Hua Ting looked around, the soldiers dressed in thick gray military uniforms and armed with new guns lined up neatly, just for training, they could also feel the majesty and momentum.

In the plains not far away, it was very empty, and the uneven yellow earth was covered with clumps of withered weeds, and occasionally a handful or two of wild flowers were piled up, which also stained the vast late autumn with some color; A small river that was still relatively clear flowed quietly, with a few thin dead leaves floating on the surface of the river.

The dust was flying, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and just listening to the sound of the horse's four hooves was blowing. A man and a horse from far to near, the man on the horse was dressed in a blue military uniform, with long boots on his legs, no badges on his shoulders, only a belt diagonally crossed, and a holster attached to his waist. The man was upright, his military uniform was held up handsomely, handsome, and the dark belt around his waist was tightly tied, revealing a slender waist that Ying Ying held in his hand.

The sound of horses' hooves came to a river, and then he stopped, and his right hand, wearing leather gloves, loosened the reins, straightened his waist, and pushed his index finger to the brim of the military hat, and when he looked up, he revealed a hibiscus jade face. The chin is slightly raised, the thin lips are gently raised, and the tip of the straight nose is a pair of starry eyes like ink, the slender phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and even the tails of the eyes have a somewhat high-spirited posture.

The man took a few steps forward and looked at the man standing by the river, before he had just run past a circle of horses, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Inagaki Shihei led the coat and slapped his horse to drink water, before he smiled at the flower on the horse: "Your horse is riding well." ”

Hua Ting looked at the undisguised appreciation in his eyes, hooked his thin lips and smiled, leaned over slightly, touched his right hand to the side waist, and raised his hand with a black hole muzzle aimed at Inagaki Shihei's eyebrows.

She looked condescendingly at Inagaki Shihei, who was only two or three meters away, the gun was already loaded, pressed the hammer, and the gloved index finger pulled the trigger, moved slightly, and made a slight bullet.

The joy in Inagaki Shihei's eyes gradually faded, and he was slowly covered with frost, and Hana Ting also looked back at him, staring at his eyebrows, his eyes were black and hollow, suppressing deep emotions.

The horse under him moved his front hooves, snorted, and when he heard his hand move, he deviated slightly, pulled the trigger, and with a "bang", the bullet grazed the ears of Inagaki Shihei and hit a hare running by the river.

Hua Ting hooked the gun in his hand, straightened his waist, raised his eyebrows at Inagaki Zhihei, and showed an evil and cunning smile: "My marksmanship is also good." ”

Inagaki Shihei looked at her for two seconds, then suddenly shook his head and laughed, his evil eyes bloomed again, he walked towards her, kicked the saddle and got on the horse, sat behind her, hugged her in his arms, and ran back with a clamp on the horse's belly.

The wind hit her face a bit, and the arm he wrapped around her waist was as hard as iron, and she could feel the pulse beating in her muscles. Hua Ting lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes covering her vision, and she didn't ignore that when she pulled out her gun just now, Inagaki Zhiping's right hand subconsciously pressed the action of the gun on his waist.

He didn't believe her.

At least not all of her.

She only followed him, watched him practice, drank horses with him, and talked to him. He never told her about the affairs of the army, let alone gave her access to any necessary documents.

He spoiled her and guarded her.

When he returned to the camp, Inagaki had just sat down, and he was asking someone to bring a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and bring his horse back. At this time, a soldier came to report that Adjutant Liang had returned.

Hua Ting, who was sitting on a chair drinking hot tea, looked up, and saw a thinner young officer, about thirty-five years old, with dark skin, a slightly pointed face, and very shrewd eyebrows and eyes.

That officer was Shihei Inagaki's adjutant named Liang Jinji. He saluted to Inagaki Shi, then looked sideways at Hua Ting, and was stunned for a moment before nodding. Hua Ying Ying smiled when she heard this, and said in a low voice: "It was Adjutant Liang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Hua heard that he was rarely so familiar with the same person, and Inagaki Shihei raised his eyebrows with some surprise: "You actually recognize it." ”

"Naturally, I recognize it." Hua Ting raised her head idly in a casual tone, smiling rather than smiling, "I met at one of my husband's dinners before. ”

Liang Jinji's expression changed, and he hurriedly looked at Inagaki Zhiping above. Inagaki didn't look at him, only carelessly stroked the folds on the cuffs, and the lines of the tortoiseshell wrench on his hand were like the eyes of a tiger.

Liang Jinsi frowned, wanting to say something, but looked at Hua Ting in embarrassment.

Hua Ting smiled slightly, put the tea bowl on the table, stood up lazily, and said to Inagaki Zhiping: "I'm bored, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Inagaki Shihei reached out and shook her hand, and said, "Put on gloves, your fingers are so cold." ”

Hua Ting took the leather gloves on the table, walked out with a light touch on his arm, and with a little bit of grace in his gestures, he paused when he passed by Liang Jinsi, and a low chuckle came into his ears, and he didn't know if it was a hallucination, he actually felt that his scalp was a little numb.

Hua Ting walked outside, but saw a little guard no more than thirteen or fourteen years old sitting on the ground carving something. Curiously, she walked over and took a familiar section of the tree, grayish-yellow, inconspicuous.

She bent down to look at it and asked, "What is this?" ”

The little soldier panicked, and when he saw that it was her, he was about to stand up, but Hua Ting reached out and pressed his shoulder, and sat down beside him casually, his right leg bent, his arm on his knee, and he took the wooden piece he carved and looked at it in his hand.

The little soldier was a simple man, and when he saw that she was interested, he scratched the back of his head and said, "This is a tree in the country, called Du Limu." ”

"Du Limu?" Hua Ting's brow moved slightly.

"Yes." The little soldier is talkative and laughing, and his thick lips are quite intimate, "You see its wood, it is very thin, and the difference between horizontal and vertical textures is not big, and it is suitable for carving. ”

Hua Ting's thumb rubbed its delicate and unpretentious texture, and suddenly smiled sideways: "Can you teach me to carve one?" ”

The little soldier was stunned, he heard many fellow villagers say that there was a beauty in the army, but he didn't like to laugh. Now that I see it, I know that the flowers are so beautiful when they laugh, like a spring breeze, that people can't take their eyes off.

He wanted to say something, but he forgot all about Hua Ting's laughter.

Hua Ting took off the hat on his head, shook off his thick long hair, and asked him again: "You came back from Beiping with Adjutant Liang?" The eyes are very raw. ”

"Yes." The little soldier took the Du Limu handed back by Huating with both hands and carefully put it back in his arms.

"I heard that ......" Hua Ting's tone was casual, but he suppressed his voice, "General Feng and General Wu are now at odds. ”

The little soldier pursed his lips, shook his head, and whispered, "Don't say it's General Wu." I heard that he is the president above, and he has not dealt with General Feng much recently. ”

"Oh?" Hua Ting raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were shining.

"I don't know what it is," the little soldier smiled embarrassedly and blushed, "A noble person like Miss Bai must know more than me." ”

Hua Ting smiled lightly, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, then turned his face to look at the soldiers training in the distance, and stopped talking. (To be continued.) )