Everyone looked at Yi Zhongxing. Yi Zhongxing curled the corners of his mouth, obviously looking a little lonely.
But before he could say anything, Tu Qingyu quickly walked past him and out.
There was no shooting range at that time, so Yi Zhiyuan took her directly to the military camp.
He then took the person to his office, where he moved at his desk, and the bookshelf next to him slowly opened like a door.
There are guns everywhere. There are not as many styles as there will be a few decades later, but for now, they are already the most advanced.
He walked over and picked out a small pistol from a compartment.
"I assembled this gun myself using parts someone brought from abroad. It's quite lethal, but a little too small.
I’m giving it to you now. Keep it with you for self-defense.”
Tu Qingyu took it, but it was still a little heavy in his hand.
"Come on, I'll take you to the training ground."
From the office to the training ground, people kept glancing at Tu Qingyu.
Today she was wearing a moon-white dress with wide sleeves, a black skirt, and small leather shoes. Her pure and innocent look seemed to be from a different world from this gray training ground.
After seeing this kind of look three times, Yi Zhiyuan finally couldn't help it.
"adjutant!"
"exist."
"Take them all out for a run!"
"Yes, Marshal!"
After everyone left, he began to teach her how to shoot.
"How did you fire the gun that day? Fire it again and let me see."
Tu Qingyu raised the gun, loaded it as if unskillfully, and pulled the trigger. She leaned back.
She lowered her hand with a slight tremor and turned to look at Yi Zhiyuan, "Is this... okay?"
"You'll hurt your wrist like this." He walked around behind her and held her hand, "This way..."
The man's strong masculine aura surrounded her, and her neck felt the hot breath of his breath.
She dodged forward out of habit.
"Don't move, look ahead."
Dabao: "Master, you are right. He was lying when he said he treated you as his sister."
Look, look at what it looks like now, tsk.
"Bang--!"
He controlled her hand, said a few more instructions, and then pulled the trigger.
After the fight, he retreated with measured steps and asked calmly, "Do you understand?"
In fact, Tu Qingyu even glanced at his hands that were secretly behind his back.
There are also slightly reddish ear tips.
Tsk, I never thought that such a bandit would actually have his ears red.
She nodded slightly, "I understand."
"Do you really understand?"
"I really understand."
She nodded again, raised her gun, took aim, and fired, "Bang!"
Hit the bull's eye!
Yi Zhiyuan didn't react at first. He looked at the target and checked again.
He turned his head and frowned and asked, "You really haven't learned it before?"
This accuracy, genius?
Tu Qingyu shook his head innocently, "No."
He didn't believe it, "Just shoot again and see."
She raised her hand again and hit the bull's eye again.
He went to change a gun and taught her how to use it. Half an hour later, he finally confirmed that his sister who came along halfway was indeed gifted.
"Get your guns and let's go back."
"Are you going back now?"
"What else? Your shooting skills are better than mine. What else do you want to learn?"
She hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke, "You just mentioned disassembling a gun. I actually want to learn how to do that."
Yi Zhiyuan stared at her and said, "You're a girl, why do you need to learn these things? Just learn how to shoot and protect yourself."
She rolled her eyes in his face. "What time is it now? Every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country, and you look down on women? Can't women have a skill to defend their country?"
It was the first time he saw her do such an impolite gesture as rolling her eyes.
But her tone and eyes were very firm, as if if she was given a chance, she would really go to the battlefield.
The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and finally he gave in and said, "Okay."
Since you want to learn, then learn all of it.
When he returned to the mansion, Tu Qingyu's hands were shaking for the whole morning.
At the dinner table, Wen Huanfu looked at her trembling hands and couldn't help but feel distressed. "What did you learn? Why are you shaking so badly?"
Yi Zhongxing followed up, "Yeah, have you been learning this for a long time? How's it going?"
"Mom." Tu Qingyu looked up, "I'm fine."
He said it was okay and reached out to pick up the food, but the food fell down and he didn't hold it firmly.
The moment it fell, everyone at the table looked at Yi Zhiyuan.
Yi Zhiyuan saw the condemnation in these eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Don't worry, she's learning very well."
Then he shouted towards the kitchen, "Aunt Li, get the young lady a spoon."
After she had practiced in the open space of the mansion for another two days, the housekeeper brought in an invitation for a dance party.
"Miss, this is the Liu family's post, please take a look..."
"Give it to me."
On the day of the banquet, she wore a beige cheongsam with a white waistcoat.
Her waist, which was already slender, now looks even more graceful.
Today's accessories are pearls. The necklace, earrings and bracelet are all made of the finest pearls.
Pearls are very picky ornaments, but when worn on her, it seems as if the person is complementing the pearls, rather than the pearls complementing the person.
When she walked down the stairs, the people downstairs stared at her in amazement.
They never knew that purity and charm could appear in the same person at the same time.
When walking down the stairs, they seemed like a living landscape painting.
She slowly walked in front of Yi Zhiyuan and said, "Brother, let's go."
The familiar scent of camellia lingered at the tip of the girl's nose as she approached, and then spread from the tip of her nose to her whole body.
He felt that his whole body was wrapped in the scent of camellia.
Like a ball of harmless yet suffocating water, it wrapped around him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Brother?" Seeing that he didn't respond, she called out again.
He moved his fingertips, hiding the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and stood up as if nothing had happened. "Let's go."
I wanted to get out quickly, but the next second, the girl grabbed my arm.
He looked over, a hint of emotion in his eyes.
"I, the shoes I wore today were a bit inconvenient," she explained.
He subconsciously looked down and saw a pair of silver-white high heels, about five centimeters high.
But his attention was on her feet.
So white, so beautiful, the blue veins on the instep are faintly visible.
Tu Qingyu seemed to be embarrassed by this look and stepped back slightly.
He then looked away and said, "Let's go."
He raised his foot again and followed Tu Qingyu's steps, slowly walking out of the hall.
Yi Zhongxing frowned as he watched from behind. He turned to ask Wen Huanfu, "Isn't it a bad idea for them to do this?"
Wen Huanfu raised his eyelids and replied calmly, "What's wrong?"
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