Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

It was already Chou time, and in the silence of the world, the clear sound of clappers could be heard from outside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! It's dry, be careful with fire—"

Song Yan frowned, worried: "But if the war breaks out, I'm afraid countless people will be displaced and suffer."

Shu Changyu reached out and gently stroked Song Yan's frowning brows: "Yan Yan has a kind heart, but the things in this world are not something we can completely control. If it really comes to that, I will do my best to protect you."

Song Yan subconsciously moved closer to Shu Changyu, his shoulders pressed against his. He sighed softly, "This is the only way."

All they can do is try their best to protect themselves and those around them in this chaotic world.

Song Yan didn't dare to ask for more.

The night was deep and silent. The sound of the clappers outside the window gradually faded away, leaving only silence enveloping the mansion.

Song Yan couldn't help but yawn. This night was really thrilling. Even though she was too sleepy to open her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep peacefully.

He touched Shu Changyu's long hair, which was half dry, and then put the towel down.

Suddenly, Song Yan remembered something and asked, "How do you know that the princes will cause chaos?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he blurted out: "Did Gu Qianfan say that?"

Shu Changyu's lips curved slightly, and he sneered, "What he confessed is more detailed than what I saw in Yanyan's storybook."

Song Yan immediately turned her head and stabbed Shu Changyu with the corner of her eye: "You know everything better than me, and you still want me to give you a script, are you kidding me?"

"How could that be? I just want to make sure he is not lying." Shu Changyu said casually, "Besides, the storybook is not worthless. At least some people can use it."

After hearing what Shu Changyu said, Song Yan felt that the original work was not so useless.

"There won't be any more killers tonight, right?" As he said this, he yawned again, with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Shu Changyu raised his hand to cover his eyes: "Go to sleep, there will be no more killers."

Song Yan's eyelashes trembled, like a small fan, gently brushing across Shu Changyu's palm, bringing a subtle itch.

Because his eyes were covered, the handsome face underneath looked even more gentle and smooth like jade.

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes, his gaze lingering on Song Yan's face, her delicate nose, her slightly pursed lips, every detail of which made his heart beat faster.

At this time, Song Yan leaned in Shu Changyu's arms, feeling the familiar warmth, but her eyelids were still drooping heavily, making it difficult for her to fall asleep completely.

He said, "Can you tell me in more detail what Gu Qianfan told me? I always feel uneasy."

"I'll tell you in detail tomorrow." Shu Changyu said lazily.

Song Yan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she could not resist the deep sleepiness and slowly closed her eyes.

Shu Changyu's thumb stroked Song Yan's cheek, and even the delicate touch made him linger.

Suddenly, Song Yan's lips moved slightly and she uttered a vague mumbling in her sleep.

Shu Changyu snorted and laughed, then withdrew his hand.

After confirming that Song Yan was asleep, Shu Changyu got up and walked out of the house silently.

"Master." An Wu appeared quietly, knelt on one knee, and looked respectful.

Shu Changyu said in a clear and cold voice: "The dead guards have been buried, and their families must also be properly settled. There must be no neglect."

"Send another person to keep an eye on Prince Chen." Since Prince Chen dared to provoke him, it would not be Shu Changyu's style not to fight back.

An Wu replied solemnly: "As you command, Master. I will do it immediately."

"Leave it to An Shi. You'll be given three days off to go back and recuperate." Shu Changyu waved his hand, signaling An Wu to leave.

"Thank you, master." An Wu replied in a low voice, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

Song Yan did not sleep well that night. Images of corpses lying around flashed through his dreams from time to time. The mixture of blood and fear made him frown even in his sleep.

Then the scene changed to a war scene, with people displaced and suffering everywhere. He anxiously looked for Shu Changyu in his dream, but he could not see him.

Song Yan kept running in her dream, calling Shu Changyu's name, but her voice seemed so weak in the desolate war-torn land.

Surrounded by burning houses and ruined streets, the smoke was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe.

And where are Erlin, Erya, and Yaya? !

Song Yan kept running, not knowing how long he had been running or how far he had run.

Just then, he woke up suddenly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Shu Changyu!"

When Song Yan was still in shock, an arm hooked around his shoulders and a familiar breath instantly surrounded him.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Shu Changyu rubbed his chin gently against his neck.

"I dreamed about war." Song Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said while panting.

"Are you still sleeping?" Shu Changyu asked in his ear.

Song Yan felt Shu Changyu's lips brushing his ear very lightly. He scratched his ear and asked, "What time is it?"

"Yin hour three quarters."

He had just slept for less than an hour.

As soon as Song Yan closed his eyes, the dream he just had came to his mind again. He exhaled: "I can't sleep."

"Since you don't want to sleep, then do something else." Shu Changyu reached out for his collar.

Song Yan was a little slow to react to what he said, and quickly grabbed him by the collar: "Hey Shu Changyu——"

The sky was turning pale and Song Yan finally fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.

During lunch, Song Yan asked Shu Changyu again: "When will Erlin arrive?"

"Eleven sent news that they have just returned from Guang'an Prefecture and will arrive the day after tomorrow." Shu Changyu said.

Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but feel fortunate that Song Zhengdu didn't come back, otherwise if he had run into what happened last night, he really wouldn't know how to explain why an assassin would have killed Shu Changyu.

"Is the house over there still habitable?"

Shu Changyu answered the question irrelevantly: "I'll change the house later."

Song Yan immediately realized that the house where they had stayed before was no longer habitable.

After dinner, Shu Changyu took Song Yan to the study. He took a thick file from the bookshelf and handed it to Song Yan.

"This is the detailed information that Gu Qianfan gave me. Take a look at it first. If you have any questions, ask me again."

Song Yan took the file and read it carefully. The file recorded the major events that happened every year.

In June of the first year of Kangrui, a flood occurred in the Jiangnan region.

Drought in Qianzhou, snowstorm in Central Plains...

Song Yan was numb. Looking at the natural disasters listed in the files, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart.

Then look down.

In the fourth year of Kangrui, King Hui died.

……

In the tenth year of Kangrui, the emperor passed away and the princes rebelled.

In the thirteenth year of Kangrui, Prince Chen ascended the throne and became emperor.