Yan Wei'er attended Feng Chuyang's war meeting as usual, still wearing a veil and still not saying a word, but everyone no longer deliberately made things difficult for her.
Feng Chuyang asked her to be on the list. Of course, he didn't really expect her to make suggestions. He just enjoyed the feeling of that moment. She listened quietly and sorted out everyone's speeches like a master.
Occasionally, when he asked her in front of everyone, she would present a certain plan in a clear voice, but this plan was always made up of an idea from this plus an idea from that.
Everyone's hearts felt like a spring breeze.
The tactics sounded good, but they failed in the battle back to Shaanxi, and the defeat was ugly.
Upon closer inspection, there was actually no problem with the tactics. The problem was that Ji Lian lost several important towns with no serious casualties, and he quickly evacuated most of the people.
Ji Lian's soldiers and horses stationed in Hui Shaanxi grew rapidly. Some were withdrawn from other towns, and some people joined the army on the spot. As a result, Feng Chuyang's soldiers and horses did not have much advantage.
What's more, Ji Lian's soldiers had lost several territories and were already very angry, vowing to show off to Feng Chuyang. But Feng Chuyang's soldiers and horses had fought long distances, far away from their homeland, and had fought several battles in a row.
The man is tired and the horse is tired.
As soon as the two sides fight, the opponent will be defeated. This has nothing to do with tactics.
And in the past few days, a poem has appeared out of nowhere. It may have been adapted from the lyrics of the song that was popular in Kyoto:
Not at home, but in a foreign land, where he died in battle. A general often buries his bones when he goes to war, but his wife and children shed tears at home.
The emotions of the soldiers were infected, and the atmosphere of sadness and homesickness spread rapidly. It was like a plague, which caught Feng Chuyang off guard.
That night, Feng Chuyang didn't say a word, his face was gloomy, he sat alone under the big tree and was silent for a long time.
When he returned to his room late at night, he was drinking and teasing with the woman. Perhaps he was a thoughtful man. Seeing that he was depressed, he asked the woman to accompany him.
That night, there were murmurs coming from his room, and it seemed that there was more than one woman.
He also smiled heartily and cheerfully, sweeping away the gloomy atmosphere.
Yan Wei'er and Jasmine passed by his small courtyard and did not go in to disturb him. They just looked at each other and smiled, not paying attention.
Early the next morning, Yan Wei'er and Jasmine had just returned from a stroll on the bank of the Moon River. As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, they saw several uninvited guests waiting in the courtyard. However, it didn't look like they were waiting. They seemed to have just happened to be here while taking a walk.
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One man, two women. The man is of course Feng Chuyang, and the woman...it just so happens that Yan Weier recognizes both of these women.
Although Yan Wei'er was surprised and confused in her heart, on the surface, she looked calm and noble, as if she didn't know anyone, so she ignored them and wanted to go back to the room.
"Hey, sister Wei'er, how come you've only had your eyes on the top of your head so long that you can't recognize people?" The speaker was a woman in green clothes, with coquettish features and domineering features.
"I don't know you." Yan Wei'er was calm and indifferent, with an elegant demeanor, which was in sharp contrast to the woman. Feng Chuyang's eyes dimmed quietly.
In fact, if you look closely, the woman's face shape is quite similar to that of Yan Wei'er. As long as she doesn't speak, it seems that for a while, she can make men who like charming women savor her for a long time.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, she immediately fell behind and lost all interest. The difference between her and Yan Weier's aloof temperament was thousands of feet away.
So when the woman saw Feng Chuyang losing his mind and staring straight at Yan Wei'er, she got the courage from nowhere to step forward and slap Yan Wei'er in the face.
It was a habit formed since childhood. When I saw her, I would hit her if I wanted to, scold her if I wanted to, kick her if I wanted to, and tease her if I wanted to.
She is a legitimate daughter, she is a concubine. She is a rich lady, she is a cheap maid.
But when did her fate take a turn for the worse. A young lady with clothes to eat and food to eat was locked up in a pasture to feed horses, while another concubine from a humble background married an enemy and became the mistress of the house.
Moreover, she is also the head matron of the Ji Lian family.
Such an honor is like a girl from an ordinary family flying into the palace and becoming the queen.
She was so jealous that her eyes almost bled.
She gave the bitch a hard slap, just like when she was a child.
However, almost at the same time, this concubine, who had been afraid of being beaten since she was a child, slapped her hard on the face.
For a moment, the air in the entire courtyard froze.
Two women were confronting each other. One was so angry that her hair was burning, and she couldn't believe that the other dared to fight back. The other, as if she had just completed a trivial task, lightly dusted off her white shirt.
However, Jasmine's face turned red with anger, Anu's eyes began to flash green, and there was a gurgling sound in her throat.
Feng Chuyang, on the other hand, looked at all this with interest, his eyes were deep, neither reasonable nor helpful, but seemed to want to see some interesting charm in it.
The other woman, obviously unable to keep her temper, screamed and rushed to Yan Wei'er's side. She raised her hand, ready to imitate the previous woman and slap her to vent her anger. As soon as she made her move, Jasmine grabbed her,
At the same time, Yan Wei'er slapped her again.
The sound is loud and bright, crisp and sweet.
Yan Weier chuckled: "Oh, so that's the sound. It's really nice."
What's even more frightening is that Anu is angry!
It jumped forward and knocked the two women away a foot away. Fortunately, it only hit them with their heads and bodies. If it had used its teeth, I don't know how miserable the scene would have been.
Yan Wei'er casually made a move, and Anu immediately stood next to her majestically, showing off his style.
Yan Wuchen hurried from outside the hospital and scolded the two women who fell to the ground and staggered around: "Wuyue, Wuyou, what are you doing?" He had been waiting outside for a long time, and the situation in the hospital was clear. At this time,
If you don't come out to clean up the mess, how long will it take?
Those two women were indeed Yan Wei'er's two sisters, one named Yan Wuyue and the other named Yan Wuyou. They were Yan Wuchen's biological sisters.
Yan Wuchen met Yan Wuyue by chance a few days ago, and found out that they lived in the suburbs of Hui Shan, in the Ji Lian family's house.
At that time, he accidentally glanced and discovered that Yan Wuyue looked somewhat similar to Yan Wei'er. His mind was so excited that he went through all the sisters in his mind, and then chose Yan Wuyue and Yan Wuyou who were the most similar.
Serve this third prince.
I thought it would take some effort, but unexpectedly, as soon as Yan Wuchen told Feng Chuyang about these two people, Feng Chuyang immediately said: "Bring them to my room at night."
But this early in the morning, which song did the third prince sing? He actually brought two women who had just served him all night to Yan Wei'er.
Yan Wuyue and Yan Wuyou have been spoiled since they were young. How long have they ever taken Yan Weier seriously? It was just a slap in the face.
Unexpectedly, Yan Wei'er, who never fought back, had a firm gaze and steady attacks. But what was shocking was not this, but her apparently powerful aura.
The two disgraced women, who had not taken any advantage, left the yard in dejection under the leadership of Yan Wuchen. Feng Chuyang also left. From beginning to end, he did not say a word.
But that night, there was only wine and no women in Feng Chuyang's room. There was also loneliness, endless loneliness.
He took the wine bottle and staggered out of the room. The guards went to help him, but he shouted and kept away.
He walked towards Yan Wei'er's room step by step with difficulty, smelling of alcohol, and shouted: "Miss Wei! Miss Wei! Come out! Come out! I have something to tell you."
He was half lying next to the big tree in the courtyard, and kept shouting: "Come out, if you don't come out, I will kill you..." He couldn't go on, and changed his tone again, with endless sadness: "Why... are you doing this to me?"
?I'm...so good to you...why do you treat me like this?"
Yan Wei'er opened the door and walked towards Feng Chuyang who was sitting on the ground. The moonlight shone lightly on her body, and she was wearing a moon-white light shirt, covered with moonlight, giving off a lazy demeanor.
"You're drunk." It was still such a casual statement.
Feng Chuyang laughed wildly: "It's better to be drunk, it's better to be drunk." He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Wei'er's hand, but she was so far away from him, so far away that he couldn't even touch her.
"Jasmine, go find the guards and take him back to his room." Yan Wei'er ordered while looking at Feng Chuyang through the moonlight. His eyes were so painful: "Feng Chuyang, we have lost a battle.
, you can’t afford to lose? As for drinking like this? Victory or defeat depends on the military..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Chuyang's vague soliloquy: "I'm not in my hometown, but in a foreign land...I miss you so much...the window is full of worries...think carefully...hahaha...I laugh.
The moon is closing... I am crazy... Hahaha, good poems, good words, so lovesick..."
After he finished reading, he put the wine bottle to his mouth and drank several large sips. The wine flowed out of the corner of his mouth after drinking it too quickly. His lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood, but they evoked loneliness and arrogance.
of arc.
The guards came, supporting Feng Chuyang from one side to the other, half supporting and half dragging him out. The moment he went out, Feng Chuyang turned his head and smiled softly at Yan Wei'er, as if he had said something,
It seemed like he didn't say anything.
Yan Wei'er stood under the tree, looking up at the full moon. The full moon hung in the deep blue starry sky, bright and bright.
"Go back to your room, madam." Jasmine came over to help her.
"Jasmine, look, the moon is so full." Yan Wei'er's face bloomed with childish brilliance: "We can go home and reunite on the next full moon day."
Jasmine hesitated to speak. She waited for a long time, but still couldn't ask.
"Tell me," Yan Weier smiled: "Want to ask Feng Chuyang?"
Jasmine was stunned: "If there was no young master, would you like Feng Chuyang?" Such words are really disrespectful, but they seem harmless and are just gossip between two boring women.
Yan Wei'er actually thought about it very seriously, and then said in a very affirmative tone: "We are not from the same place, so we can't talk about whether we like him or not. However, he himself may be a little different from the person we usually know.
Or maybe, at the beginning of man’s life, his nature was good, and at some point, he returned to his true nature.”
He designed to arrest her. He was a great traitor, but he was ridiculed by her and at her mercy for such a long time.
Yan Wei'er thought of his last look and smile before leaving the house, and inadvertently, a feeling of uneasiness arose in her heart.