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

Qi Rong stood on the city wall and looked at him, "You are not dead after all."

"I almost died," Yan Huaiming frowned. In March, he was still wearing a cloak, his face pale, and he looked very weak. He said, "The Marquis of Shaoyang and I will lead the troops to Shangjing to exterminate the Liao people. General Qi, do you want to come with us?"

Qi Rong asked, "Who else is in your car?"

Yan Huaiming: "Princess."

Not the Princess of Chu State, but the Princess.

Qi Rong: "Your Majesty is only sixteen, where did the princess come from?"

Yan Huaiming shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and stood upright. He said solemnly, "Lianzhou, Jun'an, and even Shangjing were occupied by the Liao people. General Huo Ting of Cangzhou resisted desperately for more than three months before repelling the Liao soldiers. Corpses were scattered outside the city gates, and there were tens of thousands of refugees. All this is because of your Majesty!"

"A ruler of a country, for his own selfish desires, allows barbarians to set foot on his land. He has no mercy, no strategy, and no wisdom. How can he be a ruler?"

"Zong Zhengrong is a bandit who rebelled during a time of external trouble. If it weren't for the soldiers of the Chu Kingdom defending the border, you would have been slaves of the Liao Kingdom by now!"

"Who is the legitimate one? Who is the traitor?" he asked. "If the one with the surname Chu isn't the princess, who is?"

Qi Rong on the tower sneered, "Zong Zhenglin is unfit to be a king, but the princess in your carriage is fine."

Heroes emerge in troubled times. Qi Rong holds a large army, but has not made any move so far. His thoughts have long been known to everyone.

If Zong Zhengrong, a bandit, could become emperor, why couldn't he?

It's still unknown whether a woman is from the royal family of Chu State. How can Yan Huaiming and Shaoyang Hou send her to the throne with just a word?

Do you think all the people in the world are fools?

"Master Yan, I do not wish to antagonize the Yan family, so I have let you go this far. However, if you go any further, my archers will release their arrows."

The curtain of the carriage opened slightly, and a slender woman walked out slowly. She was wearing plain clothes without any patterns on them, and her bun was also very simple, with only a green jade hairpin.

She looked up at Qi Rong, who had a charming and delicate face. Yan Huaiming chose such a person to be a princess?

Qi Rong sneered inwardly as he listened to the beauty slowly say, "I've long heard of General Qi's renown. Could you please move inside the carriage so we can talk privately?"

She glanced at Yan Huaiming and Qi Yu again, then turned to Qi Rong and said, "The rest of the people will retreat fifty meters away. I swear on the Chu family that they will not shoot arrows at you, young master."

Qi Rong was skilled in martial arts, so he was naturally not afraid of these things. Qi Yu had already turned around with his men and moved away from the city gate.

Only a carriage and a beauty were left, looking up at him from under the city wall.

"Lift the curtain," he said.

Chu Yanning obediently lifted the curtain. There was no one inside, so she could see everything at a glance.

Qi Rong was somewhat curious about what she wanted to say to him. There was no sign of martial arts in her actions. It was very easy for him to kill her in the carriage.

He smiled frivolously and said, "A beauty has invited me, so why not come?"

He ordered people to open the city gate and walked out alone. Chu Yanning held the curtain for him and followed him into the carriage.

The woman had a charming appearance and lifted the curtain for him very naturally. It was obvious that she was used to serving others. He despised her in his heart. Yan Huaiming would rather find a puppet than a real one.

He sat down in the car, "What do you want to tell me?"

Chu Yanning sat opposite him, took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words.

The way of being a king.

She took it to him and humbly asked for his advice: "General, please give me some advice."

He said he didn't know whether she was qualified to be emperor, and she wanted to discuss this with him. Why, did she want to use benevolence, righteousness, and morality to convince him to support her?

He couldn't help laughing. Idiot, what an idiot. Where did Yan Huaiming find it?

He didn't even understand the implication, yet he dared to invite him to the carriage alone.

He leaned against the car wall and pulled the paper from her hand. "What do you want to ask me? Your handwriting?"

It's just so ugly.

Chu Yanning lowered his head and said shyly, "I've only been learning for a few months. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, General."

She reached out to take the paper from him. She was sitting on his left, Qi Rong holding the paper in his right hand. She placed her right hand on the ground in front of her knees, leaned forward and stretched out her left hand to take it, but it fell into his arms.

Qi Rong's smile had just spread to the corner of his mouth when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the right side of his neck. Warm blood gushed out instantly, flowing far away and splashing on the car wall. Chu Yanning's half face was covered in blood. She raised her head from his neck and pressed his body, which had been quickly drained of strength, under her. He raised his hand to hold her neck, but he couldn't exert any strength at all.

Chu Yanning held the small blade in his palm and cut his wound deeper.

Even so, the blood flow at this time was still like a trickle, and his blood was almost drained. Qi Rong opened her eyes, and the hand that was holding her neck fell down weakly, hitting the ugly words.

In his last consciousness, he saw Chu Yanning smiling, her voice still soft and charming, "General, don't underestimate women."

There was a dripping sound on the carriage; something liquid was dripping down.

The curtain of the car moved, and a bloody corpse rolled out and fell to the ground.

The soldiers on the tower took a closer look, their eyes widening as they exclaimed, "General!"

At this moment, soldiers and horses fifty meters away from the city gate galloped towards the city gate quickly. Yunzhi jumped off the horse, dodged the rain of arrows, sat on Chu Yanning's carriage, and drove the horse away quickly in the opposite direction.

Chu Yanning held on to the wall of the carriage tightly, but was still shaken so much that she couldn't sit still. Before she pushed Qi Rong's body out, she closed all the windows tightly. The Yan family's carriage was made of special wood and craftsmanship, and arrows could not get in at all.

When the carriage stopped, she was helped out by Yunzhi in a daze, and saw that Master Yan's carriage had become like a hedgehog.

She was covered in blood and the smell was very strong. She held onto the tree trunk and vomited a few times, but nothing came out.

Another clean carriage was already waiting nearby. Yunzhi said, "Princess, I will take you back to the camp. After you have a good wash, the smell will go away."

Chu Yanning nodded, held her hand and got into the carriage.

When they returned to the camp, they happened to run into Yan Huaiming. Thirteen was driving a carriage and waved to Yunzhi from a distance, "Hey, Miss Yun!"

After they all got out of the car, Yan Huaiming stood a few steps away from Chu Yanning and said, "Go wash up."

Chu Yanning walked up to him step by step, raised her face, and said, "Help me wash."

Yan Huaiming covered his nose and said, "You're just torturing me. My injuries haven't healed yet, and you're trying to stifle me like this."

Chu Yanning smiled and touched him with her bloody hands.

He grabbed her hand and looked at it carefully. The blade was sharp. There were cuts on her fingers and palm, and she was still bleeding. He asked, "Are there any other injuries?"

Chu Yanning said: "In my heart."

"Master Yan dislikes the way I smell. I'm so sad."

Yan Huaiming grabbed her other uninjured hand and led her towards the tent, saying with a smile, "I can't argue with you."