The cold young master's exquisite wife

The Moon River is surrounded by light smoke and mist, as if it is still peaceful.

Yan Wei'er was dressed in a white shirt and a white veil, standing on the bank of the river, staring at the rushing river, gurgling down.The air was fresh and fresh only in the early 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.

One foot away, no longer dare to move forward.

"Thanks to you, Zhezhu has become a hell on earth. Aren't you afraid that countless wronged ghosts will seek your life?" Yan Wei'er didn't turn her head, her face full of sadness.

"I have an agreement with you." Feng Chuyang stepped forward and pulled Yan Wei'er: "When you become the princess, I will do better."

Anu turned around in a hurry, and the barking sound spread far away on the Moon River.

Yan Wei'er gently shook off his hand: "I'm not in such a good mood as you." She stroked Anu's head, gradually calming it down.

"What I promised will naturally be done. Now that your people have been released, what do you think next?" Feng Chuyang stared at her expression meaningfully.

"I know it myself, so I don't need you to worry about it." After she finished speaking, she walked towards the tent, where Jasmine was preparing breakfast for her.

In Feng Chuyang's tent.

Yan Wei'er was dressed in a moon white dress and a veil, and participated in the meeting of combat soldiers for the first time.She sat and listened without speaking.

The generals were deeply upset because of the addition of a woman, so they deliberately went around and around in their speech, expressing something that was obviously very simple in an obscure way.

After a meeting, it is almost incomprehensible.

Everyone retreated.

Feng Chuyang asked Yan Weier: "How do you feel?"

Yan Wei'er replied: "No." She turned around and exited the tent.

It was still the case until the third barracks meeting.All the soldiers still use obscure language to express the favorable and unfavorable conditions, geographical location, and combat plan in a scattered and fragmented manner.

Feng Chuyang was a little impatient, and waved his hand to make the crowd disperse, leaving only Yan Wei'er sitting on the stool alone.He raised his eyes to look at Yan Wei'er, the dress made of white snow silk fabric wrapped her figure exquisitely.

Although she was married and almost became a mother, she still had the appearance and age of a young girl, but she was more charming than a young girl.Between the eyebrows, the coldness, the quietness, and the nobleness with a heart for the world all make her charming like a charm.

Feng Chuyang saw that his whole body was hot and restless, and he said absently, "Do you have a good idea?"

Yan Weier's eyes were clear, and she calmly compiled the obscure speeches of the generals in the three meetings in the most concise language. It sounded the same, but it seemed different.

Feng Chuyang obviously didn't want to do this, and when Yan Weier got up to leave, he quickly embraced her in his arms.

However, it was just a hug, and there was no movement.

In front of her, he showed a flying and upright handsomeness, wearing a velvet suit, and his shoulders seemed even wider.

She didn't scream, just pushed him away gently.One push and he leaves her.

"It's getting late, I'm going back." Yan Wei'er bid farewell softly, her face under the light veil was calm.It was as if nothing had happened just now, and everything was just an illusion.

Feng Chuyang was dumbfounded, there was still a lingering fragrance in his hands, a ecstasy that turned his heart into a pool of spring water.

Feng Chuyang's soldiers and horses were unstoppable, and he took down several important towns such as Xining, Fusheng, and Huayu in a row.Ji Lian's soldiers and horses retreated steadily, and they retreated to the border of Huishaan.

Feng Chuyang rewarded the three armies at night, and the bonfire was burning brightly.He kept his promise to Yan Wei'er, not to rob, kill or plunder.

Yan Wei'er was very satisfied, although she didn't show any more smiles, but with Jasmine's support, sitting at the lower end of Feng Chuyang's seat was already an expression of her great mood.

At this time, the generals in the army did not reject her as before. In these few battles, they more or less made things difficult for her, deliberately making her unable to understand. Bring out the essentials.

Not only that, the generals actually have their own factions, and they all want to make military achievements, so the combat rules proposed are also different.

But Yan Weier combined the strengths of all the generals, and it seemed that everyone's ideas were used.

The reason why they didn't wait to see Yan Wei'er at first was that they thought that this woman was so stunning that Feng Chuyang could take Feng Chuyang with him in all battles, and that she must win by having sex in bed, so they looked down on her.

But when I saw this period of time, this woman was different from other concubines, she was never coquettish, only a servant girl accompanied her when she came and went, and she never pestered the third prince.

In addition, Feng Chuyang made it clear that the tactics are determined by this woman, and after comprehensive arrangement, each general has merit.Everyone admires, feast together, and be honored.

In the dead of night, Anu guarded the entrance of the tent, leisurely.Yan Wei'er rewarded it with a large pot of roasted meat and bones, which it was eating with great relish.

After Feng Chuyang drank, he broke into Yan Wei'er's tent, Anu immediately bowed up, looking at him with dark green eyes.

"Anu! Sit down." Yan Wei'er immediately stopped her, and softly said to Jasmine next to her, "You go out first."

Jasmine hesitated, bowed her head and went out, but intentionally left Anu in the tent.

"Congratulations on your successful start." Yan Wei'er poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Sober up."

When Feng Chuyang took the water glass, he reached out to hold Yan Wei'er's hand: "Wei'er...whatever you asked me to do, I, I did it."

"That's what you should do, at least after you die, fewer people will find you to settle accounts." Yan Wei'er quietly pulled out her hand: "Call me Miss Wei, I don't like it when you call me Wei Wei. Son."

"Then who do you like to call you Wei'er?" Feng Chuyang's hoarse voice was filled with anxiety.

"Feng Chuyang, you're drunk." Yan Wei'er frowned, the smell of the other party's alcohol sprayed on her face, burning hot.

"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober." Feng Chuyang slumped on the chair, lay on his back, and closed his eyes: "I'm more sober now than ever before."

He was tired, tired from years, even lonely.No one can make him open his heart. If he is not careful, he will die without a place to bury him.

So he has no friends, only allies.The so-called allies are nothing but the product of equal interests. Once the balance is lost, they will immediately change from friends to enemies.

His power and country are just like this, step by step, from scratch, forbearance, design, frame, brothel business, all the things he once thought were the most shameful, he has done, and he did it, and he did it smoothly up.

When he was young, he cared for the people of the world like Yan Wei'er, because he had seen the tragic scene of border towns after being invaded by foreigners, but he did not expect that he would also embark on this bloody road.

However, he used despicable means to meet this beautiful and alienated woman.She thought she wanted to be rich, but she didn't; she thought she would run away, but she seemed to live more freely than anyone else; she thought she really wanted revenge, but she asked him to treat the people kindly, teach him to be kind, and win the world.

All kinds of emotions that he had never shown in front of others seemed to be willing to be sprinkled on her light expression, even if she couldn't help ridiculing him occasionally, she was infinitely kind and infinitely true.

In his world, either he lied to others, or others lied to him.There has never been such a true expression, flattery and charm are all his perceptions of women, just like You Yixian, like Xianxuezhi.

But not her.

The promise made to her as a prince and concubine could not impress her, but he let her go and let her show a slight smile to him.

The mountains are high and the water is far away, a certain gesture that can be encountered but cannot be reached.

Feng Chuyang drank the tea in his hand in one gulp.

Soon, Yan Wei'er handed over another cup of tea without saying a word.

He took it, with red eyes, and asked her softly: "I was thinking, have you really walked out of the painting? Why, when I look at you, you still feel like the person in the painting, untouchable?" He He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her quiet face, but in the end, he didn't dare to profane.

She is still painted, his goddess.She seemed to have a magical power that could sort out his mixed emotions and fade away his hostility.

His mouth was so dry that he drank the second cup of tea down to the last drop.

Yan Wei'er picked up the small pot of tea, poured a third cup, and handed it to him.From the beginning to the end, I didn't say a word, I just quietly picked up the cup.

Three cups, four cups, five cups, six cups.

Yan Wei'er opened her mouth to remind: "It's night, you should go back to rest." The clear water eyes swept across his red cheeks, and finally, they stopped on his slightly bloodshot eyes: "Your eyes, by The blood is red. You think you are sober, but you are drunk."

Feng Chuyang stood up, his body shaking a little: "I am sober, but you are drunk." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave the tent.

"Wait," Yan Wei'er called him, with a calm expression on her face, as cool as water: "Next time you enter my camp, please remember to pass it on. If you break in directly like today, don't blame Anu for biting you, and don't blame me for biting you." Say I didn't warn you."

Feng Chuyang smiled wryly, nodded, and staggered to call the guards to help him into his tent.

The celebration banquet was still going on, and the guards outside Yan Weier's tent stood up straight, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Jasmine had just served Yan Wei'er on the bed when she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and a masked man in black flashed in.He pulled the mask off, only to stop Jasmine from screaming.

And Anu suddenly stood upright wagging his tail, rubbing his head against the person coming.

"Short..." Jasmine didn't have time to call out, and the man in black made a silent movement, forcing her to swallow it back.She hid aside joyfully, but didn't dare to leave 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 caress her face that he thought about day and night, but his fingers trembled, and he didn't dare to disturb her for a long time.

She has lost weight, a lot of weight, what kind of ups and downs did she go through to become so thin?She closed her eyes, her small face was white and thin, her eyelashes were slightly raised, casting beautiful shadows on her face.

"Jasmine, please put out the candle." Without opening her eyes, she just said casually.

The candle flame was still dancing, flickering on her face.

The hand of the man in black was still raised, and he just looked at her peaceful sleeping face without moving, as if he would spend his whole life looking at her like this.

"Mo..." She opened her eyes and was stunned in disbelief, but she didn't move, letting the raised hand caress her cheek.

Tears flowed out silently.