idle mistress

Chapter 216 Are you going to regret it?

Shen Qing hesitated for a moment: "Then am I boring?" While speaking, she turned over and moved closer to the man:

"How about this, you transfer Dashi here. He is from the 39th Division. This person is the first friend I met here. Let him come and talk to me to relieve boredom."

This man is very smart, whether Dashi is safe or not, I have to confirm it with my own eyes.

How could the man not know what she was thinking in his heart? He glanced at her and replied her with an ambiguous answer: "Let's talk."

After all, he closed his eyes, as if he was too lazy to communicate with her.

Shen Qing whimpered and wanted to say something, but the next moment, she saw the fatigue in the man's eyes, and finally held back.

She lowered her head slowly, leaned against the man's chest lightly, and closed her eyes.

Zhao Yan took pity on the fragrance and cherished the jade, because his woman was sick, he didn't touch her as before.

Only occasionally hug her to sleep.

The body is the capital of the revolution, and Shen Qing stopped making noises, lying on the military chariot during the day and resting in the man's tent at night, resting in peace of mind.

The two respected each other as guests, and two days passed without incident.

During the march, Shen Qing raised the curtain and looked at the black soldiers in front and behind, with a lot of emotions in his heart. He wondered if he was also a person with strong willpower. After walking for a few days, he couldn't hold on. It can be seen that there are soldiers and soldiers in this vast sea of ​​people. It's all extremely difficult.

She lowered the curtain and returned to her original position.

Zhao Yan got on the chariot, saw her slumped in the carriage bored with a lifeless look, and threw her a book casually.

Shen Qing took it over and saw that it was a strange folk tale, and she immediately regained her spirits.He turned over and sat up, and looked up.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan smiled.

This woman is actually very easy to satisfy, as long as you give her a book, you can be quiet for a whole day.

Shen Qing was concentrating on reading, and didn't know when the man left the carriage.

In the evening, after setting up camp, Zhao Yan made a large-scale inspection around the camp and returned to his tent. He saw a woman sitting at the table and flipping through a book by candlelight. The candle light reflected her face. As beautiful as the stars by candlelight.

She watched so intently that she didn't even know she had come in.

From morning to night, do you still need eyes?
Zhao Yan's face sank, and he walked over and snatched the book from her hand.

Shen Qing raised her head in astonishment, and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"Don't look, rest."

"I've been resting all day," she said.

"I mean rest your eyes."

"It's not necessary. The font in this book is so big that it won't affect eyesight." She still wanted to take the book back.

Zhao Yan put the book behind her back, and she couldn't reach it, so she couldn't help but stare at him: "I'm so boring, don't I even want to read the book?"

He thought for a while: "Go out, they built a bonfire outside to burn wild boars."

Hearing this, Shen Qing's eyes lit up: "Really? You mean I can go out?"

Seeing the man nodding his head, Shen Qing didn't care about the book anymore, and turned around with great interest to leave the tent, Zhao Yan grabbed her by the back collar quickly.

Shen Qing turned her head dissatisfied, and looked at him: "Why, you want to go back on your word?"

"Wait for me." The man walked out, and after a while, he came back and handed her a set of clothes. She took it and opened it. It was a set of military uniforms. , turned around and hurriedly changed into clothes.

Even though she was half shorter than King Ling standing there, it was just that the reference object was too tall. In fact, she was not short. Although she was not very majestic in this outfit, she was still delicate and elegant. Heroic.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Aren't you going?" she asked.

"I still have things to deal with, you go by yourself."

"Success." She nodded, and she just asked a question as usual. If he really went with her, she would feel uncomfortable.

She happily walked out, and the man inside reminded: "Keep a low profile, don't play too crazy."

"understood."

Zhao Yan put the book in his hand away. This book was seized by his cronies from a crossbowman below.

This crossbowman neglected to practice on weekdays, hid and read secretly, and was caught by his superiors.

The books were supposed to be destroyed, but when he thought of her, he confiscated them.

Once out of the camp, the woman no longer knew where she was, so Zhao Yan couldn't help but shook his head.

Shen Qing had been in the infantry battalion for a few days before, and she had a deep understanding of how to deal with these soldiers, and soon became one with the soldiers outside.

But she didn't know that apart from some guards, there were many generals who camped near the general's camp.

Everyone took off their armor, and the military uniforms on their bodies were no different under the night.

Many piles of bonfires were set up, wild boars were roasting on the fire, the fragrance was overflowing, and the crackling sound of burning dead branches and dry grass was all around my ears.

The soldiers were sitting around the bonfire, their young faces brimming with excitement. A few of them kept talking about what they had seen and heard during the Western Expedition a few years ago, while those who talked less were listening silently.

When the man talked about the heavy casualties after World War I, Shen Qing remembered the wounded soldiers he saw in the medical camp a few days ago, and asked involuntarily:
"What will happen if your legs and feet are injured during the march and you can't keep up with the team?"

It was a strange question, but the person who spoke was too excited to pay attention, and was very enthusiastic to explain her doubts.

"Wounded soldiers on the marching road can take special chariots on the way, and when they pass through villages on the way, local farmhouses will be requisitioned for resettlement, and a wounded soldier's recuperation house will be temporarily formed, and one or two military doctors will be left to take care of them. Reported in the register to return to the army. Those who are disabled and wounded are given pensions and sent back to their hometowns.”

Shen Qing nodded, the bonfire was burning brightly, hitting her delicate face.

As soon as she made a sound just now, Liu Boting noticed her, so he kept staring at her.

After the man finished speaking, he moved to the man's side, and asked bluntly: "Brother, I see that you have a serious face, may I ask which brigade you belong to?"

After he asked such a question, everyone looked at her in unison.

"Ah...?" Shen Qing was suddenly stopped by the question, seeing everyone staring at her, waiting for her answer.

She looked around, trying to find one or two acquaintances to rescue her, but looking at the dozens of people in front of her, none of them were the guards of King Ling.

Seeing her faltering, Liu Boting became more suspicious.

The laughter and laughter stopped abruptly, and the expressions on the faces of all the people became serious.

"I'm a handyman next to the general." Shen Qing tried to get away with it.

When Liu Boting heard this, he immediately became angry, grabbed her skirt with one hand, and pointed the dagger at her waist with a cold face:
(End of this chapter)