Shuyan.

Full name, Yan Shuning.

She is the eldest lady of the Yan warlord who holds the power of the Lingnan side, and the only daughter of Yan Dashuai.

In the early years of the war, Yan Dashuai died at the hands of Rong Xian.

In order to avenge his father, Yan Shuning assumed the alias Shuyan and hid in the pear orchard, in order to assassinate the amazing and glamorous young marshal of the Rong family.

How can the chat make people, Rong Xian to Shuyan, love at first sight.

Love words mislead people.

Rong Xian has been fighting horses all his life, but he has never escaped the fatal shot of his beloved wife.

A generation of generals has fallen.

In the chaos of Beicheng, Yan Shuning mastered the Lingnan army and took the opportunity to capture Beicheng, becoming the only female warlord with heavy troops at that time.

In the following years, foreign enemies invaded, and Yan Shuning united with other three marshals to jointly resist the enemy.

After many years of resistance against Japan, the people of Huaguo successfully drove away foreign enemies, and Yan Shuning, as one of the generals, became the only female marshal in the history of Huaguo.

This marshal, the heavens seem to favor her extraordinarily, and time has not carved too many traces on her face, and she is still as beautiful as she was more than ten years ago. The only thing that has changed is her temperament, which is no longer eccentric and perverse as before, but has become smooth and soft.

Marshal Yan has been diligent all his life, serving the country and the people.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, this land needs a long time to recuperate, and when most people are still worried about food and clothing, she has taken into account what the people lack most, which is education.

Yan Shuning was born as a warlord, and she accumulated countless wealth in her early years, and she spent all her family resources to run schools and cultivate talents one after another.

Yan Shuning, a graceful generation of Tianjiao, naturally has no shortage of pursuers in her life.

Yan Shuning rejected countless people who admired her, and she had only one answer.

That is, she has a husband.

The young marshal of the Rong family, who was once famous all over the world, Rong Xian.

Everyone in the world thinks that Yan Shuning hates Rong Xian very much, but she doesn't want her to guard him for half her life after he dies.

What makes the world strange is that this woman prefers others to call her a beautiful face than Marshal Yan.

Because, once upon a time.

In the pear orchard, on the high stage, she wore a water sleeve, heavy makeup, and sang the joys and sorrows of the world with a twist and turn.

She still remembered that the man said, "Shuyan, is it okay to marry me?" ”

The young marshal smiled with his eyebrows, and faded away from the decisive killing on the battlefield in the past, and the handsome young man with a straight posture was like a jade tree.

People are not plants and trees, it is better not to meet the city.

Shuyan and Rong Xian have been together for so many days and nights, in all fairness, how could she not be moved by him.

At that time, Yan'er was newly married.

Rong Xian weaved a net called love with gentleness, and Shuyan had nowhere to escape.

For a while, she even forgot about her father's hatred and family hatred.

Until that day, her father's original subordinates came to Yan Shuning and accused her of marrying the enemy who killed her father.

The words were like weeping blood.

Yan Shuning seemed to have woken up from a big dream.

She fired that shot.

I never guarded against her Rong Xian, and I didn't dodge it.

She killed her husband, the one who loved her best, with her own hands.

Years later.

Due to the many dark injuries suffered on the battlefield in his early years, Yan Shuning was almost exhausted when he was in his forties.

When she was dying, she wore the green coat and water sleeves, carefully painted her makeup, and sang the last song on the stage.

Even when she was seriously ill, she was still stunningly beautiful.

At the last moment of her life, this woman, who was going to be strong all her life, cried like a child.

She kept chanting: "Rong Xian, Rong Xian ......"