Jiang Shanhe slowly walked out of the darkness.

Li Shouji wiped his eyes, looked at him in disbelief and said, "So you are here."

He said that he had been humming at his door for a long time, but no one came out, so it turned out that someone came to his place.

"What? Do you need me for something?"

Jiang Shanhe didn't say anything, but slowly approached him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Li Shouji thought it was strange that he remained silent. Didn't he hide in the house after receiving the letter before and only come out for a long time? Why was he acting so strangely today?

Even though he said he cared about him very much, his body had already reacted subconsciously. When he got closer, he backed away.

Jiang Shanhe lifted Li Shouji's collar with one hand and said in an almost cold voice, "Don't be afraid, let's settle the account."

Li Shouji stared with all his might, and was half dragged, half pulled, toward the inner room.

It's late at night, so don't disturb others.

Li Shouji looked at the back of his head in astonishment and said anxiously, "Settle the account? What account? What account do we have to settle?"

Jiang Shanhe was gathering his strength, so he was not prepared to pay attention to him.

Li Shouji leaned back and refused to go with him no matter what.

At this moment, his pain nerves told him that if he followed him in like this, he would be in trouble.

But no matter how he resisted, Jiang Shanhe was like a weight and was not affected at all.

Just like that, Li Shouji was taken into the inner room with a confused look on his face. He was pushed to the ground, looking outside with tears in his eyes, trying to find someone to ask for help. But the only response he got was Jiang Shanhe's big hands, which ruthlessly pushed the door open with his backhand and closed it.

Soon, there was a series of clanging sounds coming from inside, like iron hammering, accompanied by faint hesitant calls.

After a while, Jiang Shanhe came out with dishevelled clothes but a happy face, and his steps were much lighter.

After the figure disappeared, Li Shouji walked out of the door tremblingly.

The young man who was a handsome man at that time now looked like a monster in calligraphy and painting.

Her originally neatly-knit hair was now tangled here and there, and her wheat-colored face was covered in blue and black. The most eye-catching thing was the dark circles under her eyes. One wondered how accurate the person who was punching had to be to have such symmetrical dark circles under his eyes.

Li Shouji spat out the clothes in his mouth, then walked out trembling.

As he walked, he was still muttering, "Get the horses ready!" These bastards actually dared to deceive me. Wait, these bastards are going to piss me off to death...

So, that night, all the military officials' homes became very lively.

The next day, people in the barracks discovered something strange.

Who could tell them why all the officers had bruises on their faces to varying degrees?

Could it be some special combat strategy?

Not only was the atmosphere among the soldiers strange, but the atmosphere among the officers was also weird.

On the training ground, although Li Shouji's eyes were mostly on the soldiers below the ground, he could still see a few people around him with his peripheral vision.

He was angry, so he couldn't help but snorted loudly at the people around him, scaring the strong men so much that they silently retracted their necks.

Only after Li Shouji's gaze left her did she relax.

They just said, they are all dead...

Da Mao was the farthest away from Li Shouji. He should have been next to him, but after last night, he hid as far away from him as possible.

When I saw him, my whole body ached subconsciously. I couldn't afford to offend him. It was so scary. Wuwuwu~

As a result of these actions, Xiaoguo suddenly received letters from Jiang Shanhe written to her at different times a few days later, and the content of each letter was more sad than the last.

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The woman that Jiang Shanhe thought about day and night was now silently worrying.

After searching for a while without any results, Xiaoguo impatiently took out all the clothes in the closet and threw them on the bed.

Then rearrange them one by one.

The purpose of this behavior is not to organize seasonal clothes, but to find a lost piece of clothing.

"I put it here after washing it..."

Xiaoguo repeated this while folding the clothes.

She had been looking for the person back and forth several times and was getting a little annoyed.

She had looked for it before, but hadn't found it then.

Isn’t there a saying that goes, the more you look for something, the more anxious you are, the harder it is to find it. But if you stop looking for it, it will appear soon.

So, after she couldn’t find it the first time, she stopped looking for it, hoping that it would suddenly appear. But the result was so disappointing that she stopped looking for it, and it really disappeared.

That was her most beautiful and expensive piece of clothing. Why did she have to throw away this one when she could throw away any other one?

No, none of them can be lost. She has always kept such private things in good order. How can they just disappear? It's really strange...

Yuling and Xiaozhu were outside, sewing clothes while listening to the noise coming from the inner room.

"What are you looking for, Sister Xiaoguo?"

“It looks like a bellyband.”

Xiaozhu repeated in disbelief, "Dumbbell?"

How can such private clothes be lost?

Yu Ling nodded and said, "I've been looking for it for a long time but couldn't find it. I heard that it was Xiao Guo's favorite and most expensive bellyband."

"Who told you that?"

Xiaozhu asked curiously, how come she didn't know all these things she said, even though they were living under the same roof.

"Sister Xiaoguo just said it herself, didn't you hear it? That's right, you were so focused on needlework, how could you hear anything?"

"Xiaozhu, please help me check if the stitches are correct."

After Yuling finished speaking, she handed the purse she had sewn to Xiaozhu with a little trepidation.

Both of them have only recently learned needlework from Xiaoguo. At first, Xiaoguo didn't want to teach them because her skills were not very authentic. If they want to learn, they can ask a professional to teach them.

However, the two of them refused without a second thought. They didn't want to achieve anything great in their studies. They just wanted to do some sewing.

So, Xiaoguo taught them this way. Apart from other things, she had no problem with the sewing and mending for daily household use.

Of the two, I thought that the older Yuling would be more dexterous, but unexpectedly, it was Xiaozhu who learned the fastest and most seriously.

Yuling is good at working with things, but it hurts when she touches the needle and thread. She can't stand such delicate work, and she can't sit still. It's very uncomfortable for her. Needlework is like torture to her.

On the other hand, Xiaozhu can sit quietly for a whole day without feeling tired. It seems that she is very talented in this aspect. If Xiaoguo teaches her something, she can remember it and can also figure out other stitches.

After hearing what she said, Xiaozhu nodded in sudden understanding. She realized that it was too easy for her to get lost in meditation while doing needlework. Once immersed in it, she could not hear or see anything, and her only focus was on the needle and thread in front of her.

Then he took the purse she handed over, looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "No problem!"

After hearing this, Yu Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's great~"

If it doesn't work, I have to cut it open and sew it again, which is very troublesome.

Xiaozhu giggled and continued to busy herself with the purse in her hand. How could such a fun thing be a form of torture? It would be better for her to keep sewing it.

It's sunny outside, but it's stormy inside.

Xiaoguo was almost numb from stacking clothes. She almost tore down the closet, but still couldn't find it. However, she did find a piece of silver hidden inside.

I helplessly put all the clothes back into the closet, but had to face the reality: I really couldn't find the bellyband.

There were no outsiders at home, and who would steal such a private piece of clothing as a bellyband, so theft was ruled out as a possible reason.

Then there is only one possibility left, which is... where did she put the bellyband?!?