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

The wind with the smell of blood blew past my ears, and a strand of hair brushed Wanwan's cheek.

She held her right hand, which had red marks from the bowstring, and slowly turned her head to look at Yan Huaiming.

Their eyes met.

It was the first time she looked up at him like this, but without any tenderness or attachment.

She said, "Just now, Master, you let me see it on purpose."

There was a commotion at the city gate, but the strong wind carried her all the way out of the alley, allowing her to witness everything that happened.

At that time, Yan Huaiming was sitting on his horse, looking at her from afar.

She asked, "What do you want to do, sir?"

Yan Huaiming released his arms from around her, and the wind blew up half of his hair. Amid the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, she could smell the faint scent of green bamboo on him.

He said, "Chu Yanning, come stand next to me."

She is neither Wanwan nor Yanning. She abandoned her surname and drifted like duckweed in the troubled times in order to survive.

She is so smart and so beautiful, and her tenderness is like a net that is laid out bit by bit, slowly gathering up and catching him in her palm.

If she wanted to play dumb, she should have thrown herself into his arms with tears in her eyes at the entrance of the alley, or she should have trembled, fragile and frightened like a little bird.

He arranged everything for her in Wujun, but changed his mind halfway and brought her to Cangzhou.

He could no longer tolerate her masked admiration. She was trying every step of the way to capture his heart, and he also wanted her true love.

Then stand by my side.

There was a shimmering light in Yan Ning's eyes. She smiled slightly, charming and delicate. She slowly loosened her right hand, pulling the wound on the palm of her hand, but she seemed unaware of it and held Yan Huaiming's hand.

She turned and stood beside him.

The battle was over. She saw the last soldier on horseback holding a flag high, and the fluttering flag disappeared into the open city gate.

She took the letter from Yan Huaiming at a gamble.

She won the bet.

The world-famous Master Yan did not know at that time that a woman's fragility and pitifulness could also be a sharp blade. She seduced him to satisfy and unsatisfaction, making him drift up and down, and finally drowning in his desire for her.

He is so smart, how could he not figure it out, but he is willing to do so now.

She looked at the valley stretching out in the distance and said to Yan Huaiming, "Okay."

Erdun led his troops back to the camp, and his subordinates presented him with an express letter from Shangjing.

In his letter, Zhao Xuzhen lambasted him for breaking his promise. A large number of Liao people had entered Shangjing and were lurking there, causing chaos and even killing several important officials, including some of Zhao Xuzhen's closest confidants. However, these people were extremely skilled in hiding, and even the imperial guards, searching the city day and night, could not find their base.

Everyone in the capital was in danger. The once prosperous streets were now deserted, and the people were even more panicked than in Cangzhou, which was only separated from Erdun by a wall.

Erdun read the letter at a glance. Zhao Xuzhen was obviously furious when he wrote it. His handwriting was messy and rambling, and the whole back of the page was filled with curses at him.

He also offered him many benefits. As long as his people evacuated Shangjing, jewels, gold, silver, beauties, and cities were all negotiable.

Erdun threw three full pages of paper into the charcoal brazier. Flames quickly rose and Zhao Xuzhen's heartfelt words were instantly burned to ashes.

"Goodbye," Erdun said with a hearty smile, "my old friend."

Zhao Xuzhen no longer dared to open the city gates to let them in, but so what?

From the first time his men set foot in Huizhou, they had planted secret lines in the city.

He dispatched several elite troops overnight and asked them to sneak into Huizhou in batches, and then go straight to Shangjing to join up with the previous troops.

It’s a pity that Huizhou and Cangzhou are too close, and Yan Huaiming cannot be underestimated, otherwise he could directly send troops to take Huizhou.

But it doesn't matter, he shook the wine glass gently, the center of this dynasty will fall sooner than its borders.

"When the snipe and the clam are fighting, everyone wants to be the fisherman." Late at night, Yan Huaiming and Chu Yanning sat next to each other, and he carefully drew the current situation for her to see.

A piece of paper was covered with intricate lines. Chu Yanning held a cinnabar red pen and circled Shangjing.

Yan Huaiming smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears, pinching her chin and kissing her all the way up her slender white neck.

"so smart."

The cinnabar red pen fell on the table, rolled a few times, and was blocked by the inkstone.

Chu Yanning sat on his legs, put her hands on his shoulders, and supported herself to sit higher than him. She smiled very impudently, "Young Master, you taught me well."

Look, she really knows how to coax him.

She knew what he wanted, and once she got what she wanted, she was very generous to him.

So delicate, so pretty, bold and cunning, even if I see you a thousand times, this is you.

Yan Huaiming kissed her again, making her cheeks red.

"Breathe, Chu Yanning."

Why are you being so stupid again?

His heart was sweeter than the whole bag of apricots.

From that day on, Yan Huaiming hired several teachers for her. In addition to teaching her how to read and write, they also taught her some self-defense skills.

He gave her a small and delicate dagger, with simple patterns on the handle and scabbard, which didn't look like something a girl should have.

Yan Huaiming said, "I asked you to use it to kill people, not to look good."

Chu Yanning pouted, "Oh."

A few days later, he gave her another bow, which was smaller than his own and had her name engraved on the bow tip.

She looked at the bow from left to right, and apart from its size, there seemed to be nothing special about it.

She thought that after what happened last time, he would give her some nice weapons.

Yan Huaiming took her to the shooting range and taught her personally.

She had been practicing dancing since she was young, so her shoulders, arms and lower body were very stable, but her strength was not very great, so even the arrow she shot couldn't fly very far.

Yan Huaiming didn't feel any pity for her at this moment. He leaned against the pillar of the pavilion and said over and over again: "Come again."

At night, the maid applied medicine to her right hand. Her arms felt heavy and she couldn't even lift them. Yan Huaiming sat at the table drinking tea and said, "If you find it hard, we won't learn."

Chu Yanning looked at him and said, "I know you are doing this for my own good, and I dare not disappoint you."

Yan Huaiming remained unmoved, "Talk to me nicely."

Chu Yanning laughed, "Young Master, you know I won't stop learning, so why ask me?"

After the maid left, she said again, "I'm sorry to trouble you, sir. I can't move my hands."

This caused Yan Huaiming to look at her with resentment, and she fell on the couch and couldn't stop laughing.

"You're getting bolder and bolder," Yan Huaiming leaned forward, cupping her face and kissing her, "Why are you so adorable, Yan Ning?"