Stunning beauty

Big business city.

The bright moon shines brightly.

At the west city gate, the battle continued.

Mu Yuan led the troops to fight for a whole day, and Changsun Fengyu also led the forbidden army to block the whole day.

After night fell, the Qingyu army's offensive weakened significantly, and they took a short rest.

On the tower, Changsun Fengyu looked at the Qingyu army below, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

None of the four Martial Kings came back.

In this situation, if the city is broken, the blame will be their father and son's.

Originally, I thought that whoever was taken advantage of would come back and share the burden together.

"Has no one come back yet?"

At this time, King Zhongwu stepped up and asked.

"No."

The eldest grandson Fengyu smiled wryly, "As Li Jiaoxi expected, none of them came back."

"These guys."

King Zhongwu was speechless, and said, "There is news from Baidi City that the Mobei Eighth Division dispatched [-] cavalry, and they are rushing towards the capital. They should be going to stop the [-] Mobei cavalry. .”

"That's less than four Martial Kings."

The eldest grandson Fengyu said helplessly, "King Triumph and the others obviously don't want to come back."

Thinking about it, it's really too overkill for the great merchant Wu Wang to fight a civil war.

As long as the commoner king does not intervene in this rebellion, the eldest prince has no chance of winning.

"If I were a father, I wouldn't come back."

King Zhongwu looked at the north and said softly, "The duty of King Wu of the Great Merchant is to protect the people from the invasion of foreign enemies. It's really boring to beat one's own people."

"My son doesn't understand why Li Jiaoxi is so sure that the commoner king will not come back."

The eldest grandson Fengyu looked at his father and said puzzledly, "If the commoner king leads his troops back to Beijing, this battle will not be so easy to fight."

"The King of Cloth?"

King Zhongwu withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "The great prince is gone, and the commoner king is right to make such a choice. Bai'er is open-minded by nature, and he will not pursue these things after he inherits the great rule in the future."

King Triumph and the others probably did not come back because they saw that King Commoner would not rebel with the First Prince.

The eldest prince without the support of the commoner king is not worth mentioning.

Leading troops is not something that everyone can do, especially for such a difficult battle as attacking a city, the eldest prince cannot fight it.

It's just that Kaixuan and none of them came back, which is really too much.

Li Yuan, the inner courtyard.

In Li Youwei's room, Red Candle was sitting at the table with a fruit plate, staring blankly while eating.

In the room, the charcoal fire was crackling, and the big family had enough charcoal, so they were not afraid of the cold winter.

At the desk, Li Youwei read the last account book, closed it, took a breath, looked at the girl in front of her, and asked, "Why don't you go to rest?"

"Can't sleep."

Red Candle came back to her senses and said boredly, "It's too noisy outside, I'm afraid I just fell asleep and was woken up again."

"Before dawn, there should be no more siege."

Li Youwei glanced outside, and replied, "After all, soldiers also need to rest."

"It doesn't matter, what's the matter with love, by the way, Youwei, Mobei has sent troops."

Hong Zhu picked up a blue grape and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Let Ziye make the right calculation again."

"People's hearts."

Li Youwei said softly, "As long as it is profitable, it is inevitable that the Mobei Eighth Division will send troops, and it is not difficult to calculate."

"I can't count."

Hong Zhu said very confidently.

Li Youwei smiled lightly when she heard the words, and said, "You don't eat this bowl of rice in Li's house. For this kind of thing, just come here."

"I'm a little worried. It's not easy to fight against Ziye."

Red Candle looked worried, and said, "The cavalry of the eight tribes of Mobei are not easy to deal with. The Raksha army is now full of 4 people. It is really not easy to stop the cavalry of Mobei."

"Aren't there still three Martial Kings?"

Li Youwei said calmly, "Although there are [-] iron cavalry in the Eight Divisions of Mobei, there is only one leader, Bai Di, and there are four Martial Kings on their side. As long as they cooperate properly, they are enough to deal with the invasion of Mobei." .”

The younger brother abducted the three Martial Kings in this trip, not only to reduce the defense of the city, but also to keep the invaders from Mobei Babu.

Four against one, such a rich battle, can not be encountered under normal circumstances.

If you don't have enough soldiers, you can only gather generals.

The four Martial Kings lead troops, even if tens of thousands of recruits are given, they can also play the effect of a veteran of hundreds of battles.

On the contrary, if a person without the ability to lead an army leads an army, even if it is the most elite army of the Great Shang, it will not be able to exert much combat power.

Throughout the ages, these examples are too many.

"Little Ziye, let's hurry up and come back."

Red Candle looked at the night outside and said, "I'm worried, the man from the Raksha Palace is about to lose his hold."

"Uncle?"

Li Youwei said something softly, looking towards the direction of the Raksha Palace, with a serious look on her face.

That's what worries her too.

Because of the weather, the First Prince came back about ten days late. I don't know if that one can hold on.

The night is as cool as water, the wind is cold, and it is biting cold.

In the deserted backyard of the Raksha Palace, a white-haired woman leaned on the ground with a sword, her eyes were fixed on the Dashang Palace, and she remained motionless.

There is almost no vitality in the woman, and the feeling is only boundless death.

However, although the woman has already felt any vitality, even standing with the sword in her hand, the woman's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, like stars, so dazzling.

"Little uncle."

The next moment, in the backyard, black air surged, and Huanzhu appeared, calling softly.

"When will he be back?"

Tao Yaoyao spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Hurry up, brother will definitely come back within two days."

Huanzhu replied, "Uncle, please hold on a little longer."

"Two days."

Tao Yaoyao murmured softly, the tiredness on her face became more and more suppressed.

At the same time, Taixue Palace, East Campus.

Inside the cabin, Kong Qiu picked out the wick that was about to be extinguished. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and looked outside the room.

Is this feeling?

Incredible little girl.

She has far surpassed her father.

It's a pity that her brilliance was too short-lived. After a moment of youth, everything will disappear in smoke.

I can't keep it.

Rakshasa Palace.

In front of Huanzhu, at some point, Tao Yaoyao's sword intent began to overflow, the sword in her hand gradually glowed, her body was on the verge of collapse, and it was difficult to suppress the power in her body.

In the back, there was a feeling of returning to the pearl, his expression changed slightly, and the black air flow gushed out from his body, continuously sinking into the former's body, helping him to stabilize his gradually collapsing body, and retaining this last time.

"Four girls."

Tao Yaoyao stared at the direction of the palace, and said softly, "Take care of your brother, from now on, no matter what happens, you must stand by your brother's side."

"Ah."

Huanzhu nodded, and replied with a gloomy expression, "Huanzhu remembered the words of the little uncle."