The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Although he agreed to let Wenrou stay by his side, Mu Yunzhou still had some concerns, so he arranged for Wenrou to stay in the study. Futian was still responsible for other matters.

Wenrou didn't force it, but instead diligently served in the study. Aside from official business trips, Mu Yunzhou spent most of his time in the study. Although he was a general, he was also quite knowledgeable. Whether handling military duties or reading or writing, he needed to do it in the study.

So, in order to make Mu Yunzhou feel comfortable in the study, Wenrou would burn incense and clean the room for him, wash his hands and make tea, or play music and grind ink for him every day. Mu Yunzhou had to admit that since Wenrou's arrival, his life had become more elegant and he gradually accepted Wenrou's presence.

On this day, Mu Yunzhou was taking a day off, so he was reading and writing in his study. Wenrou was gently polishing the paper beside him, looking sideways at the words Mu Yunzhou was writing, and couldn't help but ask, "General, is there anything bothering you?"

Mu Yunzhou looked at the poem he had written and asked in confusion, "My poem is clearly praising the mountains and rivers, how can you tell that I'm worried?"

Wenrou grinded the ink while smiling and replied, "General, your poems are all about desolate deserts and falling flowers. Your sorrow and worry are so obvious, of course you can tell."

Mu Yunzhou's thoughts were seen through, but he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he asked with interest: "Can you write poetry?" Wenrou is Wen Yun's only daughter, and Mu Yunzhou is a little curious whether she has inherited her father's knowledge.

Wenrou nodded and said modestly, "I know a thing or two."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yunzhou handed the pen to Wenrou and said, "Since you have seen through my thoughts, why don't you write one too? That would be fair."

After a slight hesitation, Wenrou took the pen and started writing without thinking. After a while, a poem appeared on the paper.

When Mu Yunzhou saw the gentle, light and elegant words, his eyes suddenly brightened. When he looked at the poems she wrote, he found it even more incredible.

He couldn't help but recite the poem written by Wenrou:

"When the general is on his horse, don't let love disturb your heroic spirit. The prosperity of this world is all because of you, why should you dwell on the past?"

Armor shines towards the sun, golden scales open, with the country in mind and ambitions. After the battle with three million jade dragons, they laugh and talk about thirsting for the blood of barbarians.

The spring breeze is full of joy, and I can see all the flowers in the capital in one day. Deep love and shallow fate are difficult to achieve, and Cathay Pacific shows its heroic value.

I do not cling to the gentle land of my pillow, I am determined to show my strength in all directions. My iron-blooded heart will be recorded in history, so I will not let the ties of love hinder me.

If one's achievements are for the sake of the country, why should one be afraid of returning home wrapped in horsehide? When the triumphant song returns to the sun, there will be a beautiful woman to admire the moon with.

"Good, good! What a great poem! As expected of Wen Yun's daughter!" Mu Yunzhou admired the poem and sighed repeatedly after reading it.

"General, you are too kind." Wenrou did not get carried away by Mu Yunzhou's praise, and still spoke very modestly.

"Don't be so modest. Many learned officials wouldn't be able to write a poem like this. After reading your poem, my worries are truly trivial. Thank you for your advice." After reading the poem, Mu Yunzhou felt a sudden sense of enlightenment. He had indeed hit a dead end. Since ancient times, love between men and women is difficult to force. It's better to protect your country and the peace of the people.

"I'm glad you could help me, General," he replied with a gentle, soft smile.

Ever since witnessing Wenrou's talent, Mu Yunzhou's attitude towards her has become even softer. He would play chess with her, discuss poetry, talk about family and country, and even discuss the battlefield. To his surprise, Wenrou was like an endless treasure. No matter what the topic, she could handle it calmly and even offer refreshing insights.

Mu Yunzhou was increasingly amazed at Wenrou's extraordinary talent, and gradually, he and Wenrou became close friends. Sometimes, when Mu Yunzhou encountered some difficult problems in the court, he would discuss them with Wenrou.

Wenrou was naturally happy to be able to help Mu Yunzhou. Sooner or later, she would leave the capital to reunite with her parents. So she wanted to repay Mu Yunzhou as much as possible before leaving. No matter why she came to the general's mansion in the first place, she could not deny that Mu Yunzhou had saved her from suffering.

That day, the two of them drank tea and played chess under a tree. Wenrou uttered the last word softly, "General, you lose."

Mu Yunzhou dropped the black piece in his hand and laughed heartily, a rare outburst of laughter. He sighed, "There are only a few people in the capital who can surpass me in chess, and Wenrou, you are one of them." After saying this, Mu Yunzhou couldn't help but say, "It's a pity that you are a woman. Otherwise, the court would have another Confucian official, and I would have another confidant in the court."

She smiled gently and said, "General, I don't like what you said. As a woman, can't I be your confidant?"

Mu Yunzhou waved his hands quickly and explained, "You are now my confidante." Then he turned the tables and asked, "Don't you consider me your confidante?"

Wenrou looked at Mu Yunzhou and said seriously: "The general is not only my confidant, but also my benefactor."

Mu Yunzhou's heart pounded uncontrollably as Wenrou gazed at him affectionately. He now knew that Wenrou's eyes were naturally full of affection, and that she didn't truly love him. Mu Yunzhou internally despised himself, having never imagined that even he couldn't escape the masculine nature of being looked at by a beautiful woman, blushing and throbbing.

Mu Yunzhou was very flustered and changed the subject, "Have you not visited the capital since you came here?"

Wenrou nodded. After she arrived, she was sold directly to a brothel, so naturally she had no chance to go out.

Mu Yunzhou heard this and suggested, "In that case, I have a day off tomorrow, so why not take you out for a walk?"

Wenrou's eyes lit up. She had indeed not been out for a long time. When she was in Jiangnan, her parents often took her out to play.

Seeing Wenrou acting like a child, Mu Yunzhou couldn't help but smile and said, "If you want to go out in the future, just tell me and I will take you out." Mu Yunzhou said this not because he didn't want Wenrou to go out by herself, but mainly because she was too beautiful and it was dangerous for her to go out by herself.

Mu Yunzhou kept his word and went out with Wenrou early the next morning. He first took Wenrou to the most famous Chanming Temple in the capital. The temple was located on a mountain outside the city. The scenery on the mountain was extremely beautiful in this season, and many people were attracted to it for an outing.

However, Wenrou didn't usually like to exercise, and she hadn't eaten well since the tragedy at home. So, halfway up the mountain, she was already out of breath. She couldn't recover even after resting for a long time.

Mu Yunzhou was a little annoyed and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't consider your physical strength. I should have taken you around the city earlier."

Wenrou shook her head and said quickly: "Don't blame the general, it's my own fault. Why don't I wait here for the general, and you go up." Wenrou's little face was flushed, and she was panting as she spoke.