The moon river is filled with light smoke and shrouded in mist, as if it is still peaceful.
Yan Wei'er was wearing a white shirt and a white gauze. She stood on the river bank and stared at the rushing water as it gurgled down. The air was fresh and fresh only in the morning, but inadvertently, it was mixed with the smell of blood.
"Miss Wei, it's very dangerous for you to run out like this." Feng Chuyang stood behind her.
There is a distance of one foot, and no one dares to move forward.
"Thanks to you, the broken pillar became a hell on earth. Aren't you afraid of countless wronged ghosts seeking your life?" Yan Wei'er didn't look back, with a sad look on his face.
"The agreement between you and me will come later." Feng Chuyang stepped forward and pulled Yan Weier over: "I will do better when you become the princess."
Anu was so anxious that his barks spread far across the Moon River.
Yan Wei'er gently shook off his hand: "I'm not in as good a mood as you." She stroked Anu's head and gradually let it calm down.
"I will naturally do what I promised. Now that your people have been put back, what do you think should happen next?" Feng Chuyang stared at her expression meaningfully.
"I know it myself, so I don't need you to worry about it." After she said that, she walked towards the tent, where Jasmine was preparing breakfast for her.
In Feng Chuyang's tent.
Yan Wei'er, wearing a moon-white dress and veil, attended a meeting of combat officers for the first time. She sat aside and listened without speaking.
The generals were deeply unhappy because of the inclusion of a woman, so they deliberately spoke in convoluted ways, expressing seemingly simple things in an obscure way.
After a meeting, I almost didn’t understand what was said.
Everyone retreated.
Feng Chuyang asked Yan Weier: "What do you think?"
Yan Wei'er replied: "No." She turned around and exited the tent.
By the third military camp meeting, the situation was still the same. The soldiers still expressed the favorable and unfavorable conditions, geographical location, and combat plans in obscure language in scattered pieces.
Feng Chuyang was a little impatient. He waved his hand and ordered everyone to disperse, leaving only Yan Wei'er sitting on a stool. He raised his eyes to look at Yan Wei'er. Her dress was made of white snow silk fabric.
The figure is wrapped in an exquisite shape.
Although she was married and almost became a mother, she still had the appearance and age of a girl, but she was more graceful and graceful than a girl. The coldness, quietness in her eyes, and the nobility of her heart made her
There is an attraction like fascination in the temperament.
Feng Chuyang felt hot and uneasy all over his body, and said absently: "Do you have any wise ideas?"
Yan Wei'er's eyes were clear, and he calmly summarized the obscure speeches of the generals in the three meetings in the most concise language. They seemed to be the same, but they seemed to be different.
Feng Chuyang obviously had no intention of doing this, and when Yan Weier stood up to leave, he quickly held her in his arms.
However, it was just a hug and no movement.
In front of her, he showed his tall and straight handsomeness. He was wearing velvet clothes and his shoulders looked even broader.
She didn't scream, she just pushed him away gently. As soon as she pushed him, he left her.
"It's night, I'm going back." Yan Wei'er said goodbye softly, her face under the gauze was calm. It was as if nothing happened just now, and everything was just an illusion.
Feng Chuyang was stunned, there was still lingering fragrance in his hands, an ecstasy that turned his heart into a pool of spring water.
Feng Chuyang's troops were unstoppable and captured several important towns such as Xiuning, Fusheng, and Huayu. Ji Lian's troops retreated steadily, until they retreated to the border of Shaanxi.
Feng Chuyang rewarded the three armies at night with a blazing bonfire. He kept his promise to Yan Weier, not to rob, kill or plunder.
Yan Wei'er was very satisfied. Although she didn't show any more smiles, with Jasmine's help, she personally sat down at the bottom of Feng Chuyang's seat, which was already a sign of her excellent mood.
At this time, the generals in the army no longer rejected her as before. In these battles, they more or less made things difficult for her and deliberately made her unable to understand. But later, she was always able to peel off the cocoons layer by layer.
Bring out the essentials.
Not only that, the generals actually have their own factions, and they all want to achieve military success, so they propose different combat strategies.
But Yan Weier comprehensively summarized the strengths of the generals, and it seemed that everyone's ideas were put to use.
The reason why they didn't want to see Yan Wei'er at first was simply because they thought this woman was so stunning that Feng Chuyang could take her with him even in battles. She must have won in bed, so they looked down upon her.
But when I saw this period in my eyes, I realized that this woman was different from other beloved concubines. She was never pampered, she only had one maid accompanying her when she came and went, and she never pestered the third prince.
In addition, Feng Chuyang made it clear that the tactics were decided by this woman. After comprehensive analysis, all generals had their merits. Everyone admired them and had a feast together, which was a great honor.
In the dead of night, Anu stood guard at the entrance of the camp, enjoying himself leisurely. Yan Weier rewarded him with a large pot of roasted meat and bones, which he was chewing with relish.
Feng Chuyang drank wine and broke into Yan Wei'er's tent. Anu immediately arched his head and looked at him with faint green eyes.
"Anu! Sit down." Yan Weier immediately stopped her and whispered to Jasmine next to her: "You go out first."
Jasmine hesitated for a moment, lowered her head and went out, but deliberately left Anu in the tent.
"Congratulations on your victory." Yan Weier poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Sober up."
While Feng Chuyang took the water glass, he reached out and held Yan Wei'er's hand: "Wei'er...I, I have done everything you asked me to do."
"That's what you should do. At least after you die, there will be fewer people to settle accounts with you." Yan Wei'er quietly took out the hand that was held and said, "Call me Miss Wei. I don't like you calling me Wei."
Son."
"Then who do you like to call you Wei'er?" Feng Chuyang's hoarse voice was filled with anxiety.
"Feng Chuyang, you are drunk." Yan Weier frowned, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on her face, burning.
"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober." Feng Chuyang sluggishly sat on the chair, lying on his back, closing his eyes: "I'm sober now than ever before."
He is a little tired, tired from many years, and even lonely. No one can let him open his heart. If he is not careful, he will die without a burial place.
So he has no friends, only allies. And the so-called allies are just the product of equivalence of interests. Once the balance is lost, he will immediately turn from friend to enemy.
His power and empire were built step by step like this, starting from scratch, forbearing, planning, frame-up, working in a brothel, all the things he once considered the most shameful, he had done it, and he did it smoothly.
.
When he was a child, like Yan Wei'er, he cared about the people of the world, because he had witnessed the tragic scenes of border towns after being invaded by foreign tribes, but he did not expect that he would also embark on this bloody road.
However, he used despicable means to meet this beautiful and distant woman covered in white clouds. He thought she was going to be prosperous and wealthy, but she was not. He thought she would run away, but she seemed to live more comfortably than anyone else. He thought she really wanted to.
To take revenge, she asked him to treat the people well and teach him to be benevolent and conquer the world.
All kinds of emotions that he had never shown in front of others seemed to be willing to be reflected in her light expression. Even if she couldn't help but ridicule him occasionally, they were endlessly kind and true.
In his world, either he deceives others or others deceive him. There has never been such a true expression. Flattery and charm are all his perceptions of women, just like a wandering immortal or a slender snow branch.
But not her.
The promise of being a princess could not move her, but he let her go and made her smile slightly at him.
Mountains are high and rivers are far away, a certain attitude that can be encountered but cannot be reached.
Feng Chuyang drank the tea in his hand in one gulp.
Soon, Yan Weier handed over another cup of tea without saying a word.
He took it, with red eyes, and asked her gently: "I was wondering if you really came out of the painting? Why, when I look at you, I still feel like the person in the painting, untouchable?" He
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her calm face, but in the end, he didn't dare to blaspheme.
She is still in the painting, and she is his goddess. She seems to have a magical power that can sort out his complicated emotions and make him less violent.
His mouth was dry and he drank every drop of the second cup of tea.
Yan Wei'er picked up the small pot of tea, poured the third cup, and handed it to his hand. From beginning to end, she didn't say a word, she just quietly collected the cups.
Three cups, four cups, five cups, six cups.
Yan Wei'er reminded: "It's night, you should go back and rest." Her clear water eyes swept across his red cheeks, and finally stopped on his slightly bloodshot eyes: "Your eyes are covered by
The blood is stained red. You think you are sober, but in fact you are drunk."
Feng Chuyang stood up, his body swaying a little: "I am sober, but you are drunk." As he said that, he turned around and wanted to leave the camp.
"Wait a minute," Yan Weier called him, her face as calm as water: "Next time you enter my camp, please remember to pass the message. If you break in directly like today, don't blame Anu for biting you, and don't
Say I didn’t remind you.”
Feng Chuyang smiled bitterly, nodded, staggered and called to the guards to help him into his tent.
The celebration banquet was still going on, and the guards outside Yan Weier's tent stood straight, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Just as Jasmine served Yan Wei'er to the bed, her vision blurred as a masked man in black walked in. He pulled down the mask and stopped Jasmine from screaming.
And Anu suddenly stood upright, wagging his tail, and rubbed his head against the visitor.
"Young Master..." Before Jasmine could shout out, the man in black made a gesture of silence, causing her to swallow it back. She happily stepped aside and did not dare to go out of the tent, so she had to hide behind the screen.
The man in black took three steps at a time, walked to the bed, raised his hand, and wanted to touch her face that she thought about day and night. Unexpectedly, his fingers trembled and he did not dare to disturb her for a long time.
She has lost weight. She has lost a lot of weight. What kind of ups and downs has she experienced to become so thin? She has her eyes closed, her face is white and thin, her eyelashes are slightly raised, casting beautiful shadows on her face.
"Jasmine, just put out the candle." She said casually without opening her eyes.
The candlelight was still beating, flickering on her face.
The man in black still had his hand raised, looking at her peaceful sleeping face motionlessly, as if he wanted to spend a lifetime looking at her like this.
"Mo..." She opened her eyes and was stunned, in disbelief, but did not move, letting the hand raised high touch her cheek.