The King of War, he has a delicate body and a soft body

Ten days later——

Just as Jiang Yunluo had expected, the rumors were getting worse and worse.

At first, it was only mentioned occasionally in major teahouses in the city.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people knew about this matter, so much so that when walking around the market, you could hear someone whispering about it every two steps.

And everyone's version is different.

In the evening, Jiang Yunluo and Ling Fengshuo deliberately changed their faces and planned to go shopping.

In the past few days, they have just listened to reports from Mo Ying and Chi Huo about the situation outside, but they have not experienced it themselves.

As soon as the sky darkened, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the market.

Although Luoyan City is located in the northwest, it is one of the few cities near the border of Donglai.

But because Ling Fengshuo is here to guard the place, the people live a stable and prosperous life, and the liveliness is no worse than in the capital.

"There are still not as many people as before, maybe because of the horse bandits."

Ling Feng whispered as he looked at the people coming and going.

Neither of them planned to send a letter to Chen Zheng that the horse bandits had been surrendered, because they knew they would definitely find out.

Sure enough, the government officials had posted notices a few days ago.

It is said that all the horse bandits who have been causing trouble for a long time have been killed, and everyone does not need to be afraid in the future.

And the notice did not explain who killed the horse bandit, only that he was a righteous man.

Jiang Yunluo was a little surprised when she heard it.

Surprisingly, Jiang Weiyu didn't take such credit on himself.

Ling Fengshuo was expecting it. He only glanced at it and knew that this notice was drawn up by Chen Zheng himself.

Of course he wouldn't do such a thing.

Besides--

There have been many more garrison troops coming and going in the city recently than usual.

Each of them had dressed up in disguise, mingling among ordinary people, and chatting with them about the most popular topic in the city recently, "the whereabouts of King Shuo."

But no matter how he disguises himself, he cannot escape the eyes of Mo Ying and others.

While listening, the two of them almost walked through the entire market from beginning to end.

"Are you tired? Find a place to sit down and rest?"

Ling Fengshuo held Jiang Yunluo's hand and happened to pass by a few people who were whispering.

"Ok?"

The people around him were so noisy that Jiang Yunluo subconsciously stood on tiptoes and leaned in his direction with her ears tilted.

This extremely natural closeness made Ling Fengshuo flash a smile in his eyes.

Then he whispered in her ear: "I said, do you want to rest?"

The heat from his words brushed against his ears, causing a shiver.

Jiang Yunluo was distracted for a moment. Just when she was about to say she wasn't tired, she saw a table of people sitting at a roadside wild tea stall in front of her.

The man in the center was foaming at the mouth and talking with gusto.

You can still vaguely hear the words "Shuo Wang" and "Pursuit".

Jiang Yunluo's eyes lit up, she pulled Ling Fengshuo and walked straight over, then found an empty seat next to the table and sat down.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

The boss came forward to greet me warmly.

Jiang Yunluo casually placed a piece of broken silver on the table and said with a smile: "The boss recommends it."

"okay!"

She spent a lot of money, and the boss quickly made a pot of the best tea on the stall and brought two plates of melon seeds. The service was very attentive.

Jiang Yunluo picked up a small handful and put it in her palm, listening to the sounds next door.

The other person's voice was neither too loud nor too soft.

It was too far away to hear clearly just now, but now it's just right.

The other party was obviously talking about rising up, and his face was full of indignation, and he said angrily: "How many times has King Shuo given us a victory stick! Now this is too unkind! He kills on the spur of the moment! No mercy at all! Now that I have been injured again, my heart must have been broken. Maybe... maybe I am hiding somewhere and crying..."

"puff!"

Jiang Yunluo almost filled her clothes with a sip of tea. She wanted to laugh but could only hold it in.

Ling Fengshuo hides and cries alone?

The people of Luoyan City are too imaginative, right?

She looked at Ling Fengshuo amusedly, and saw that he also had a subtle expression on his face. Apparently he didn't expect that in the hearts of his people... was...

It's somewhat emotional.

But someone obviously had a different opinion, and immediately retorted: "Impossible! How could the prince cry alone? It must be inconvenient to come out at the moment. Maybe there is some misunderstanding. It will be fine after a while, just like the war before. , No matter what happens on the battlefield, the prince will definitely return with a great victory!"

"It's not as simple as you think?"

The third person spoke next, obviously having his own ideas. He suddenly lowered his voice and said inscrutably: "Didn't you hear? Someone accidentally met the prince in the forest at night outside, and said that he was covered in blood, and then whoosh He disappeared instantly! After he came back, it was said that he was frightened by the murderous aura surrounding the prince, and he was sick for several days!"

"How can it be!"

Someone else was dissatisfied and retorted: "Your Majesty is my Donglai God of War! How can I scare people to death? Your portraits are used to protect your house and keep it safe!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Jiang Yunluo almost choked on her tea again, and couldn't help complaining to Ling Fengshuo in a funny voice: "Why return the portrait? Those who didn't know thought you were going to become a god... so mysterious!"

She couldn't control her volume in the last few words, which attracted the attention of several people next to her.

Seeing her smiling, the man in charge was immediately dissatisfied and said, "Girl, what are you laughing at? Everyone knows that King Shuo's portrait can be used as a residence here. Are you a foreigner?"

"Excuse me……"

Jiang Yunluo apologized quickly and explained: "Of course I know the good name of King Shuo, but this is the first time I heard that there are people who hang portraits of King Shuo in their homes..."

puff.

She suppressed her smile, but saw that the person opposite had already clapped her chest, and said proudly: "It's okay if you haven't heard of it. Even if the prince's reputation spreads throughout the capital, you don't understand us as well as the people in Luoyan City. Your Majesty!"

"Really?"

The smile on Jiang Yunluo's face grew stronger. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Ling Fengshuo, who had unconsciously sat upright with a helpless expression on his face, and suddenly became curious.

Has he himself heard the evaluations given to him by the people in private?

Suddenly interested, Jiang Yunluo took advantage of the situation and asked, "I wonder if this big brother can tell me something?"

"Of course!"

The other party seemed to have found a soulmate in an instant. He dragged a stool to sit at their table and started talking non-stop.

"It would take three days and three nights to talk about the prince's heroic deeds. The most famous one among them is..."

The other party opened his mouth and announced a year name. Jiang Yunluo didn't ask carefully, knowing that he was probably going to talk about a battle.

Sure enough, after listening to these two sentences, the other party became more and more excited and said: "There were 100,000 enemy troops on the opposite side at that time. The prince used his own power to kill directly in front of the enemy's formation and took the head of the enemy leader! It was like a divine intervention. !”