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

"You didn't say anything when you came. Why, you didn't see me who was seriously injured and couldn't take care of myself. Are you disappointed?"

A weak female voice suddenly fell on my ears.

Ling Fengshuo's eyes flashed, and then he realized that he was distracted.

Immediately, I smelled the faint scent of medicine everywhere in the camp.

Did she bring medicine?

Ling Fengshuo's mind wandered off again for a moment.

"Haven't seen enough yet?"

Jiang Yunluo urged again. Although her words were as frivolous as before, her expression was not good.

Ling Fengshuo didn't miss the coldness in her eyes, his eyebrows twitched, and he was about to have an attack, but he remembered business.

He raised his hand slightly——

"Where did this picture come from?"

He looked solemn and held the scroll just sent by Yan'er in his hand.

I thought this woman was going to play another trick.

Unexpectedly, what was drawn on this scroll was actually a flying wing with clever but not complicated mechanisms!

If it can be built, there will be hope for the city's predicament!

But how could such a thing be in Jiang Yunluo's hands?

Jiang Yunluo noticed his suspicion and sneered.

"Where else could it come from? Of course it was painted."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ling Fengshuo glanced at the ink that was obviously freshly dried, and asked again: "You'd better not pretend to be stupid. Who drew this picture for you?"

His eyes were scrutinizing, thoughtful.

Such exquisite drawings cannot be drawn by ordinary people.

Could it be the guard next to her named Beichen?

If this is true, it would be a pity for such a talent to stay with Jiang Yunluo!

"help?"

Jiang Yunluo was so angry that she laughed.

Ling Fengshuo had no other skills, but he was very good at making people angry with just one sentence!

She thought he was here to discuss countermeasures with her.

The result is just a dog looking down on others, wanting to find out the author behind the scenes, poaching the person away, and ridiculing him severely!

Giving her drawings to such a person is like playing the piano to an ox!

"Ah……"

Jiang Yunluo sneered directly.

"You can use this flying wing diagram if you want to, or don't use it if you don't need it. Why is there so much nonsense?"

As he said that, he changed the topic again, and the sarcastic look on his face became even more serious: "Or... use my princess's things to disgrace you, the god of war who has just shown his majesty?"

"you!"

Ling Fengshuo gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers on the scroll.

Jiang Yunluo's back was soaked with cold sweat.

The last bit of patience was completely gone.

"No need to ask anymore, if you don't want to do it, I can do it alone!"

"Just you?"

Ling Fengshuo's whole body became colder.

Jiang Yunluo didn't bother to look at him anymore, so she only said the last four words.

"Walk slowly, don't send."

The warm sun was shining brightly outside the tent, but the air inside seemed to be frozen.

half an hour-

A sharp gust of wind picked up the corners of Jiang Yunluo's skirt.

Ling Fengshuo left.

"The princess!"

Yan'er hurriedly ran in, her face full of anxiety: "Did you quarrel with the prince again? I just saw the prince..."

Jiang Yunluo interrupted directly: "Yan'er, go get Beichen back."

"Yes……"

Seeing that her expression was no better than that of Ling Fengshuo, Yan'er hurriedly turned around to find someone.

Beichen rushed back quickly.

Then he heard that Jiang Yunluo asked him to find materials, saying that he wanted to make a flying wing!

He was a little surprised at first. After looking at the drawings, he immediately found all the materials she asked for without saying a word!

Jiang Yunluo checked them one by one and started making them directly.

The news quickly reached Ling Fengshuo's ears.

"Jiang Yunluo is collecting materials?"

"She actually thinks she is capable!"

Ling Fengshuo was still angry about what happened just now, and his thin lips tightened into a straight line.

Right now, the city is the most important thing.

He could see at a glance that the drawing was very useful, but it did not indicate the dimensions of the flying wings. He had already asked the supply camp to start studying it, but unfortunately the construction had not started yet.

Ruojiang Yunluo can really make samples...

Thinking about it, his eyes flashed and he called out: "Mo Ying, keep an eye on Jiang Yunluo and report to me at any time!"

"Subordinates obey orders!"

Mo Ying disappeared in a flash.

The camp became quiet again.

Ling Fengshuo tapped the desk with his fingertips, thoughtfully.

A person who dares to start work directly... must be very familiar with how to make it.

Could it be that the drawing was really made by her?

Jiang Yunluo... I want to see how capable you are!

Two hours later—

"Princess, please take a rest, your wounds have just healed..."

"It's okay."

Jiang Yunluo responded casually and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

This flying wing has been simplified by her, and it is not difficult to make.

It’s just that the initial skeleton was a bit laborious, requiring adjustments to the shape and staring in front of the stove.

Seeing that it was almost done, she stood up with a red-hot iron rod and planned to hit it.

Unexpectedly, a flower suddenly bloomed in front of me!

"The princess!"

Yan'er was shocked.

Beichen also threw away the tools in his hands with a bang and hurriedly caught the person.

"I'm fine..."

Jiang Yunluo shook her head to drive away the dizziness.

A cold palm suddenly touched his forehead.

"Princess, you are having a fever!"

Yan'er's face was filled with distress, and as she spoke, she tried to snatch the tool from her hand: "Let's not do it! Go to bed and rest! The wound will get worse if this continues!"

"Princess Princess, go and have a rest. Leave this place to your subordinates."

Beichen also spoke to persuade.

Jiang Yunluo waved her hand and stood up straight.

"It's not a fever, it's just from the fire. Don't worry."

Her face was paler than before, and her lips were dry and cracked. Anyone who looked at her would know that she was showing off.

Yan'er wanted to persuade her again, but Beichen stopped her and whispered: "If you want the princess to rest early, finish the work quickly."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Yunluo with a complicated mood.

Although they didn't get along for long, he understood that no one could persuade Jiang Yunluo at this time.

From the beginning until now, everything she did surprised him.

Even at this moment... I felt a bit of admiration!

Without thinking any more, Beichen continued the work he was doing.

But the abilities of the three people were limited after all, and they were only half finished until late at night.

Mo Ying had been staring in the dark, and when he saw the flying wings actually taking shape, he was shocked and hurried back to report to Ling Fengshuo.

"Your Majesty, the princess's flying wings are half finished..."

He paused for a moment, thinking of Jiang Yunluo's physical exhaustion just a few times before, and then said: "Your Majesty, the princess is still injured. She almost fainted just now. Do you want to order someone to rest first..."

"faint?"

Ling Fengshuo paused for a moment, then said in a cold voice: "Let her do whatever she wants. If she feels unwell, she will ask someone to find medicine. Just watch her and don't cause any trouble!"

There was no warmth in his tone, and he waved his hand.

Mo Ying had no choice but to leave and go back to continue monitoring.

The fire burned all night.

It wasn't until the sky got brighter that a medium-sized flying wing was finally completed.

"It's finally done..."

There was no trace of blood on Jiang Yunluo's lips, but her eyes were dark and bright, and she was full of energy.

Immediately hear—

"Is this what you made?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yunluo looked over subconsciously, met Ling Fengshuo's sharp gaze, and snorted in her heart.

Ah.

He came just in time!

Ling Fengshuo led people forward.

His face was gloomy, but he couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes.

According to Mo Ying, Beichen and Yan'er listened to her instructions from beginning to end.

Now it seems that the picture was really drawn by her own hands!

But how could Jiang Yunluo, a loser, have such talent?