The next day, the rain stopped, Ling Youjue had already left, and no one knew where he had gone. The letter he left was sent to Gong Mohan by Mr. Huo.

After reading the letter, Gong Mohan pursed his thin lips tightly into a straight line.

At this moment, he finally realized that the so-called friendship between Ling Youjue and Huo Qintong was just an illusion he deliberately created. He was just waiting for an opportunity, but he foolishly gave this opportunity to him!

Damn it!

Gong Mohan felt very unhappy when Ling Youjue made such a move. He put the letter in a ball and held it tightly in his palm.

"Husband, what happened? What did General Huo say in the letter?" Rong Qianzhi thought the letter was written by General Huo to Gong Mohan. She didn't want to casually investigate the matter in the army, so she didn't look at it. At this time, looking at the expression on Gong Mohan's face, she couldn't help asking.

Gong Mohan didn't want to mention the name Ling Youjue at all, and he didn't want to Tsushi because Ling Youjue was a little nervous. He followed suit: "A deputy general in his tent suddenly left without saying goodbye last night, and I don't know where he went." As he said that, Gong Mohan quickly changed the topic: "Tsushi, you don't have to worry about this matter. I have to care about it. It's important for you to recover the injuries on your hands."

"What happened like this?" Rong Qianzhi felt puzzled, but she did not think of Ling Youjue. She said again: "Husband, since everything has happened, you should do whatever you want. You don't need to be too angry. It hurts your body very much, do you know?"

"I know." Gong Mohan took Rong Qianzhi into his arms: "As long as Shuzhi is by my side, no one else matters."

What is Ling Youjue worth?

He knew without guessing that Ling Youjue must have come to Shizhi. He was not giving up on Shizhi at all. He wanted to see what tricks he could use to steal his Shizhi!

Rong Qianzhi smiled with a pursed lips: "Husband, it's getting late, it's time to set off?"

"Well, your hand is injured and you can't ride a horse anymore. I have asked someone to prepare a carriage. I will ride it with you."

"Okay." Rong Qianzhi had no objection, and got on the carriage with Gong Mohan, and the army continued to march towards Juhuguan.

Because it had just rained and the road was muddy, the army was moving very slowly. Rong Qianzhi sat in the carriage and read a book, feeling a little bored. She turned around and was about to lift the curtain and look out, but Gong Mohan took her wrist first.

"Zhizhi, are you sleepy or not, do you want to sleep for a while?" Gong Mohan pulled Rong Qianzhi into his arms. He guessed that Ling Youjue might be near them, and he didn't want him to see Zhizhi at all.

"It rained yesterday, and I slept for almost a day. Where can I still be sleepy now?" Rong Qianzhi didn't know Gong Mohan's thoughts, so she pouted: "Husband, do you really want me to become a pig?"

"Even if my Shizhi becomes a pig, he is the cutest pig!" Gong Mohan smiled and kissed Rong Qianzhi's lips.

"Hate, you are a pig!" Rong Qianzhi pounded Gong Mohan's chest lightly, and was successfully diverted by Gong Mohan.

At this time, a flute sound suddenly came over, the flute sound was melodious and lingering, and with a faint sadness.

Rong Qianzhi frowned. This was a modern song. She couldn't help but think of Ling Youjue. She knew that in her previous life, Ling Youjue was good at playing the flute.

Why is Ling Youjue here?

Thinking of this, Rong Qianzhi pushed Gong Mohan away and wanted to lift the curtains to take a look, but Gong Mohan suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Chapter completed!