Chapter 1051: Controlling Expectations

"When we were in Panlongcheng, few people sold flowers on the street; even if there were, the varieties were few and the prices were expensive." Panlongcheng is a serious place, and people rarely do extra things. Even if women love flowers, they mostly pick them outside the city.

In the final analysis, supplies were tight originally, and everyone didn't spend money unjustly.

"In the past year or so, you have guarded the Longchuan trade route, and goods from north and south have been coming and going, and flower shops have opened from Yuheng City to Panlongcheng. Even the number of jewelry stores and clothing shops has more than doubled." Only when people are full and warm do they have the leisure to be interested.

Speaking of this, she asked He Lingchuan by the way: "By the way, do you know that Miss Liutiao ordered a set of Red General's battle armor?"

He Lingchuan was startled: "When?"

"Only a few days ago, it is said that she found the best blacksmith shop in the city to customize it, spent several months of salary and time, changed seven or eight versions, and even imitated several favorite weapons. That blacksmith didn't want to do her business anymore." Sun Fuling covered her mouth and laughed, "She even tried it on for us to see. Indeed, even the details are exactly the same as the Red General himself, and even the mask on her face is exactly the same."

These girls really know how to play.

Thinking of the fake Yinglong spear that appeared on Platinum Island, He Lingchuan probably understood that kind of mentality.

However, things like imitating armor were not seen in Panlongcheng before, and he was too lazy to care now.

"Hey, off-topic." Sun Fuling smiled, "My meaning is, when you are upset, look back and see the achievements you have made; you have done very well."

"Not enough, still far from enough." He Lingchuan took a long breath, and his lungs were full of creamy flower fragrance.

Teacher Sun seems to like gardenias very much.

"People are always coerced by external things." Sun Fuling smiled, "Ordinary people are coerced by fate, and those in high positions like you are also coerced by the situation. I see, even if you are high-ranking and powerful, no one can do whatever they want."

He Lingchuan's heart moved: "Are you talking about me, or Fu Shanlie?"

Fu Shanlie and Yu Zecheng were both constrained by official positions and constrained by "performance," while He Lingchuan was gradually constrained by public opinion and the will of the people.

As long as they stay in their own ecological niche, everyone has an invisible rope tied to them.

Teacher Sun said as a matter of course: "You are all."

"What about you?" He Lingchuan took her hand, "What are you coerced by?"

"Good fellow, asking me back." Sun Fuling raised her beautiful eyebrows, "I'm just an ordinary person, I will only be coerced by fate, how can I deserve your troubles?"

"Teacher Sun is humble, how can you be an ordinary person?" He Lingchuan smiled, "I see, fate will not be able to bind you sooner or later!"

"Then borrow Commandant He's auspicious words."

He Lingchuan said intentionally or unintentionally: "If one day, I mean if, you can get rid of the shackles of fate, what do you want to do?"

"Do you mean, can leave the Panlong Wasteland and here?"

He Lingchuan didn't think so, but he said: "Yes!"

"Hmm—" Sun Fuling thought for a while, full of longing, "Want to go to Beijia!"

This answer was far beyond He Lingchuan's expectation: "Hey? Why?"

"I want to see what this country relies on to claim to be the strongest in the world, and why it suppresses Panlongcheng until it can't breathe." Sun Fuling said sternly, "Like this, separated by ten thousand miles, only hearing exotic merchants describe Lingxu City as the God's Kingdom on Earth, it is like the echo of falling stones in a deep stream, although loud, it is far, and a bit distorted."

"Those merchants are also catching wind and shadows, how many have truly been there to see?" He Lingchuan smiled, "If Teacher Sun goes there in person, the Beijia people will definitely not be able to sleep at night."

Not to mention more than 160 years ago, even the current Beijia is like a prosperous chapter.

But He Lingchuan was holding back evil in his heart, hoping this would be the last chapter.

Sun Fuling spat at him: "Am I that scary?"

"That's called being a heavenly person." Actually, He Lingchuan thought her wish would be "the world is so big, I want to go for a stroll" or something, but he didn't expect her spear to point directly at Beijia.

It really is her, her thoughts are different from ordinary little girls.

Sun Fuling suddenly pointed to the sky: "You're in trouble again."

He Lingchuan looked up at the sky and indeed saw a black shadow sweep across the vast expanse, followed by the sound of flapping wings.

The red falcon is here.

He Lingchuan said unhappily: "What is it again?"

This guy doesn't have eyes, and recently it has been coming over to disturb the situation when he and Teacher Sun are talking.

The red falcon held its head high: "Passing the message from Commander Zhong of Panlongcheng, Emperor Flowing Pulp will descend again within five days, please ask Yuheng City to be prepared."

"Within five days?" During this period, the struggle between the gods seems to be very intense, bringing spiritual energy back to the world.

He Lingchuan suddenly snapped his fingers: "So that's it! Fu Shanlie really wants to force me to take action!"

He felt strange, why would a turtle in its shell suddenly come out to bite? It seems Fu Shanlie already knows the news of Emperor Flowing Pulp and wants to dig a trap for him to jump into in advance.

The red falcon wondered: "You mean, Fu Shanlie wants you to sweep Longchuan? Why would he think so?"

Alas, I used to call this guy you you you, now I can only change to respectful address.

"He wants to turn over." He Lingchuan's thoughts turned, "If he continues to consume with me, he can only leave in a gray way, it is better to fight with all his strength now!"

The red falcon disagreed: "In this situation, what can he fight for?"

"That depends on his ambition." He Lingchuan's eyes were heavy, "His temperament and temper, I happen to be a little familiar with. This kind of person, ha, even if I force him to have no place to stand, he will never leave the stage silently."

There were old ministers in the Chiyan Kingdom who mentioned to Fu Shanyue that one of the reasons his father hated him was that Fu Shanyue was too like the old man when he was young.

The temper is like, the temperament is like, seeing him is like seeing himself when he was young, not seeing the coffin and not shedding tears.

The desperate counterattack of a wounded tiger is the craziest, so what about Fu Shanlie? "This person cannot be kept, otherwise I cannot explain to the people of Yuheng City." He Lingchuan thought for a while, "He has been fighting with me for nearly a year, thinking that my style of doing things doesn't like to be adventurous, and if I want to encircle and suppress him, I will choose a good time, that is—"

The strategy he adopted for the Longchuan water bandits was to advance step by step and erode inch by inch.

Wanting to achieve the greatest results with the least casualties on his side, there must be a price in the middle, and that is time.

In dealing with the Longchuan problem, He Lingchuan adopted a relatively conservative method, even allocating Yuheng City's finances to subsidize "road management," which are the surrendered water bandits. The common people of Yuheng City have many complaints about this.

These, Fu Shanlie can notice, and also has a basic judgment of He Lingchuan.

Sun Fuling nodded and continued for him: "When Emperor Flowing Pulp descends."

Emperor Flowing Pulp stimulates people's hearts and provokes instincts, or causes the Xiji puppet army to be unstable, and He Lingchuan takes this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, which should have a good chance of winning.

Most importantly, Fu Shanlie also got a lot of monster assistance.

If He Lingchuan chose to attack at ordinary times, they would all report and warn; but on the night of Emperor Flowing Pulp, they were too busy to take care of themselves, perhaps He Lingchuan could catch the Xiji puppet army by surprise.

Not to mention that the moon in the past few nights was round and big, shining on the world like daylight.

Little thieves know the truth of "stealing wind but not stealing moon," and the army naturally doesn't like to move under the bright moon for night attacks, it is too easy to be discovered by the enemy in advance.

Geographical advantage, human harmony, He Lingchuan had already occupied two advantages, only lacking "right time."

And the arrival of Emperor Flowing Pulp is the best "right time."

Changing positions to think, if Sun Fuling were He Lingchuan, she would probably choose such a good time to strive to kill Fu Shanlie in one fell swoop! "If, I mean if, Fu Shanlie really wants to arrange for you to clear out Longchuan on the night of Emperor Flowing Pulp—" The two words "arrange" were emphasized by her, "What do you plan to do?"

"I think he prepared a big scene for me that day." He Lingchuan sneered, "It's very simple, I have to teach him a sentence, life is not satisfactory, seven or eight out of ten."

Fu Shanlie played a conspiracy this time, calculating that he would take action sooner or later, but hoping he would move at the designated time.

This is controlling expectations.

On Suoding Island, he played like this with Yu Zecheng.

The result was that Yu Zecheng didn't play better than the insidious Island Master He, because plans never change as fast as changes, and the more rigid, the easier it is to make mistakes.

Fu Shanlie wants him to take action on the night of Emperor Flowing Pulp? He Lingchuan only needs to break this expectation, and he will lead by half a step.

After saying that, he kissed Teacher Sun on the forehead.

Sun Fuling was not surprised: "Going out again?"

"Well, I have to go back to the City Guard Office to hold an urgent meeting now." He Lingchuan paused, "See you in a few days?"

Sun Fuling raised her head slightly, seeing light in his eyes and a determined face.

It's only been a few years, and that green-onion youth who first entered Panlongcheng has grown to this point. She smiled: "Okay, I wish you a triumphant return."

She knew very well what he was going to do.

He Lingchuan walked out of the quiet courtyard, his face sank, he closed the door behind him, and strode away.

For the next two days, the lives of the residents of Yuheng City remained the same, and few people could feel the surging undercurrents behind their backs.

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The day is coming to an end, and the sunset is shining.

He Lingchuan was dressing, when he suddenly heard the sound of flapping wings outside the window.

It turned out to be a gray heron landing on a large tree at the City Guard Office.

"Re-report!"

He tightened his belt: "Speak."

"Mr. Zhang sent a message, the patrol of the Xiji military camp is as usual tonight, there is no abnormality, and it also saw Fu Shanlie by the water this afternoon."

"Anything else?" Mr. Zhang is the big octopus in Lotus Lake in Panlongcheng. His usual job is to test the physical talent of new recruits, but He Lingchuan temporarily invited it to investigate the Longchuan water fortress.

This big guy can expand and contract at will, its tentacles are two feet long when expanded, and it can squeeze into a small water tank after shrinking, and it can change color, which is a good hand for ambush and concealment.

"Also..." This gray heron is a novice and not very familiar with the business.

He Lingchuan prompted it: "Number of water bandits?"

"Oh oh, Mr. Zhang said the number has decreased, but not significantly, but it counted that more than twenty boats were rowed away in the past few days, and they didn't come back after going out."

"Past few days?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Why didn't you report it earlier?"

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