Chapter 166: Wu An Hou is very good at scolding
Yu Chaosheng snatched the melodramatic novel titled "After Divorce, the Domineering Boss's Red Eyes Forced Love" and tore it into pieces with gnashing teeth.

"Woman, from now on you can only read the novels I write. You can read whatever I write and you are not allowed to refuse." He stuffed the book fragments into the cloth bag filled with Batian snacks, preparing to burn it clean with fire when he went out.

Pan Yingying rolled her eyes. This guy was still acting.

She uttered a few perfunctory "hmm" and "ah" and as soon as Chao Sheng left the carriage, she immediately took out a book called "He Ascended the Throne at the Age of Nine Thousand Years after the Divorce" and read it with relish.

Recently, she has become obsessed with these melodramatic stories about broken relationships and reconciliation, and she particularly likes to see the male protagonists chasing their wives to the crematorium.

Pan Yingying: Hehehehe.

Yu Chaosheng was riding on a horse, holding Batian's leash in his hand. After thinking about it over and over again, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Why is it that the woman has been looking at "divorce" or "peaceful separation" all the time recently? Could it be that she has some very dangerous thoughts?

But on second thought, I have been performing excellently recently, and there is nothing worthy of "divorce" or "peaceful separation".

Forget it, let me take my tiger son for a run first.

Although Batian was fat and his running posture was a little funny, he was very fast. Yu Chaosheng had to call him to stop several times, otherwise he would have run away.

Chen Qingzhi looked at the young man riding a horse and playing with Batian in front of him, and couldn't help but sighed: "It's great to be young!"

Cheng Hai rolled his eyes, flicked his whip, and decided to stay away from this middle-aged man who was becoming increasingly abnormal due to teaching, so as to avoid being infected by him.

"Yingying." Cheng Hai drove his horse to Pan Yingying's carriage, "Do you have any new story books? Bring one to me, Master, to cheer me up."

He lowered his voice and didn't think there was anything wrong with reading a storybook for a little girl.

After a while, Pan Yingying lifted the curtain on the window.

"Master, do you want 'The Overbearing Prime Minister, Please Be Gently Gentle' or 'After the Divorce, He Ascended the Throne at the Age of Nine Thousand Years Old'?" She raised 'The Age of Nine Thousand Years Old' in her hand, without any awareness that she was showing it to her own master.

Cheng Hai hesitated for only a moment before making a decision, "I want 'After the divorce, he ascended the throne at the age of nine thousand.'"

Pan Yingying chuckled, she guessed that her master would want this book.

She handed over the book she had read a few pages of and gave Cheng Hai a thumbs up, "Master, this book is really great!"

Cheng Hai raised his eyebrows, a little unconvinced.

The last time Pan Yingying said it was a wonderful and sweet story, he was so angry after reading it that he couldn't sleep all night, because he didn't know what was wrong with the author of that story, he actually killed such a good heroine, and made the hero marry a particularly annoying woman, under the euphemism of "taking care of the child left behind by the heroine."

Cheng Hai: !!!
I still get so angry when I think about it now!
Pan Yingying didn't know that she had lost her credibility in Chenghai. She only read the first half of the book and recommended it to people around her because she thought it was good. She had no idea that the author would feed the readers shit later.

Cheng Hai took the book and left, then went straight to the grain-carrying carriage and started reading the storybook.

Chen Qingzhi shook his head upon seeing this. It seemed that the little princess was obsessed with storybooks because of Cheng Hai. It was he who led the little princess astray.

Fortunately, he was here. In the future, he would give more advice and let the little princess watch less harmful things.

If Yu Chaosheng knew what he was thinking, he would definitely applaud him loudly.

Right, right, right! I want this woman to read less melodramatic novels!

The team kept moving forward and finally stopped to rest at the foot of a leeward hillside.

While everyone was cooking, Yu Chaosheng climbed onto the carriage.

Pan Yingying had thrown the book into the space before he came up. She was now eating an apple. When she saw him coming up, she pulled a wet wipe from the side and gave it to him.

"I'm so tired. Fat Tiger can really run. He walks me like a dog."

Yu Chaosheng complained while wiping his sweat. He really felt that his tiger son treated him like a dog and ran away.

Pan Yingying refused to express her opinion. This man and this tiger had always been in love and hate with each other.

They are having a great time here.

Wu'an Hou, who was far away in Kaiyang, was not doing so well. Previously, there was a shortage of food in the military camp, and the people around him took the initiative to borrow food from him. But now the imperial court has not paid the food, and the food borrowed from the people cannot be repaid. Wu'an Hou, who originally had only half of his hair white, now has almost all his hair white.

"My lord, a brother has found some edible grass roots!" The skinny deputy general rushed into the tent, as if he had heard some great news.

Marquis Wu'an felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears.

When this deputy general first came to Kaiyang, he was a strong and sturdy young man, but now he is skin and bones.

No, it's not just the deputy general, all the soldiers of the Wu'an Army are like this now.

He lowered his eyes to look at his hand which was only a layer of skin left, and closed his eyes.

"No need to give it to me, I'm not hungry yet."

The deputy general was anxious, "My Lord!"

The Marquis is the backbone of the Wu'an Army and he must not be allowed to fall under any circumstances.

"My Lord! Let's go to the grassland and rob some!" The deputy general lowered his voice and expressed the brothers' true thoughts.

If the imperial court doesn't provide them with food, won't they be able to find a solution on their own?

Wu Anhou's face darkened, "Absolutely not!"

Once they go to the grassland, the Tatars will certainly use this as an excuse to declare war on Dayu. Looking at their current skeletons, isn't it obvious that they are ready for someone to rush in and burn, kill and loot?
The deputy general stamped his feet in anger, turned around and left the tent.

He had to go and watch, and serve a bowl of the grass roots to the Marquis as soon as they were cooked.

After the deputy general left, Marquis Wu'an punched the table.

Damn Xiao Lian'an! Damn the imperial court!

Damn Jiang Qinghe! Damn it!
I agreed to lend him food if I helped him defend the city, but now there is no movement at all!

Damn it! Damn it!
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Five days later, Marquis Wu'an was reading a military book in his tent when his deputy general rushed in like the wind.

"My Lord! We have food! Lots and lots of food!"

As the deputy general spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks.

He raised his sleeve to wipe his face, crying and laughing, "It was City Lord Jiang who sent someone to deliver the food."

Marquis Wu'an glared at him, thinking that his deputy general was making up stories to cheer him up.

"Is this true?"

The deputy general nodded excitedly, "It's absolutely true! The team delivering food is already ten miles away!"

Marquis Wu'an stood up suddenly and said, "I will go to greet them myself!"

Great! Finally we have food!
Since Jiang Qinghe is willing to lend grain, he is not a bastard for the time being. Only Xiao Lian'an is a bastard!

Yu Chaosheng rode his horse at the front of the team, holding Batian's leash in his hand. The man and the tiger looked particularly intimidating.

When Marquis Wu'an saw such a domineering scene as soon as he came over, he couldn't help but turn his head and whisper to the deputy general.

"Is there such a talented young general in Ningyuan City?"

The deputy general shook his head and said, "I don't know. I was not the one who led the troops to Ningyuan."

(End of this chapter)