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

The third son of the Yan family, who was the most respected, went to Lianzhou on an errand and brought back a fisherwoman.

The fisherwoman had a fair face and a slender figure. Standing beside Yan Chongfu, she looked like a delicate dodder.

Yan Chongfu's mother was so angry that she smashed the teacup. "You brought a woman like this through the Yan family gate. You are bringing shame to me!"

During the six months that he had been working in Lianzhou, she had already found several ladies from prominent families for him in the capital, all of whom were talented and beautiful.

All of his brothers married women from aristocratic families. Without the help of his in-laws, he would be far inferior to others.

There can only be one head of the Yan family, but his father has four sons, each from a different mother.

His mother, Wang Ruishu, finally sympathized with him and said, "If you really like her, keep her in your room. When you have children, I will make her a concubine."

Yan Chongfu looked at Wang Ruishu and said, "I want to marry her."

Wang Ruishu was so angry that she had an asthma attack. Her son just stood there looking at her. Through the busy and nervous servants and maids, he said to her again: "I want to marry her."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. She had a room full of servants to take care of her and didn't need him.

He was born as a tool for Wang Ruishu to win favor.

Among the ladies, she had the lowest family background and was plain-looking, so she was not liked by the head of the family.

Until Yan Chongfu was born, he was born with a delicate figure and was very smart since childhood. The ancestor loved him the most and wanted to see "Xu Ge'er" every day. Wang Ruishu relied on this son and became proud in the harem.

When he grew up and started to learn, the cute Xu'er was far inferior to his two brothers in terms of literacy. Wang Ruishu asked him to stand in the courtyard on a snowy day and recite a long fu over and over again. If he made a mistake in a word, he had to recite it again until he got it right word for word, and then he could enter the house.

He broke a bowl at the banquet. Yan Xiuming glanced at him calmly, not paying any attention. But Wang Ruishu made him kneel in a dark room, holding a porcelain plate with two bowls stacked end-to-end on top. A pair of chopsticks were placed flat on the bowls. She said, "If your hands are not steady, practice here to make them steady."

He was raised in fear by Wang Ruishu, afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. The old ancestor sighed: "He was so smart when he was young, how come he has grown up to be so dull."

He has dozens of cousins, and there are so many likable children that he has lost even the favor of his ancestors.

Yan Xiuming married the legitimate daughter of the Wang family again, and the jealous Wang Ruishu was completely forgotten in the backyard. She blamed all the problems on the incompetent Yan Chongfu.

He grew up in her shadow until he was ten years old, becoming increasingly mediocre. When Wang Ruishu was even desperate about him, Yan Xiuming thought of his son.

He called him to the study room alone and tested his homework. Yan Mingxiu threw the article he wrote to the floor and said, "Bullshit, this is nonsense!"

He pointed at him and said, "Pack your things tomorrow and go to Bailu Academy!"

The first time he left Wang Ruishu, she hugged him in front of his carriage and cried uncontrollably. It seemed that all her motherly tenderness was given to him today. She said, "Xu'er, don't forget your mother."

How could he forget her? At the beginning, when he arrived at the academy, no matter what he did, he would think about how Wang Ruishu would react, whether she would curse at him or glare at him coldly.

He was taciturn and cautious in the academy, and had a mediocre relationship with his teacher and classmates. During his days off, he didn't even have any companions to go out and play with.

But during those years in the academy, life was very peaceful, and he gradually stopped thinking about her for a long time.

It was very strange that after leaving her, he seemed to suddenly become smart. Whether it was learning or riding and shooting, he gradually became better than others.

Yan Xiuming came to see him once in the middle of the day. This time, he was very satisfied with his homework. He said, "I have always known that your mother is not good at teaching children."

He had known it for a long time, but he didn't care.

It was just because his brothers had become restless in the past two years, so he had to start training his own son.

In addition to him, Yan Xiuming had three sons. Two of them were older than him and were not outstanding. The youngest son born to his newly married daughter from the Wang family was less than one year old, so he turned his attention to him.

Yan Xiuming patted his shoulder and said, "Study hard."

He ordered someone to decorate his room and assigned two servants to him.

In a family like theirs, even the love of their parents is conditional.

When Yan Chongfu was sixteen years old, Yan Xiuming gave him his first task. He had no one around him to help him and no one to teach him, so he did his job with some clumsiness, but at least he completed the task.

Yan Xiuming looked at him and said, "He's better than your two brothers."

He assigned him more people, even a group of secret guards. His two brothers became wary and began to frequently try to trip him up.

Yan Xiuming didn't want to hear any of this. He said, "I only care about the outcome. If you brothers win the fight, it's a testament to your ability. If you lose, it's because you're not as skilled as your opponent."

He watched coldly to see which of his sons was more skilled.

Yan Chongfu hadn't been back to the Yan family for many years. He was away from home all year round, and even lived in a house outside when he was resting. Wang Ruishu saw that Yan Xiuming was increasingly favoring him, so he came to the house and shed two tears, "Have you forgotten your mother?"

She was thinner than he remembered and seemed even more mean-spirited, which, combined with her forced pathetic demeanor, was quite ridiculous.

Yan Chongfu was already nineteen years old. During the time he was away from her, he had grown into an unfamiliar, cold, unkind heir who met the standards of Yan Xiuming.

If it weren't for Yue Niang, it would be Yan Xiuming's most satisfying work in his life.

Posing as a tea merchant in the border city of Lianzhou, he secretly investigated a branch of the Yan family colluding to resell arms to the Liao people. In September, the autumn wind blew along the banks of the Lianjiang River, and the reeds swayed. But in the river, a field of lotus leaves trembled, and the pink and white lotus flowers lined the leaves. A small fishing boat drifted by.

The boatman was a girl with her sleeves and trouser legs rolled up. From a distance, Yan Chongfu could see her white arms, legs, and feet. It was getting dark, and a dim lantern hung on her fishing boat. As they got closer, she turned her head and saw them. Her long hair, tied back with a silver hairpin, was gently blown by the wind. She smiled, her face radiant white under the light. She asked, "Are you going to cross the river? I can take you."

When she smiled, she was full of energy and her eyes were curved, like the water of the Lianjiang River.

She saw that he was the one in charge and asked again, "Sir, do you want to cross the river?"

"It's getting late now, and it's about to rain. All the other boats have withdrawn, and I'm the only one still here." She raised her chin, looking at him with sparkling eyes. "I won't raise your price. Ten coppers per person, how about that?"

Feng Juzheng, who was traveling with him, was a local. For many years, the price for boats to cross the Lianjiang River was five copper coins, rain or shine. This fisherwoman obviously saw that the young man was young, dressed richly, and looked like a foreigner, so she raised the price.

Feng Juzheng was about to speak when Yan Chongfu stopped him. He nodded to the fisherwoman and said, "Thank you for your help, young lady."

The fisherwoman laughed again, her eyes curved as she smiled at Yan Chongfu. She said, "Sir, you are too polite."