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

The battle of Cangzhou lasted for three months. Yan Huaiming and Erdun both wanted to drag the other side here. The two men had the same goal and fought every few days, but neither of them had the upper hand.

On the third day after the carrier pigeon flying from the Yulan River to Shangjing did not return, General Huo led his troops directly to Erdun's camp in the middle of the night.

Most of Erdun's capable men went to Shangjing. No matter how many people he sent away, Yan Huaiming was always evenly matched with him. The joy of victory made him lose his most rational judgment.

That night, Yan Huaiming fell asleep early holding Chu Yanning in his arms. He said he had to set off early the next morning.

The next day, when Chu Yanning woke up, she saw a box next to Yan Huaiming. She asked, "What's inside?"

She doesn't even call him "Master" anymore.

Yan Huaiming: "It's not locked, why don't you open it and take a look?"

He smiled wickedly, and Chu Yanning guessed it, "I won't watch it."

Yunzhi, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared at the door and said, "Sir, the carriage is ready, you can set off."

Erdun's head has been cut off, the Liao army was defeated, and the remaining small group of soldiers swam across the Yulan River overnight back to the border in shame. General Huo will stay here to handle everything.

Yan Huaiming naturally had to rush back to the chaotic Shangjing to rescue His Majesty who was under house arrest by the Liao people.

The people of Cangzhou lined the streets to bid farewell to Yan Huaiming. The city that had been shrouded in darkness for months finally saw the light of day. They cried and laughed. Surviving the disaster made them cherish the peace and tranquility of the moment even more.

Chu Yanning saw Ruizhu in the crowd. She was holding a few peach blossoms and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

Chu Yanning asked someone to bring her over, "I was just about to send someone to look for you."

She took the peach blossom from Ruizhu's hand and sniffed it gently, "It smells so good."

"Thank you."

Ruizhu smiled with two small dimples, "Thank you too, sister."

It was getting late, and the maid came over to urge Chu Yanning to get in the carriage. She sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain and waved to Ruizhu.

When she put it down again, she saw Yan Huaiming half lying in the car, holding a book in one hand and resting his head with the other hand. He didn't look like a young master from a noble family at all.

He didn't look at her carefully. When he saw her turn around, he said to her, "Since you like her, why don't you take her away?"

Chu Yanning asked: "Why do you want to take it away?"

Yan Huaiming smiled and said, "I'm asking you."

Chu Yanning also laughed, and after laughing, she answered him obediently: "She is now an apprentice in an embroidery workshop. When she learns the skills, she will be able to make a living."

"In troubled times, there are pitiful people everywhere. How can I take everyone away?"

Her nanny took her away from the blood-soaked palace walls, where they hid and lived a hard life. She was born into a royal family, clothed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food, but after she turned three, even a dirty steamed bun on the ground was considered delicious.

When she was six years old, she could already foresee her future beauty. They couldn't even afford to eat, and their dignity, decency and even their former loyalty were nothing compared to the heartburn in the middle of the night.

Her nanny wanted to sell her to a dance hall.

She asked Mother Chun, "Can I eat enough here?"

Mother Chun touched her face lovingly and said, "If you are obedient, I will give you meat."

She nodded and said to Mammy, "You heard me. I will have enough to eat later."

She wiped her tears and said, "Take the silver and you will have enough to eat."

She said: "I will try my best to live and live well."

She was incredibly well-behaved in the dance studio. But what was so special about women's tricks? She played dumb, acting innocent, and after a few setbacks, people began to care for her.

The most beautiful girls in other buildings would have nails put in their dancing shoes and their dresses would be tampered with, but she had never encountered such a thing.

In that small dance studio, she tried her best to live a good life as she said.

She said to Yan Huaiming: "The human will is very strong. As long as you are alive, there is hope. As long as there is hope, things will get better and better."

She placed the peach blossoms against his nose, and he inhaled the fragrant aroma. She said, "Sir, you once opened large windows in the refugees' houses so they could see the flowers and trees at a glance. You wanted to give them hope, didn't you?"

She hadn't called him like this for a long time. At this moment, the fragrance of peach blossoms floated in the small carriage, and she called him like this, as if she was flirting.

Yan Huaiming sat up and moved very close to her. He touched her hair and said, "Chu Yanning, I've told you about my former student."

"You are much more talented than him."

She would be a benevolent, yet sober and tactful monarch.

“I will return to you what his father took from the Chu family.”

Chu Yanning looked into his eyes and took his hand that was placed on her temples, "Thank you, sir."

Pig Pig spoke in her mind: "Master..."

"It doesn't matter," Chu Yanning said to it, "Whether what he said is true or not, I'm willing to take the gamble."

If you don’t even bet your chips, how can you possibly win?

Yan Huaiming's carriage traveled westward in a grand procession, passing through the cities of Chu and Yu, and was assassinated in Jianzhou.

They must have been sent by the remnants of the Liao army that had already occupied Shangjing. The day before General Huo sent his troops to attack the camp, Binatu, Erdun's most courageous warrior, gathered all his men in Shangjing, broke through the palace gates, and headed straight for the central palace.

Yan Huaiming was stabbed in the left chest by a sword. With waves of assassinations, they had to abandon their original route and go around to Zhou Mi to seek the protection of Shaoyang Hou.

Shaoyang Hou Qi Yu was a middle-aged man with a rough beard, a sturdy build and dark skin, but he was a real scholar.

At this moment, he was sitting far away in his mansion, unable to bear to see the hideous wounds on Yan Huaiming exposed under layers of gauze.

The doctor re-bandaged and applied medicine to Yan Huaiming's wound and left.

Only Qi Yu, Yan Huaiming and Chu Yanning were left in the room.

Seeing that the other two did not move, Qi Yu had to start looking at the beauty in front of him. She was indeed a beauty of heaven.

He asked Yan Huaiming: "Who is this?"

Yan Huaiming took a sip of tea and said, "My student, Chu Yanning."

Chu was the royal surname of the previous dynasty and was not common. This girl was able to be kept by Yan Huaiming's side, so Qi Yu understood immediately.

His eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, finally landing on Yan Huaiming's left chest.

"No wonder," he suddenly realized, "I was wondering why your methods hadn't worked after not seeing you for a few years. You were actually being chased by a few Liao people."

"You were assassinated at the gate of Jianzhou. The governor, prefect, and other officials were there. Seeing you being beaten and forced to flee, they would only become more terrified."

His Majesty is in the palace, but the entire Shangjing has become the territory of the Liao people, like an iron barrel, and no news has been heard.

Erdun is dead, but Nabitu is no easier to deal with than him.

He could lead his troops at any time and fight his way out from the central Shangjing.

Even the Yan family can’t do anything about it. How many Liao people are there in Shangjing, and how strong are they?

This crumbling dynasty, the ants that supported it, have all lost hope.

Without hope, destruction is only a matter of time.

"How long do you plan to stay here with me?" He couldn't have had other plans.

Yan Huaiming didn't answer. He just pointed at Chu Yanning and said, "Let her play chess with you."

The sandalwood burns inch by inch, and the ashes break into pieces in the white jade plate until it burns out.

The room was silent, with only the sound of chess pieces knocking off the board. Yan Huaiming leaned against the half-open window, looking out at the shimmering lake. Willow branches swayed gently, creating ripples on the lake.

The voice behind him had stopped for a long time. He turned around and saw Qi Yu standing up. He smiled and looked at Yan Huaiming, "Looks like her father."

With this sentence, everything else is self-evident.

Chu Yanning leaned forward and bowed to him, "Yanning thanks the Marquis of Shaoyang."