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

The atmosphere became a little tense again.

Ling Fengshuo stood there and opened his mouth, a trace of unwillingness flashed across his eyes.

Mingming had anticipated the outcome before coming, and thought it would be good just to see her.

But when you really see people, you will have more thoughts.

I want to talk to her more.

If nothing happens now, the two of them might go out for a walk.

If he hadn't recovered his memory, maybe they could stay together among the water and clouds at night...

Realizing that his thoughts were somewhat dangerous, Ling Fengshuo quickly stepped back from the brink.

No.

He can't lie to her anymore.

When she came back from her beautiful fantasy, she met Jiang Yunluo's eyes full of resistance.

Ling Fengshuo's throat tightened, and he finally reluctantly squeezed out a few words: "I'm leaving first. If anything happens, just send someone to the palace to find me at any time."

After saying that, he turned around helplessly.

There was still a hint of hope in her heart that she could call him back.

But that's all just hope.

The footsteps faded away.

Jiang Yunluo also relaxed and picked up the things left on the table.

Then a familiar sound of kicking and tapping was heard.

"Son!"

Yan'er jumped in from the door again and recognized the things on the table. She couldn't help but be surprised: "This is what the prince just sent? Aren't these things you didn't want before..."

"Oh, who said otherwise."

Jiang Yunluo sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the little girl in front of him could not hide the gossip on her face. She came over and asked in a low voice: "Is the prince coming to you specially in the name of delivering something..."

Jiang Yunluo's hand movements paused slightly, and a flash of unnaturalness flashed across her expression.

See it.

Even a little girl like Yan'er could see through Ling Fengshuo's thoughts.

How could she not see it?

Jiang Yunluo raised her eyebrows in disbelief and was too lazy to answer.

Yan'er couldn't hold back her growing curiosity these days, and asked again: "You and the prince... did nothing really happen in Beiming?"

Jiang Yunluo was startled when she heard this, and looked up at her with curiosity on her face. For a moment, she just felt angry and funny.

He simply curled his lips and asked, "What do you think will happen?"

"How does Yan'er know..."

The little girl muttered something in a low voice, and then she actually started to think about it.

"Think about it, you were taken to a strange place by that Mu Li, and you will definitely never trust him again! At this time, the prince appears! Even if he has had many disputes with you, in Beiming, the prince He is also the only person you know! The two of them will experience many things together... Oh no, the Master of the Flower Pavilion is also here."

Halfway through her words, she remembered that there were still missing characters, and she became even more confused.

"And the Master of the Flower Pavilion is also very kind to you..."

"Spare yourself!"

Listening to her talk getting more and more outrageous, Jiang Yunluo finally couldn't help but poke Yan'er's forehead with her finger: "Go! Feed the briquettes breakfast! If you keep talking, I won't be nice to you!"

"Oh...Yan'er, go right now!"

The gossiping little girl quickly disappeared.

Not long after, the sound of briquettes chirping came from the yard.

After this little guy came back, he stared at the flower tree in the yard and stayed up there unwilling to come down.

Jiang Yunluo simply made a nest for him in the tree. The original nest was still in her room, so she could sleep wherever he wanted.

The sun is shining outside the window.

In the courtyard, there was the laughter of Yan'er teasing and making briquettes.

Jiang Yunluo sat down at the table and listened quietly, suddenly feeling a bit of the tranquility of time.

but……

If only this trip were that simple.

That night-

In Prince Shuo's palace, Ling Fengshuo was still handling official duties in the study late at night.

After the previous fire, the Lu family brothers and sisters stayed with him in the capital for a long time before returning to the military camp. They exchanged letters with him on weekdays.

After reading the recent letters, Ling Fengshuo carefully put them away before planning to take a rest.

As soon as he got up, he heard a soft sound from outside the hospital.

Then, the black hawk figure appeared outside the door.

"My lord."

He looked a little nervous, and instead of reporting directly as usual, he entered the study, turned around and closed the door.

Then he whispered: "The Holy Father has just left the palace and gone to Chongde Villa to become the king at the night party."

"Now?"

Ling Fengshuo frowned immediately when he heard this.

"Yes."

Black Eagle nodded: "Our people followed all the way to the outside of Qinchun Garden in Chongde Villa. That place was heavily guarded. It would be inconvenient to go further, but we can be sure that Qinchun Garden is indeed the residence of King Cheng. .”

His eyes suddenly darkened, and Ling Fengshuo did not answer.

Just feel weird.

If it is just for a simple visit, there is no need to go quietly late at night.

and……

The last time Yao'er said she wanted to visit King Cheng, she was rejected because "it's not convenient for King Cheng to visit now."

At the moment, it seems that this is inconvenient and must be fake.

But what could possibly make the Holy One so cautious?

Could it be Yao'er's identity...

On the way out of the palace that day, Jiang Yunluo didn't say anything.

Instead, he simply explained to Ling Fengshuo what happened after meeting Jiang Rongyuan.

One of the sentences was, "The emperor's uncle and the emperor's grandmother are very sure that I cannot be the princess of Beiming."

If you are really so sure...

Why go to find King Cheng late at night?

What exactly does the Holy One want to confirm?

Inside Chongde Villa——

Jiang Rongcheng had gone to bed early. He didn't expect Jiang Rongyuan to come unexpectedly and didn't even have time to clean up.

Jiang Rongyuan was very accommodating, indicating that he didn't need to get up and sat down at a table.

"You and I, brothers, don't have to stick to etiquette. I came today just to see you..."

He looked kindly and smiled at Jiang Rongcheng.

Jiang Rongcheng also smiled: "I'm sorry, Brother Emperor, but... why is Brother Emperor here now? He's resting late, so I might miss tomorrow's morning meeting."

His voice was weak.

After Jiang Yunluo left, she fell ill and has not recovered yet.

Then Jiang Rongyuan said: "I came here today because of something..."

As he spoke, he took out the portrait he carried with him and unfolded it.

Jiang Rongcheng originally looked a little confused.

But the moment he saw the portrait, his eyes widened suddenly and he said excitedly: "This... this is... this..."

"It's Yunluo."

Jiang Rongcheng's tone was calm.

Then the conversation changed: "But it's not me, Princess Yunluo of Donglai, but the princess of Beiming, currently the only heir to the throne of the Beiming royal family."

"what?!"

Hearing this, Jiang Rongcheng suddenly raised his voice and opened his eyes wide, as if he had heard something extraordinary.

Then he got out of bed excitedly, snatched the portrait from Jiang Rongyuan, and said in a trembling tone: "Brother Huang...brother Huang means that Yun Luo is still alive and well?!"

"Yes."

Jiang Rongcheng nodded, his deep eyes moving across Jiang Rongcheng's face calmly.

Then he looked at Jiang Rongcheng and said excitedly: "Then where is she now? Is she still in Beiming?"