Mountains have trees and trees have branches

Chapter 5 Death

Before dawn, Mu Xiliang arrived at the office.

Today is the annual artillery drill, and the staff headquarters commanded by Fu Yunting bears the brunt.

After reading the last document, Mu Xiliang threw the document to the adjutant Ding Heqiao to file it.It was still busy outside, and I heard that the Northern Mansion also came here especially, and sent special commissioners to watch the exercises.

Mu Xiliang turned around and nestled in the chair, casually glanced out of the window, and happened to see Fu Yunting picking up the special commissioner from the train station.

The one in the black Chinese tunic suit was the special commissioner. He looked thin and small, but he walked with a rigid look and a serious face. He was probably not easy to get along with.

"Mu Dashuai's bullshit this time, I think it will blow through."

Mu Xiliang murmured, and the adjutant Ding Heqiao brought him some tea. He thought he didn't hear what he wanted to order, so he hurriedly asked, "Young master, what did you just say?"

Mu Xiliang glanced at Ding Heqiao, and wanted to say it was nothing, but something happened, and suddenly he remembered that incident.

He glanced at Ding Heqiao again.

This kid was specially selected by him. He is smart, smart, understands the rules, knows how to do things, and does not do things rigidly. On the surface, he is on the same level as a staff officer, but in fact he is his adjutant.

Mu Xiliang suddenly sat up straight.

Waving to him, Ding Heqiao immediately moved forward.

"What if, I mean what if," he pondered, trying not to misunderstand what he said, "What do you think, from your perspective as an outsider, how do I treat Fu Qinghuan?"

"Okay, you treat her as your own sister."

Ding Heqiao was at a loss, why did he suddenly come here?

Mu Xiliang shook his head, "No, that's not what I mean, what do I mean... that is, from the perspective of you, an outsider, do I have... that kind of meaning to her?"

Ding Heqiao was startled.

He suddenly raised his head to look at Mu Xiliang, and Mu Xiliang immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and even said "just kidding", interrupting the topic hastily.

But after a few minutes, he couldn't help it, and looked at Ding Heqiao again. Ding Heqiao carefully recalled the scene where Mu Xiliang and Fu Qinghuan got along, and shook his head, "No!"

"Just look at me and tell me, why, how can I like Fu Qinghuan?"

Mu Xiliang suddenly became excited.

Monk Zhanger Ding Heqiao was puzzled, and boldly asked what was going on. Mu Xiliang glanced at him, thought for a while, and approached him cautiously.

"Recently, Qing Huan lives in my house, you know, these days I've been dreaming about Qing Huan, and sometimes... I even dreamed that she was sleeping on my bed!!"

Ding Heqiao felt as if a flower had exploded in his heart, this is so fucking explosive, no wonder he lost his mind all morning!

"I don't know how to describe that feeling. Sometimes I see Qing Huan on my bed in the middle of the night in a daze, but it doesn't happen when I wake up in the morning. Tell me, what's wrong with me?? How can I do this? kind of dream??"

Ding Heqiao frowned, "Then you probably fell in love with Miss Qing Huan."

"Nonsense! I don't know if I like Qing Huan or not?? I just treat her like my own sister, I don't have that kind of love between men and women!"

"Then maybe you don't know?"

Ding Heqiao disagreed, "This old saying is good, the bystander is the one who is obsessed. Some people obviously like each other but they don't know it. I have seen it a lot. Think about it. If you don't like Qing Huan Miss, you don't have her in your heart, how could you...would have this kind of dream?? Why don't you dream of other Li Qinghuan and Liu Qinghuan, why is it just Fu Qinghuan??"

Mu Xiliang was dumbfounded.

No way? ?
Seeing Mu Xiliang's shocked expression, Ding Heqiao persuaded.

"What's wrong with liking Miss Qing Huan? You see that Miss Qing Huan is beautiful, and she was raised by his wife. What kind of friendship does that deputy chief have with our commander? Marrying Miss Qing Huan, that is Kiss more kisses, more joys, more joys."

Ding Heqiao talked more and more vigorously.

"What's more, Miss Qing Huan has such a good personality. She always smiles when she sees everyone. She never puts on airs like the vice president. My mother said that Miss Qing Huan has both. If anyone here can marry Miss Qing Huan, that would be a blessing from previous lives!"

The more Ding Heqiao talked, the more fascinated his face became. Mu Xiliang's eyes turned cold, he raised his leg and kicked, and scolded "Get out", Ding Heqiao was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his expression.

After thinking about it, he said seriously, "Then let me ask you, how do you feel every time you see Miss Qing Huan?"

"I just saw her, I didn't feel anything."

"Does your heart beat faster?"

"No."

"Then you see Miss Qing Huan crying, does it hurt you?"

"It doesn't hurt, it hurts."

"Then if Miss Qing Huan came to tell you that she was going to get married, how would you feel?"

"Marry?"

Mu Xiliang was startled, and Ding Heqiao nodded to inspire him, "Yes, Miss Qing Huan has someone she likes, and she's going to live and fly with someone else. Feel it, yes, how does it feel?"

Mu Xiliang thought for a while, "Good thing! But I have to check, my sister Mu Xiliang can't just marry a cat or a dog casually."

Ding Heqiao smiled, "Young Master, you can rest assured, you only have brother and sister feelings for Miss Qing Huan, not men and women. Is it because you have been too tired recently that you have been dreaming, you should pay attention to rest."

Mu Xiliang glanced at Ding Heqiao, still a little doubtful, but since it's confirmed, it's fine if he doesn't like it.

Just as he was talking, the orderly came to report, and the artillery drill was about to start, so he asked Mu Xiliang to go to the shooting range.Mu Xiliang quickly adjusted his clothes and went to the shooting range, but as soon as he arrived at the shooting range, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The senior generals didn't have much color on their faces. Looking at Deng Shuangxi on the far right, the artillery regiment with the strongest performance was under the management of his mixed ninth brigade, but he looked uneasy, showing no sign of winning.

Mu Xiliang narrowed his eyes.

In order to get the training funds, the old man was bragging with the northern court before, saying that his artillery regiment was the strongest in the north, and for this reason he promoted Deng Shuangxi to praise him for his good work, but according to today's situation , I'm afraid it's more bad luck than good luck.

The drill officially started, and Mu Xiliang felt bad, so he hid in the last row.

Sure enough, it didn't go well from the beginning, and only three out of ten shots hit, which is not particularly accurate, and can only be counted as hitting a rough range.

Fu Yunting, who was sitting in the front row, began to look bad, and Mu Xiliang took a peek at Mu Zhonglin. The old man was still calm and calm, and he could still sit still.

Only one last shot left.

After the bang, there was silence for a while, and then there was a burst of noise, mixed with exclamations from everyone.

Feeling wrong, Mu Xiliang snatched the binoculars from Ding Heqiao's hand and took a look, his face darkened immediately.

The cannon was fired, but flew in the opposite direction, falling into nearby dwellings.

Everyone stood up.

Fu Yunting yelled 'Bastard', seeing Deng Shuangxi's gaze as if he was going to swallow him alive, the special commissioner was also shocked, he probably didn't expect that Mu Zhonglin's artillery level was so poor.

Everyone was still dreaming, Mu Zhonglin turned his head and left without saying a word, Fu Yunting took a deep breath, hurriedly explained a few words to the people below, and followed.

The conference hall of the Military Mansion Building.

Everyone in the sitting room was silent, and no one dared to stand out.

But no one was surprised by what happened today.

Deng Shuangxi newly married the eighth concubine, and he heard that she was as beautiful as peaches and plums, so in order to please the eighth concubine, he made her younger brother the commander of the artillery regiment.

But what kind of person is her younger brother? He eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, cheats, kidnaps and steals, and other than that, he is not good at anything. What kind of good can such a person lead soldiers? ?
Fu Yunting stood up and said in a low voice, "Marshal, the main responsibility for this matter lies with me, and I was negligent."

Mu Zhonglin was silent for a long time with a sullen face, and took a deep breath, "Since Yan Zhao said it, then immediately remove Yan Zhao from the post of chief of staff and let the deputy chief of staff take over temporarily."

Everyone couldn't help but gasped.

What is the relationship between Fu Yunting and Mu Zhonglin, one Liu Bei and one Zhuge Liang.

Deng Shuangxi couldn't sit still any longer, stood up trembling slightly, "Marshal..." but dared not continue.

Mu Zhonglin seemed to have endured and endured, and said slowly, "Old Deng, tell me, what should we do?"

Huating's signboard smashed is a trivial matter, and the training funds from the Northern Court may not be allocated.

Deng Shuangxi was shaking like a sieve, Mu Zhonglin's adjutant pushed open the door and handed a stack of documents to Mu Zhonglin, Mu Zhonglin only turned a few pages, and his blood surged up.

"Give the document to Commander Deng!"

The adjutant passed the document to Deng Shuangxi according to his words, and Deng Shuangxi just turned over a few pages about his brother-in-law, and the sweat came down.

This has just been investigated, and there are corruption, dereliction of duty, and betrayal of officials. If Mu Zhonglin investigates carefully, his brother-in-law will die eight times to no avail, and he will have to take his old life with him.

Mu Zhonglin has already given himself face.

With a pale face, he took off his general cap, put it gently on the table, paused, and said in resignation, "Subordinates...let the commander handle it."

(End of this chapter)