Lately, Chu Changning has been feeling restless and irritable, as well as tired and lacking energy.
Outside, the north wind howled, snow fell from the sky, and the condensed ice shards, carrying a biting chill, lashed against people, stirring up large swaths of white snow on the ground.
She walked towards the council tent, holding an umbrella.
Wearing a flowing, light green dress with a white mink coat over it, she looked graceful and elegant from afar.
The military camp was filled with patrolling soldiers, and night hawks stood guard outside the council tent.
Chu Changning saw that it was him and spoke.
Is Lord Yan inside?
Night Hawk bowed and said, "Reporting to Madam, the Lord and the General are discussing matters."
Chu Changning's eyes darkened, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Then I'll wait outside."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clear, crisp male voice came from inside.
"Let her in."
Night Hawk paused, then said, "Yes."
Chu Changning handed the umbrella to the guard at the door, lifted the curtain, and slowly walked in.
Upon entering, one sees a group of generals standing in front of a sand table, talking. Wang Hezhan is holding a black flag and planting it on the rivers and mountains on the sand table, discussing military affairs.
Yan Beimo glanced at her. "What's wrong?"
Chu Changning walked over, wrapped her arm around his, and whispered something.
"I'm bored in the barracks, I want to go outside and see what's going on."
The two were in intimate poses, and a warm atmosphere filled the tent.
All eyes turned to him.
A hint of displeasure flashed in Wang Hezhan's cold eyes.
A vixen.
He glanced at the rivers and mountains on the sand table, then planted the black flag directly under the city gate of Ding'an, interrupting the two men.
"Yan Er, since the King of Qi is going against us, why don't we bypass Taiyuan and besiege Ding'an?"
Having just conquered Gaozhou, if they were to attack Taiyuan, they would be openly opposing His Majesty in the capital and violating the ancestral precepts of their aristocratic families.
The world is in turmoil, the Great Jin Dynasty is falling apart, and various princes are vying for supremacy. As long as we use the pretext of pacifying the princes to march south, the powerful families will not say anything.
Ding'an was the fiefdom of the King of Qi. If the King of Qi wanted to collude with the Li family of Longxi, then we should attack the King of Qi first, and then attack Taiyuan.
"The nineteen cities of Quelu Mountain are now at war. King Qi and King Lingnan are already at odds, and the people of Lingnan will not miss this opportunity."
Chu Changning knew that Wang Hezhan was doing it on purpose, and she scoffed inwardly. She deliberately tightened her grip on Yan Beimo's arm and looked at him provocatively.
Wang Hezhan, "---"
A demoness.
A witch who murdered her husband.
Yan Beimo was being swayed back and forth by her arms, and he didn't hear what Wang Hezhan was saying. He lowered his eyelids to look at her and said in a low voice.
"Go to the racecourse when you're bored."
Wang Hezhan was ignored and put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction.
"Jinling, this is the military council tent. What are you doing here, a woman?"
Chu Changning raised an eyebrow. "I've come to find my husband."
"---" Wang Hezhan threw down the military flag in his hand. "Fine, I won't disturb your sweet time. I'm going to check on the grain that Xie San brought."
The other generals glanced at their silent lord and then quietly followed him out.
Seeing this, Chu Changning breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Beimo glanced at her with a calm expression.
"What kind of mischief are you planning?"
"---" she said in a soft Wu dialect, "I just want to go out and have some fun."
Yan Beimo said calmly, "It's not safe outside."
These are turbulent times, chaos reigns everywhere. He has just conquered Gaozhou, but the city is not prosperous; it is desolate and bleak, with nothing to do.
Chu Changning had only come to the meeting tent under some pretext; he had no intention of going out to play.
She cleared her throat, feigning disappointment, and said, "Alright then."
"By the way, it's getting late. When I arrived, I asked the head cook to bring the food here so we could eat together."
Yan Beimo knew she had no good intentions, and gave her a meaningful look.
Ignoring him, Chu Changning called out, "Night Hawk."
Nighthawk paused, then lifted the curtain and entered.
"My lord."
Chu Changning said directly, "Have the head cook bring the food over; Your Excellency is hungry."
Night Hawk didn't move, but looked at Yan Beimo.
There was no precedent for eating in the council tent in the military camp.
Chu Changning pouted and poked the man's side.
Yan Beimo then put down the commemorative document in his hand and said calmly, "Do as she says."
"---"
Night Hawk respectfully withdrew.
Soon after, the food was brought in and placed on the table where the meeting was held.
Chu Changning has been eating a lot lately, and he dashed over in a flash.
Aren't you going to eat?
Yan Beimo has been very busy these past few days. The various lords of the Great Jin Dynasty are vying for supremacy, creating chaos. The surrounding countries are even more turbulent, with complex interests and extensive private entanglements. His plan to launch a southward offensive involves the interests of too many people.
He came early this morning to handle military affairs and hasn't eaten yet; he's really hungry now.
He didn't say anything, but slowly walked over.
Chu Changning wasn't one to talk much, and he ate the meal quietly.
After the two finished their meal, Yan Beimo went about his official business, while Chu Changning stood beside him grinding ink, glancing at the files in his hands from time to time.
In fact, she had been paying close attention to the battle situation in various places. If she could persuade Yan Beimo to change his attack route, disrupt his plans, and make him fight Helian Ye, she could reap the benefits.
But she's now hesitant to interfere in military affairs, lest he become suspicious.
Inside the military tent, ambergris incense burned, and after a while, Chu Changning became drowsy.
Yan Beimo saw her dozing off on the table with her buttocks sticking out, and reached out to pat her soft flesh.
"Go back to the main tent and sleep."
Chu Changning ignored him, muttered something, and rolled onto the small couch next to her.
Seeing this, Yan Beimo didn't say anything and went about his own business.
After a while, someone outside came shouting that there had been an accident involving military equipment.
Yan Beimo got up and went out. As soon as he left, Chu Changning immediately woke up, her eyes clear, and she listened intently to the sounds outside.
Seeing that the person had really gone far away, she quickly went to the drawer in front of the desk and looked for the military map.
We searched his main tent for several days, but the marching map was nowhere to be found.
She guessed that Yan Beimo was wary of her, and probably kept the item in the council tent.
She finally managed to sneak in today, and she's determined to find him.
Outside, the world was vast and desolate, with snowflakes swirling in the cold wind as they swept across the gnarled branches of old trees.
A man dressed in black robes stood between heaven and earth, gazing at the distant mountain scenery, speaking softly.
Is this true?
'I've seen it myself; there's no mistake.'
Yan Beimo's expression remained unchanged. "Go write a letter to Cui Si and secretly kill him."
The person behind him paused, then mumbled, "Yes."
He didn't say anything more, just waved his hand and dismissed the person.
Upon hearing footsteps approaching, Chu Changning quickly reviewed the map, memorized it, and put everything back in its place.
Suddenly, my stomach churned violently.
She clutched her stomach in discomfort, a bad thought suddenly flashing through her mind.
Lately, she's been very sleepy and has been eating a lot; could it be that...?
No, that's impossible.
She has been taking medication.
A vague unease settled in my heart.
Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and a man, radiating coldness, walked in.
Yan Beimo saw the person stumbling out and grabbed her wrist.
"Wasn't he asleep?"
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