Speaking of which, Zhao Kuangyin took out the money he had accumulated and walked towards the market. He thought to himself: He has been with me for three years, except when he first got married, I have not bought her new clothes. My parents have been wearing the middle clothes for many years, and the patches they have been worn out. My younger brother is naughty, and when he is growing, the clothes are changed very quickly. I, Zhao Kuangyin, are now a salaryman, so I should buy some pieces of cloth, wrap some silver, and ask someone to take them back.

As soon as Zhao Kuangyin was discharged from the hospital, someone who knew him pointed at him: Did you see it? It was this guy! If he hadn't been careless and let the enemy enter the city, how could so many people die? It was all caused by him! Now he still has the face to rest here to recover from his injuries and has the face to go shopping. It's so shameless!

At first, Zhao Kuangyin didn't care, but there were too many people pointing at him. Whether they knew him or not, or knew him or not, they were all pointing at the painting, saying that Zhao Kuangyin was not. Especially the families of the fallen soldiers in the second camp, seeing Zhao Kuangyin was like seeing an enemy, wishing she could eat his meat and drink his blood!

Zhao Kuangyin was walking on the road, and an old man with a cane in front suddenly fell down. Zhao Kuangyin hurriedly stepped forward and helped her up.

The old lady was about to say something to thank her, but suddenly she found that the one who was holding her was the commander of her grandson - the guy who deceived her grandson to die! The old lady picked up the crutch and smashed it on Zhao Kuangyin, and asked loudly: "What kind of good-hearted person are you pretending to be a good person? You guy who was killed by a thousand swords. When you recruited my grandson into the military camp, you didn't have any good intentions. You care about your well-being and bribing the morale of the army every day. I blamed my old lady for being blind and actually told him to follow you well. Who would have thought that you would drag him to die!"

While scolding Zhao Kuangyin, the old lady was whipping hard with the crutches in her hand. Zhao Kuangyin looked closely and found that it was the grandmother of his own guard Pang Guang. Zhao Kuangyin knew this old lady, and the child under her knees died long ago. Pang Guang was his only relative. Every time the old lady saw Zhao Kuangyin, she was very enthusiastic. She always took out the red dates she couldn't bear to eat, and always reminded Pang Guang to train carefully. A few days ago, during the battle between the city gates, Pang Guang suffered seven injuries and lost his combat power in order to cover Zhao Kuangyin, and finally died tragically! The old lady fainted after hearing the news. After waking up, she was lingering in sickness. It was Dong Zunhui who visited the martyrs' family after taking office, sent someone to treat her in time, and asked someone to serve her carefully and live a life of her life.

Facing the old lady's rebuke, Zhao Kuangyin couldn't speak at all. He seemed to see Pang Guang, who was seriously injured and waiting to die, holding Zhao Xing's thigh tightly, making Zhao Xing unable to move forward. Just under Zhao Kuangyin's nose, Pang Guang was cut by Zhao Xing one after another until his arm was cut off by Zhao Xing!

Looking at the grief-torn old lady, Zhao Kuangyin shed tears, and the people around him began to criticize him again. Several women who lost their husbands and children who lost their fathers pounced on Zhao Kuangyin and tear and bit them.

Zhao Kuangyin did not move and fell to sit there. He didn't know how to resist, nor did he want to resist. These people were the families of his personal guards. If they hadn't followed him, Zhao Kuangyin rushed into the city gate and fell into a siege, they would not have all died there. It was all my sins, all my sins!

Seeing that there were many people surrounding here, the soldiers hurried over to maintain order, and then dragged Zhao Kuangyin out of the crowd. Looking at Zhao Kuangyin with vegetable leaves on his head and spitting all over his body, the patrol soldiers still felt that this person was very pitiful despite his dissatisfaction with Zhao Kuangyin.

The soldiers dispersed the crowd and watched Zhao Kuangyin limp away alone. A young soldier felt a little reluctant and whispered: "He is our future commander after all, and he is seriously injured again. Why don't we help him home..."

The soldiers next to him shook their heads, and a soldier said, "What's the point of such a stern? Take all his soldiers into the Jedi and kill all the soldiers who believe in him the most! You pity him, be careful that he will kill you next time! Let's ignore him!"

The soldiers dispersed. Zhao Kuangyin, who could hear these words clearly, sighed in his heart, and his back suddenly hunched down. He had only dust and tears on his face. His heart became colder and colder and painful. He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood. It was bright red, the same color as the soldiers under his command that day, blood red and blood red!…

Zhao Kuangyin walked and finally saw a small wine shop. When he got drunk, he relieved his worries. Zhao Kuangyin didn't care about the doctor's advice and walked in. In the innermost corner, he ordered two jars of wine, a plate of pickles, and a small pot of stewed cabbage, and he drank the wine. People were in a happy mood when they were happy, and the wine was in a high measure when they were sad. After drinking less than half of the jar, Zhao Kuangyin lay on the table, without any strength at all.

At this time, a few more people walked in from outside, and there was only one drunk man in the corner inside, so everyone sat down with confidence. The leader shouted loudly: "Boss, serve good wine and serve good food!"

The man was full of energy and full of show off. The waiter in the restaurant hurried over and diligently wiped the tables and chairs with a towel, introducing the wine and food in the restaurant. The man was Liu Fengshou. He saw him tilting his face and not looking at the waiter, and said loudly: "What good food can you have in your small shop? Let us serve eight dishes first and four jars of wine! This is the money for wine, don't think I have no money!"

His voice was very loud and full of show-off. Zhao Kuangyin was awakened by him, but his head was very messy and he was still lying on the table without moving.

The waiter said a few flattering words, held the silver slot that Liu Fengshou threw on the ground, and happily ran to the inner room to serve the dishes.

Liu Fengshou sat in the main seat with a big sword and said to his friends with a smile: "I heard that Lord Dong was rectifying the second camp's troops. I ran over early this morning, but I was still wiped out. Boss Wang said that I was not a soldier, but he was planning to hand over the protection fee for one street to collect, and my brother finally got through!"

The little guys congratulated each other and flattered him repeatedly. Liu Fengshou listened with a smile and started drinking happily. Everyone talked about what they saw in the city recently, and before they knew it, they talked about Zhao Kuangyin. The news was the most informative. The fact that women and children beat Zhao Kuangyin just now was vividly revealed by them.

Liu Fengshou smiled and boasted, "Then Zhao Kuangyin is a soft cock. He was in Fuwang Gambling House that day. Although he held me hostage, his legs kept shaking. I felt that my butt was wet. It turned out that Zhao Kuangyin was scared to pee!"
Chapter completed!