On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

When Jiang Yanmu entered the Zhizhou Mansion, the situation outside the door changed dramatically.

The servant who was supposed to be him was listening to people's rumors about the golden-armored Martial God. He felt strange. When he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw a shadow coming from the shadows in the distance.

Tall, big, fat, and very burly.

At first I thought it was my eyesight, so I rubbed my eyes - yes, it was indeed there, and it was getting clearer and clearer.

Other people also saw it, and someone shouted: "It's the God of War!"

"No, no, the God of War is much taller than this one, several feet taller. We all saw it with our own eyes."

"Then this is..."

"It's the messenger of the God of War!"

"That's right, it's the messenger of the God of War."

Huo Changhe narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that the God of War was fake, and this so-called messenger was definitely not real, and... this figure looked very familiar.

Yan Ruyu held his wrist: "Let's go over and have a look."

Huo Changhe lowered his eyes and saw her slender fingers holding his wrist. It was as if he could feel the warmth of her hand through the thin material of clothing.

Huo Changhe's mind wandered slightly, and the heat on his wrist seemed to spread to his ears.

Yan Ruyu didn't notice his little thoughts, and pulled him to mix with the crowd, looking at the messenger of the God of War not far away.

The common people did not dare to get too close. They turned around the intersection and stopped about ten meters away.

The messenger of the God of War wore black iron armor, which looked more majestic than the city guard, and there were gleaming golden colors on his chest and shoulders.

His face is also that golden color, his eye sockets are dark red, and there is a dark red pattern painted on his forehead.

There is a ghost-head knife hanging on the side of the waist. The knife is wide and thin, and it looks sharp.

These are nothing, after all, after seeing the true form of the golden-armored Martial God, the image of the envoy is much easier to accept.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a peculiar bird on the shoulder of the golden-armored God of War.

The hair on the body is shiny black, but there are several brightly colored hairs on the tail, each of which is fluffy, like a tail.

The same goes for the head, but the colorful hair on the head is short and pops out from the back of the head.

Never seen such a bird.

The people didn't know what to do for a moment, but suddenly they heard the bird say: "Golden-armored Martial God, golden-armored Martial God!"

This is an incredible call.

The people's eyes widened and they almost thought they were hearing hallucinations.

"The God of War, the God of War, guards the Nantianmen, strikes the city guards with thunder, and decides the world with his stick!"

"The Messenger of the Martial God, tall, mighty and just, oh yo, who is the most powerful? The Messenger of the Martial God, the defender of the Martial God!"

Huo Changhe: "..."

Yan Ruyu: It’s true that her true colors are revealed in just two sentences.

However, fortunately, the people didn't know this. The fact that the "divine bird" spoke was enough to make them feel strange, not to mention that it was the bird that was the messenger of the God of War!

"Meet the messenger!" the people shouted to pay homage.

When Yin Ding saw Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe in the crowd, he didn't dare to give in. He waved his hand domineeringly, and the armor on his body made a clanging sound.

He didn't speak, but as he moved, a beam of light seemed to light up behind him, and a ray of light spread out on his back, making the gold powder on his armor even more beautiful.

Yin Ding was extremely proud when he heard the people's exclamations of envy.

If he didn't have to keep up his appearance and keep a straight face, he would laugh with his hands on his hips.

"At six o'clock tomorrow, go to the West Market. At six o'clock tomorrow, we will go to the West Market. At six o'clock tomorrow, we will go to the West Market!" The sacred bird called three times in a row.

After the divine bird finished speaking, the messenger of the God of War slowly retreated, and the light on his back disappeared, quickly blending into the darkness.

Silence returned to the streets, and the people couldn't help but hold their breath, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

At this time, Jiang Fangmu came out of the Zhizhou Mansion. Seeing no one in front of the door, he called out to his servant.

The boy in the crowd came to his senses and ran back quickly, and the people also began to whisper.

"The sacred bird said, let's go to the small market. What are we going to do?"

"No matter what you do, you have to go, that's the god who saved our lives!"

"Then I have to go back quickly to make preparations and prepare some offerings to the gods."

"Let's forget about our things. I heard that gods don't eat mortal things."

There was a lot of discussion.

Yan Ruyu said: "I think it's better for everyone to get together and don't go home yet. Those city guards don't have good intentions. If they sneak around again to cause trouble, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for everyone to disperse."

She is now dressed in men's clothing, looking like a handsome little scholar, who makes people fall in love with her at first sight.

"Yes, this young man is right."

"Otherwise, I think we should go to the small market now, or just wait!"

"Correct!"

Huo Zhongmao squeezed in from outside the crowd, and Yan Ruyu greeted him. He whispered a few words in a low voice.

"I spread the news. Now the city guards are leaderless. The scholars in the inn have long wanted to escape from the inn. Now that they are unattended, it is a good time. They have also heard about the God of War and are rushing to the small market. "

"So good."

Huo Zhongmao added: "Just now I saw that the Jiang family's carriage was returning to the manor, but they sent two people to the small market as well."

Yan Ruyu chuckled: "It's normal. With such a background, I am more willing to believe in King Yi. It doesn't matter, I will let him see clearly."

When the people left, Yan Ruyu asked Huo Zhongmao to go back and rest.

Huo Changhe said: "It's getting late and you've been busy for a long time. Let's go back too."

"Mr. Mo and King Yi are both here. This is a good time. We have to go somewhere." Yan Ruyu said with a smile on her face, "Go and have a look at his residence."

Mr. Mo's residence was dark and dark, and Yan Ruyu always felt that she did not fit in with this man's aura, and she felt uncomfortable whenever she was near his residence.

Huo Changhe was in front, protecting her behind him, and the two of them went to Mr. Mo's yard together.

His yard is more private than elsewhere, and his study and bedroom are connected without being separated.

Yan Ruyuxin said, this guy is still a workaholic.

Pushing open the study room, Yan Ruyu was a little disappointed.

This study is too clean, there are no Doubange, no calligraphy and painting decorations, and there are only two sets of tables and chairs.

There was only a pen holder and inkstone on the table, not even a piece of paper.

There is a bookshelf at the back with some books and papers.

The books are also ordinary books, and travel notes and the like are considered leisure books.

After searching, there is no secret room, let alone valuables, even letters that can be used to prove identity, no letters or seals with King Yi.

Yan Ruyu has seen many study rooms along the way, but this is the first time she has seen one like this.

Huo Changhe frowned and said, "I don't think this person really only wants to be simple and clean. He seems to be deliberately hiding it."

"Hide what?"

"His traces, habits, or... identity."

Huo Changhe stroked the brush with his finger: "I can't say exactly what it is at the moment, but I always feel that he did it intentionally."

"Moreover," Huo Changhe said in anger.

"what?"

"I always feel that the relationship between him and King Yi is very subtle. He is not like a subordinate, although he is a subordinate on the surface."