Cannon fodder is a full-level boss

Zeng Ruoqing, Princess of Handan, was famous in the Holy Capital as a woman.

Although the three princesses in the palace are also known to the common people, that is based on His Majesty's great favor towards the three princesses.

But Princess Handan is different. When talking about Princess Hanshan, everyone who knows her talks about the strange woman.

From birth to old age, women in the world may be prosperous for a lifetime, or homeless for half their lives. Most of them follow the template of traditional women and behave in a regular manner. But this Princess of Hanshan is different. I heard that she followed her grandfather when she was a child, and now she went to live in the desert area with the late old Master Hanshan.

Some men will never have the opportunity to go to the battlefield in their entire lives, but the ten-year-old Princess Hanshan has lived in the desert area where border conflicts often occur for three full years.

There is even more unknown gossip that when the old Lord Hanshan was still alive, the battle to turn the tide finally led to the arrival of reinforcements, and the empty city strategy that finally turned defeat into victory was proposed by Princess Hanshan, who was only twelve years old at the time.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, in the eyes of others, being able to be associated with that battle is enough to show that the Princess of Hanshan is not an ordinary person.

Not to mention that after returning to Shengjing, despite the rejection of other noble ladies, she quickly entered the upper class circle of Shengjing with just a wave of her hand and just one poem.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone is not a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and look at each other as three people..."

The song "Drinking Alone under the Moon", not only the noble ladies, but also the people who read it later couldn't help but praise it and copied it down.

In just a few words, the loneliness of losing loved ones, the isolation and loneliness in the body and mind are complex and natural, and they are completely natural.

Some good people say that if the old Duke of Hanshan had not died due to old age, the title of Duke of Hanshan would have been inherited by his son, the father of Zeng Ruoqing, the princess of Handan County. If Zeng Ruoqing had been allowed to stay there, It's not certain that Yan Yu Kingdom will have a female general within a hundred years.

"Cough cough cough!" Yan Ling choked on a mouthful of water.

Empty city strategy?

And Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon"?

In the inn, several people at another table continued to talk. Someone passing by heard several men talking about a woman in this way, and said something disdainful and offensive.

But they were quickly driven back by these men.

The talking continued, but the voice became quieter.

"Didn't Shengjing's student residence recruit a new group of students?"

"Of course I know what brother is talking about. I heard that His Majesty opened a girls' school in the student residence just to make the princess happy."

"Since the princess was born, she has entered into a marriage contract with the son of Zuo Xiang's family. It can be seen that the princess's mind is definitely not on studying. Moreover, not every woman is like the princess of Hanshan."

"That's right. I remembered it. Mr. Li from Zuo Xiang's family seemed to have caught sight of Sheng Yan a while ago for some reason, which resulted in him being removed from his official position. After that, he went to teach in the Xuezi Mansion. ”

"Then this, isn't it the behavior of a drunkard? He doesn't care about wine."

"Forget it, let's get back to the topic. It's not a strange thing for other people to come to this student's residence. The main reason is that I have a distant relative who is also studying in the student's residence. The last time we met, I heard that that person Princess Hanshan also went."

"As the third princess's companion."

"I'm afraid the Princess of Hanshan is enough to be the teacher of all the students in the Xuezi Mansion. These three princesses, the royal family is definitely trying to humiliate them!"

"Hush! Be careful what you say."

Yan Ling watched a few people chatting about some other things, then said goodbye to each other and left.

His eyes slowly turned away from the backs of several people, and finally settled on the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window of this world.

No need to doubt.

Princess Handan is a time traveler, and even if she is not, she has received different opportunities.

Once was a coincidence.

Those two times? three times?

Could this still be a coincidence?

On the second floor of the inn, there was a man dressed in Tsing Yi. There was a hint of danger in his elegant temperament, but he disappeared in an instant without anyone noticing.

I originally thought that the retirement location would be in an abandoned mission world that had not been developed or had completed its mission. Unexpectedly, rebirthers and time-travelers came one after another.

Would his capitalist leader, who has always been nicknamed Zhou Papi, know about this? It's simply impossible.

So, that’s a disguised attempt to get him to work voluntarily.

Oh, what a pity.

He, Yan Ling, is not the ultimate perfectionist like other people. As long as external changes do not interfere with him, he doesn't want to use his brain at all.

Unless this time traveler directly creates a firearm in the future?!

But are firearms so easy to make?

First of all, the traveler must have a professional counterpart and work counterpart before traveling, and he also needs to find production materials in this world. Only when all of these are achieved can he have a chance.

As for other poems, even if the person copied them by Li Bai and Du Fu, it would be none of his business.

To use the words of a former colleague from Kuai Chuan’s office, he just wanted to be a salted fish.

With a movement of his wrist, the wine in the cup fell into his mouth.

A burst of coolness makes people feel chilled all over, and their heads become much clearer.

The taste has some rustling texture from whole grains that have not been filtered out. Although the aftertaste is astringent, it is also mellow and sweet.

Sure enough, hand-brewed wine in ancient times had a different flavor than modern wine.

Yan Ling drank three small cups and it was over.

If a weak person drinks, it is just to waste his life. If his family smells alcohol when he goes back, they will nag him.

Drink a little to make you happy, and stop when you are done.

So Yan Ling planned to walk back.

This way, he could get rid of the alcohol smell on his body.

After eating and drinking, he returned home in high spirits. Isn't it wonderful!

Yan Ling stood up and paid for the wine.

The wind in the evening was not strong, and it still carried a little warmth from the daytime. Yan Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Ling put his hands behind his back.

…

The golden afterglow fell on the ground, entangled with the black shadows on the ground.

People came and went around him, some went home, some went out together, that was someone else's life.

The wind blew the hair on his shoulders.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

But in Yan Ling's ears, there was only the sound of his footsteps that was getting lighter and lighter.

——Come to the world.

——Live in the world.

——But he really...

…

That night.

After drinking and being exposed to the wind, Yan Ling, who was diagnosed by the doctor as overthinking, fell ill again.

"My son, you must not be willful again."

At the head of the bed, Madam Yan wiped her tears and cried with tears in her eyes.

She cried very sadly.

It seemed that as long as Yan Ling said no, Madam Yan would cry and faint!

"Yes, big brother, even I know that alcohol is harmful to the body. You are no longer a child, you must be moderate!" Little Yan Xuan stood aside and muttered with a calm look.

What could Yan Ling say?

Nothing!

He could only gently nod his head, which was about to split with pain.

In the face of illness, even the strong in the past would not feel any less pain.