She said: "In my life, I have never owed anyone, only you, I owe too much......"

Yan Shuning has lived this life.

She has become a well-known female general, and she is worthy of the cultivation of the family.

She killed her father's enemy with her sword, and she was worthy of her father who died on the battlefield.

She resists foreign enemies and protects her homeland, and she is worthy of this country.

She devoted her family to running a school to promote education, and she was worthy of the people who loved her.

How many times did she dream back at midnight, how many times she got drunk in the middle of the night, one glass of wine, she drank until she vomited, and drank until her whole body was numb. Shrunk at the foot of the cold bed alone, Yan Shuai, who was dominating on the battlefield, was like an abandoned child.

She's sorry Rong Xian.

Approach him, deceive him, kill him.

He held a sincere heart in front of her, but she trampled it hard. trampled on his true feelings, making him regret when he died.

The sentence "never" is murderous.

In that turbulent era of war, there was too much separation between Yan Shuning and Rong Xian.

Family hatred and father's hatred, competing interests.

How much she wishes that she was this Tsing Yi drama Shuyan, just Shuyan.

On the stage, Hua Dan in Tsing Yi, who was wearing heavy makeup, left the last sentence at the last moment of her life, and a tear fell from the corner of the woman's delicately depicted eyes, "Actually, I have died a long time ago......"

Rong Xian, wait for me, okay?

In Yan Shuning's heart, that Tsing Yi Hua Dan Shuyan had died a long time ago, and she had already died under the gunfire in Rong Shuai's Mansion more than 20 years ago.

After Yan Shuning's death, according to her last wishes, her cronies buried her with Rong Xian's ashes.

In front of her grave.

These words are impressively engraved.

The tomb of Yan Shuning, the wife of Rong Xian.

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"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they all seem to be paid to the broken wells——"

The beautiful woman dressed in green clothes and holding the water sleeves sometimes lowered her eyes and sighed softly, sometimes frowned, and the water sleeves were slightly raised, like clouds and smoke.

Just like it was back then.

Excerpts, a dream.

……

Silently typed the last word, and the story was over.

Nanyu fell into deep self-loathing.

She was a little depressed.

This is the first script she wrote, to be honest, it is not mature enough, a tragic love dressed in the troubled times of the Republic of China.

Maybe she should go to a cram school and stay up late to make up for tuition, Nanyu thought to herself.

She named this story "Zhu Yan".

It can be irresponsibly said that the face of the heroine in this script is a sharp weapon, a sharp weapon to kill people.

After writing this story, Nanyu closed the computer, climbed into bed and closed her eyes.

She needs to get some sleep to replenish her dead brain cells.

……

The military training for the next few days went as usual, and there was nothing special.

Stand in a military posture, walk in unison, and kick the right step.

Day by day of training, the students were so tired that they were scolding MMP with a bitter face.

In the afternoon, the students stood for an hour in military posture as usual.

At this time, the sun is really poisonous, and it has only been a few days, and it is already obvious that there are several female classmates who have been tanned by two degrees.

Nanyu is so white that she shines in it, she is naturally white, she can't tan, even if she is in the sun, her skin will only be slightly reddened by the sun.

The girl wore a military cap, her hair was tied up and stuffed into the hat, a few strands of broken hair hung down slightly, and there were beads of sweat on her fair forehead.

She stands upright, although she is petite, but she is wearing a camouflage uniform, with a serious expression on her face, she really has a heroic feeling.

Nanyu has always exercised, usually running in the morning and running at night, and she has persevered so-so, so her physical strength is good. At this time, the girl was glad that she hadn't been lazy before, otherwise she would really have suffered this kind of military training that was not watery at all.

Suddenly, Nanyu saw a person walking towards their phalanx.

It was a teenager, with a straight back and a tall look.

He was wearing a camouflage uniform, a hat was a little crooked, and his broken hair was slightly messy.

The man walked up to their square, turned his back to them, and made a "report" to the instructor next to him, saying a few words.

Then they saw that the instructor frowned and asked him to return to the team.

When the boy turned around, Nanyu saw his face clearly.

The facial features are deep, the corners of the eyes are narrow, and the bridge of the nose is high.

An extremely handsome half-race face.