Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

The teacher he hired for her only chose words from his letters to teach her, and it was difficult for her to understand them.

Wanwan didn't answer him. She picked up another piece of paper and wrote crookedly with a pen in her hand.

Yan Huaiming stood opposite and continued to grind the ink, watching quietly without urging her.

When she was done, she turned the paper over to face him.

Written clearly and ugly on the paper were four large characters: "I miss you too."

Yan Huaiming couldn't help laughing. At first he thought she could also write a poem for him.

What a simple sentence.

He stopped laughing and pretended to keep a straight face, "You are used to coaxing me."

"I didn't."

Wanwan walked around the desk and rummaged around the bedside, then came over with a bag. It was the dried sea buckthorn that she had bought together with the apricots. She had tasted it and it was slightly sour with a very light sweetness.

She picked up one and fed it to him.

He took her hand and took a small bite, "This is delicious."

Wanwan smiled playfully, came over to him and said, "This is how I coax you, sir."

Yan Huaiming pulled her into his arms with one hand and patted her butt with the other, "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this now?"

Wanwan was not afraid of him at all, and even stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the chin, smiling: "This is also to coax you."

She was obviously bolder towards him than before. Last time they parted, he was angry because she called herself a slave. They didn't mention it today, but he knew she was really trying to coax him.

Yan Huaiming knew long ago that Wanwan just had no education. She was used to pretending to be stupid, but in reality, stupidity had nothing to do with her.

He rubbed her little face, "Smart girl."

When it was time to go to bed, he held her in his arms. Wanwan put her hands on his shoulders and worried about another thing that had angered him last time.

Who knew he would close his eyes, put his hands very politely, and whisper in her ear: "Go to sleep."

Perhaps he felt that she was still looking at him, so he opened his eyes again and raised one hand to cover her eyes.

"Sleep, I won't touch you."

But he was also afraid that she would think too much: "There is a war going on outside. Even if you want, I can't let you get pregnant at this time."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly in his palm.

She changed to a more comfortable position and nestled in his arms, letting out a "hmm".

The next afternoon, General Huo ordered the city gates to be opened and the refugees outside to be let in.

The city gate was fully opened, and a group of people and horses suddenly rushed out from not far away, their horses' hooves kicking up dust. The refugees pushed each other and ran towards the city gate. Those on horseback had already raised their bows and arrows high.

Some refugees fell down, and those at the back stepped on the corpses in front and ran forward with all their might. The city gate was wide open and could not be closed at all.

Yan Huaiming rushed over, sat high on his horse, and ordered the archers to shoot the refugees.

The city gate was closed at the last moment. Outside the gate, there was still fighting and the neighing of horses. On the high city wall, arrows kept falling. Soldiers dodged and threw fireballs out.

The air was filled with a strong smell of smoke, but the people inside the city gate breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Huaiming turned around and saw Wanwan standing at the wall not far away, holding Ruizhu in her arms, and in front of her was Jifeng who was sheathing his sword.

He raised his foot and walked towards her.

She seemed to be very frightened and still buried Ruizhu's face in her arms. She didn't move when she saw him coming.

Ji Feng silently stepped aside.

Yan Huaiming pulled Ruizhu out of her arms. Ruizhu looked around with her eyes wide open, but there was no fear on her face.

As the chaos began, Wanwan covered her eyes. She had come from Lianzhou, the first city to fall, and had seen these scenes many times.

Yan Huaiming touched her clean face and said, "Good girl."

"I have something to say to my sister," he pointed at the gust of wind not far away, "Can you ask her to take you back?"

Ruizhu looked up at Wanwan, and Wanwan nodded to her.

She stretched out her hand, and Jifeng came over and held her hand.

After taking a few steps, she turned around and asked Wanwan: "Will you come tomorrow?"

Wanwan nodded to her again, and she left with peace of mind.

Yan Huaiming stood in front of Wanwan. They were at the entrance of the alley, and his tall figure blocked the cold wind that was blowing past her.

He held her hand. Her hands were a little cold because she had been outside for a long time.

He asked, "Are you scared?"

"No," Wanwan said, "It was just too sudden and I didn't react."

Yan Huaiming: "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Wanwan shook her head.

"I allow you to speak," Yan Huaiming looked at her, "I won't argue with you no matter what you say."

Wanwan also looked at him, "What do you want me to say, sir?"

Yan Huaiming didn't say anything.

He looked into Wanwan's eyes, such innocent eyes.

He heard her say, "Sir, please settle the refugees. Give them food, hot water, and medicine. Let them clean their hands and faces. Each room has a large window, so the light is bright. Sitting on the bed, you can see the flowers and trees outside."

"That girl's name is Ruizhu. She's even wearing a clean thick cotton jacket. These weren't made for them by the imperial court, but by the young master."

She stretched out her left hand. The nail on her little finger was newly grown and not yet fully grown. It was much thinner than the rest of her finger.

When she and he were practicing in Huaizhou, one time her long nail broke in the middle, and a high purple bruise appeared under the nail bed. The pain was so severe that she couldn't sleep. The doctor said that the nail had to be pulled out to clear the swelling underneath.

Her eyes were red and she was crying miserably while holding her hands.

Yan Huaiming stood beside her. "Either you keep feeling the pain and wait for it to fester and rot, or you pull it out and let a new one grow. It's your choice."

"Choose the lesser of two evils, Wanwan. Once you understand this, you won't be afraid anymore."

She now said this to him: "When faced with two evils, choose the lesser one. You did nothing wrong."

She remembered everything he taught her.

"Although I don't know your plan, I know you are a good man."

Yan Huaiming smiled, "Good guy?"

He manipulated the situation in the treacherous chessboard and put himself in the game. He and Yan Chongfu had the same blood, and he was born like him, and could calmly and casually manipulate the fate of others.

"Do you know how many lives and blood are on my hands?"

Wanwan said, "This is the way the world is."

"You can either just keep hurting like this and wait for it to fester and rot, or you can pull it out and let a new one grow."

"It will hurt, sir, but as long as the path is right, the pain is worth it."

Yan Huaiming looked at her and said, "You are indeed smart."

Much smarter than his former student.

Yan Huaiming took her to the city wall. General Huo was directing the battle. When he saw him coming, he gave up his position.

Yan Huaiming said: "No need, I'll bring her over to see it."

General Huo's gaze then fell on Wanwan, a delicate and charming beauty who seemed out of place on the battlefield.

Yan Huaiming took his bow, put a feather arrow on it, and shot it into the heart of the Liao deputy general below.

The battle below was nearing its end. Erdun ordered his troops to harass from time to time and retreat after fighting for a while. His purpose was to drag Yan Huaiming here so that he could not take care of the affairs in Shangjing.

Now his main force has fled, leaving only a small group of people besieged outside the city. With the death of his deputy general, today's battle will be over.

Yan Huaiming waved Wanwan to come forward and stand by the city wall.

She saw that the fighting was still going on below, corpses were everywhere, and the blood had already dyed the land red.

Yan Huaiming handed her his bow. She looked over and he said, "In the past, the Chu family conquered the world on horseback. Since your last name is Chu, you should know how to use a bow."

He hugged her from behind, grabbed her hand, and drew the bowstring. He said, "If you want to kill someone, you can't hesitate for a moment."

The taut string made her fingers hurt.

The arrow was aimed at a head.

"Be quick and be accurate."

The arrow shot out from his hand like a meteor and pierced through the head.