Liang Jinsi's tense nerves relaxed and Hua Ting turned another page of the book.
He chuckled and asked casually with some curiosity: "Miss Bai's book is so interesting."
"What's interesting about it is just a cliché."
Hua Ting glanced at it lightly, put down the book, stretched slowly, and then said, "This one is talking about being in Cao Ying and being in Han Dynasty."
The adjutant must have heard the story."
The word "Cao Ying" was dragged out with an unintentional accent.
One corner of her lips was slightly raised, the short hair on her forehead crossed the corner of her eyebrows, and her deep voice scratched people's hearts, and it actually had some intriguing meanings.
Inagaki Zhipei clasped his fingers together and put them on the tip of his nose.
The smile in his eyes seemed to flash in the shadow of the brim of his hat.
Hua Ting bent her index finger and tapped the closed book rhythmically, tapping it once and for all.
Then she shook her head and smiled: "I was joking with Mr.
Inagaki just now.
As the old saying goes, a good bird chooses wood, but I don't know how good it is."
If the bird's branches occupy two branches, it will not be stable."
Liang Jinsi was originally from a military academy and had studied at least, so he understood the profound meaning of her words.
However, he had never seen such tortuous swords and swords in the military camp, and he was quite at a loss to explain.
He raised his eyes and looked at Hua Ting who was careless.
The smile was still on his face.
He was whispering softly and sweetly, but it made people feel a deep chill.
The words spit out from his teeth were like sharp knives that kill people without blood, which made him feel cold.
Adjutant Liang, who had never been afraid of the battlefield, had a thin layer of sweat on his back.
In mid-April, the spring cold fell again, and the strong wind seemed to be gray.
The snow on the plains melted, but the shabby dead branches and grass underneath were revealed, and the earthy yellow and gray colors were scattered on the ground of the battlefield. .
In the past, in the villa area of the French Concession, when the snow melted, people always cleaned it up, and the spring flower pots were brought up early.
This was the first time that Hua heard such a desolate and desolate spring in the military camp.
In June, a large-scale war broke out between the Zhizhi and Fengxi armies.
Cao Gang was still in charge of the capital, but his second-in-command Wu Shunyi personally went to the front line and appointed generals, claiming to be commander-in-chief.
Peng Laiying was the commander-in-chief of the second army, Feng Yuyang was the commander-in-chief of the third army, and Zhang Fuqing was the commander-in-chief of the reinforcements.
The navy, land and air forces were merged, with a total strength of nearly 200,000.
Inagaki Shihei entered Tianjin from Hebei, relied on the Great Wall to sit in Tangjiang and stood still, sticking to Kyoto.
Wu Shunyi originally planned to land on Huludao from the sea and encircle Fengjun.
However, due to the resistance of Fengjun's navy and the intervention of the British government, he was forced to abandon the plan.
This incident directly caused the Zhili army to lose the war initiative.
In August, Feng's army outflanked Tongliao.
The Zhili Army began a passive counterattack, and Wu Shun also sent the Second Army and the Third Army across the Tangjiang River to join forces and attack.
In the Tangjiang camp, Inagaki Shihei was leaning on the sand table with his hands, listening to the reports of several officers in a deep voice.
His straight nose and deep eyebrows were stained with frost at this moment.
Originally, at the end of the month, Feng Yuyang's army was supposed to arrive in Tianjin, but it disappeared at Dianfeng Mountain.
Contact with the tens of thousands of troops was instantly cut off, and the telegrams sent out were lost.
Such a serious incident made Inagaki Zhipei frown deeply, and he tapped his fingers heavily on the hill on the sand table.
The officers in the room did not dare to speak, and they could only hear the tapping sound of his fingers.
Hua Ting, who was next to him, pursed her firm lips, her dark eyes clear and revealing a faint light.
The atmosphere was tense, but Inagaki Zhipei's confidant came to report.
The young soldier performed the military salute uprightly, his breathing that had not yet calmed down and the fine dust on his face showing some signs of hard work.
Quickly and carefully he pulled out a letter.
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It was a thick piece of kraft paper, with the opening tightly sealed with wax balls and fishing thread, and a big "secret" printed in red-headed block letters in the center.
Hua Ting calmly raised her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on the secret letter opened by Inagaki Shihei.
The secret letter was an autographed letter from Cao Gang.
Hua Ting glanced at it hastily, but she was quite frightened.
It turned out that Cao Gang ordered Inagaki Chihei and Peng Laiying, the commander of the Second Army, to recruit the troops under Feng Yuyang's command when he arrived in Tangjiang.
They listed more than a dozen charges and punished Feng Yuyang with military law on the spot.
The rift between those in power has become so great.
But Feng Yuyang was standing still at this moment, and it seemed that he had received the news.
Inagaki Zhipei held the secret letter and read it carefully again.
His throat twitched, and he gently touched his mandible on the side of his face.
He gritted his teeth invisibly, then he sealed the letter again and glanced at the standing officer.
But he hesitated and handed the secret letter to Hua Ting, raised his chin, and motioned for her to keep it.
Hua Ting narrowed her eyes, with a cynical and careless smile on her lips, but shook her head firmly and slightly.
This secret letter was too heavy and she couldn't afford it.
Inagaki Zhipei retracted his hand and lowered his head slightly.
His eyebrows were hidden under the brim of his hat, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
For the first and only time, he tried to hand over the trust in his heart to Hua Ting solemnly, but she smiled and didn't want it.
He reached back and handed the secret letter to Liang Jinsi who was nearby.
It was night on the third day.
The soldiers guarding the prison came to report that the case of assassinating Inagaki Shihei at the beginning of the year, which had been delayed for nearly half a year, had actually made progress.
The two people who had been tortured could no longer bear the torture and finally relaxed.
Several tungsten lamps were on in the room, but the dim yellow light was still not very bright.
Inagaki Shihei sat slantedly on the mahogany chair and took the testimony presented by the soldier.
The long testimony was stained with blood, and the handwriting was a little stained.
Blurred.
Hanaying, who was standing aside to add tea, shook her hand, and a few drops of tea spilled on the back of Inagaki Shihei's hand: "It's really him."
The testimonies all pointed to Adjutant Liang.
Inagaki Zhipei twitched the corners of his lips, held the testimony between his two fingers and handed it to Hua Ting.
He smiled softly: "Old fox, it is absolutely perfect."
Hua Ting took it and looked carefully at the relationship he had with the Feng clan.
He was recently suspected, and worried about being exposed, so he took preemptive measures.
He even listed in detail Liang Jinsi's contact with the Feng clan and the many benefits of the position offered by the Feng clan.
It is indeed so complete that you can’t fault it.
Inagaki Zhipei looked up at her.
Her eyes flickered several times in the halo.
She bit her lower lip and thought for a while.
Then she met Inagaki Zhipei's eyes and shook her head slowly: "Although he has some restless thoughts, he doesn't have such big thoughts."
Courage.”
Inagaki Zhipei's eyes curled up, showing some appreciation.
He rubbed his brows and leaned back in his chair.
His chiseled face was frozen again.
He waved to the soldiers to bring Liang Jinsi to Haosheng for questioning.
Although they were asking questions, the atmosphere was very depressing.
However, after only two or three questions, the cold sweat on Liang Jinsi's head was obvious.
For a moment, his legs went weak and he knelt down to kowtow, but he couldn't say anything in defense.
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He just felt bored.
Screaming injustice.
Hua Ting was idly cleaning the gun aside.
The flannel wiped the pitch-black tip of the gun, giving off a shiny but cold sheen.
Inagaki Zhipei asked impatiently, so someone took him down.
He had a pale face and stared at the gun playing in Hua Ting's hand.
Just as he was about to go out, Hua Ting put down the gun and handed him a glass.
Tea was given to Inagaki Shihei, and Xu Xu whispered: "Adjutant Liang may not be able to bear the harsh punishments in prison."
The last half of the sentence was hidden in the night, and the deep voice was vague and eerie.
Liang Jinsi was originally the son of a high-ranking official and was born in a military academy.
He was originally a young man with tender skin and tender flesh.
Even though he had been injured several times on the battlefield, he might not be able to withstand such cruel and inhuman punishment.
Inagaki Zhipei lifted the tea lid and drank the tea without saying a word.
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