at Liang Hui suspiciously. When he saw that Liang Hui was about to fall to the ground and play dead, he said, "Then what should I give her?"
He couldn't change the past, but he wanted her to be happy now. But … he must have made her sadder just now.
He sat down on the chair dispiritedly, the blood in his heart surging.
"Give Miss Qi whatever she likes." Liang Hui praised himself for being quick-witted.
Feng Yilin replied without hesitation, "She likes me, so I'll give myself to her."
Min Qiyang and Liang Hui were speechless. How could a person who had just been divorced be so confident? (?? ′)
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