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

Jiang Yunluo was furious for his smooth movements.

Ling Fengshuo's expression also changed slightly, and then he clenched his hands suddenly, as if as long as he did this, nothing happened just now.

"Yao'er..."

He looked at Jiang Yunluo helplessly.

It was obvious that he was the injured one, but he seemed a little cautious at the moment.

Jiang Yunluo took a deep breath and said nothing. Instead, she took out the handkerchief from her arms, took his hand, wiped the blood from his palm, and asked softly: "Is there anything else that makes you uncomfortable?"

Ling Fengshuo was about to answer when he heard this.

Then Jiang Yunluo added another sentence: "Don't lie."

Ling Fengshuo paused for a moment, his expression became a little subtle in an instant, the corners of his lips curled up helplessly, and he could only tell the truth: "My chest is still a little tight, and my head is a little dizzy..."

"Then lie down and rest."

Jiang Yunluo leaned back and motioned for him to lie on her lap as before.

"No need, this way..."

Ling Fengshuo felt a little sorry that she was tired, but before he could finish his words, as the carriage bumped, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he quickly reached out to hold the window, and then he was able to stabilize his body.

"Lie down."

Jiang Yunluo frowned, and forcefully dragged the person to lie on her lap, holding down his shoulders with obvious anger on her face.

"Since you are injured, you must listen to the doctor. You can rest however I tell you!"

Ling Fengshuo's movement about to stand up stopped in mid-air, and when he looked at Jiang Yunluo's worried eyes, he was very impressed by the stern and commanding tone.

After struggling for a moment, he had no choice but to lie back obediently.

But his hand held her hand dishonestly, and his fingers were clasped tightly with hers.

"How's your injury?"

He still remembered seeing her arm injured by a hidden weapon before he passed out.

"It's just a minor injury."

Jiang Yunluo glanced at her arms that were already covered by long sleeves.

Then Ling Fengshuo asked again: "Which road are you taking now? How are Jiang Weiyu and Weining? Have you ever identified the appearance of those men in black?"

While he was in coma, he was severely tortured by the blood vine that broke out.

Even if you can still hear some movement in your ears, it is still in chaos, and you have no idea what happened next.

I don’t know about Jiang Weining’s death either.

Jiang Yunluo's face darkened, and she didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"Yao'er?"

Seeing her different expression, Ling Fengshuo's expression became serious and he even wanted to get up.

Jiang Yunluo put her hand on his shoulder and finally said in a deep voice: "Jiang Weining..."

She was silent for a moment.

Thinking of Chen Xi and their two young children who were still waiting for Jiang Weining to return in the capital, they couldn't say the next two words anyway.

Ling Fengshuo already understood.

He was stunned for a moment, seemingly in disbelief.

Then he subconsciously said: "Weining's martial arts is not weak..."

"It was to save Jiang Weiyu, right after you fell into coma."

Jiang Yunluo sighed: "Black Eagle has already confirmed the identity of those men in black. They are Yinmei Guards. Since you asked him to investigate, you should know that he will not admit his mistake. According to Jiang Weiyu, Jiang Weining wanted to save He accidentally opened the face scarf of one of the men in black, and then exposed a flaw, and the other party seized the opportunity... I think, besides you, he should also be able to recognize those Yinmei guards, and at that time In an instant, I knew Jiang Rongyuan’s purpose..."

"Weining has always regarded the Holy Lord as a role model since he was a child."

Ling Fengshuo's voice was a little hoarse.

Therefore.

When he discovered that his father, who had always been upright in his heart, was actually not as great as he thought, and could even send someone to assassinate his own son, he was shocked and lost his mind.

It gave Yin Meiwei the opportunity to deal a fatal blow to himself.

"He was disguised at that time. If he showed his true appearance to others, he wouldn't..."

Jiang Yunluo murmured.

The moment Jiang Weining was hit by the sword yesterday has been replayed countless times in her mind.

But how can there be such a thing as what has happened?

The atmosphere in the car was a bit dull.

Ling Fengshuo lowered his eyes, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking at this time.

But his tightly clenched hands revealed his emotions.

half an hour-

"cough!"

He actually vomited out another mouthful of blood!

"Ling Fengshuo!"

Jiang Yunluo was startled, knowing that he had blood congestion due to hearing the news just now. She quickly took out a handkerchief and a silver needle, quickly pierced the acupuncture points, and wiped the blood off his lips. She suddenly regretted that she had treated Jiang Weining like this. The news of his death was told to him.

Even if you wait until you settle down somewhere...

"Get some sleep. Things have happened. Right now... we can only take one step at a time."

Knowing what he cared about, Jiang Yunluo simply said it all in one breath: "Han Dao brought people to pick us up. We can't continue back to the capital now. Everyone is injured. Let's go to the other side to avoid the limelight for the time being, and then discuss the next step. action, now you can rest assured?"

Ling Fengshuo listened quietly, not expecting that in just one day when she was unconscious, she had already arranged everything.

It didn't surprise him at all.

If she is in a panic and doesn't know what to do, she is not the woman he likes.

but……

"Yao'er, thank you for your hard work..."

Xu Shi has been accustomed to taking the lead alone since he was young. Someone walking side by side with him in front of him only made him feel sour and weak.

How lucky was he to meet her?

"You know I'm working hard, so you should take a good rest and don't make your injury worse, eh?"

Jiang Yunluo raised her eyebrows at him pretending to be relaxed.

Ling Fengshuo still wanted to ask about the follow-up arrangements: "When we get to the other side..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly darkened.

There was also a warm touch on his lips.

The familiar warmth and softness were intertwined with the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated in his mouth, and there was a hint of bitterness.

But he also successfully interrupted what he had not finished speaking.

A dark light flashed in Ling Fengshuo's eyes, and he instinctively wanted to deepen the kiss.

Jiang Yunluo pulled away at this moment, looked at him with extremely serious eyes and asked, "Do you believe me?"

"Ah."

Ling Fengshuo would not hesitate at all.

Then he looked at the person in front of him with a reassuring smile on his lips.

"Then just continue to trust me. Don't ask anything. Only by taking good care of yourself can I rest assured, okay?"

She herself didn't notice how much tenderness was revealed in her expression when she said these words, but it also contained the confidence and undoubtability that only a superior person could have after hard work and hard work, which made Ling Fengshuo unable to move away for a moment. Open your eyes.

After a long time, he nodded gently.

The silver needles on his body also began to work, and the depression in his chest dissipated a lot, and his eyelids began to gradually become heavy.

Not long after, he fell asleep again.

After confirming that he was asleep, Jiang Yunluo carefully removed the silver needle from his body, the tip of the needle bringing out a bit of sharpness in his eyes.

It seems.

It would be impossible not to break up with Jiang Rongyuan this time.