I am fickle

Duan Qingshang changed into armor as he wished due to the appearance of the Holy Lord of the Western Heaven, and Empress Qingshui held her hand with tears in her eyes: "Qingshang, you must come back alive."

Duan Qingshang smiled slightly, looked at the palace master respectfully, bowed his hands and said: "This time I failed my father's kindness, Qingshang will definitely take the blame and make meritorious service."

The Palace Master frowned all the time, without saying a word.

Duan Qingshang walked towards the army that belonged to her with her long sword in her hand, only for a moment she pulled out her long sword and shouted: "Zengsheng, are you all afraid, why are you acting like this?"

No one answered.

Duan Qingshang sneered: "You can either kill the enemy or be killed by me. We have nothing but victory."

Someone muttered in a low voice: "Then if you lose, Jiang Shengxian's demon army is unstoppable."

"The victory or defeat is in your hands. How can you be undefeated if you have the heart to retreat before the battle? Have you ever thought about if your family is killed by the demon army? If your home is occupied by the demon army, can you wait?" willing?"

Duan Qingshang drew out a sharp long sword, pointed at the soldiers who bowed their heads silently and said: "I don't want to. Although I am a girl, I have the ambition of a man."

"I don't want us to be under the rule of the demon army. I don't want long-term wars. I, Duan Qingshang, am willing to use my whole body of iron to block those swords. I am willing to die a worthy death. Are you willing?"

A woman can still have such a heart, let alone a group of hot-blooded men, "I will follow His Highness to the death!"

It's not in vain that she has read military books since she was a child, and she really turned the situation around when she came on stage. Duan Qingshang didn't sleep well for several days and nights, holding the military books and drinking cold wine.

Suddenly smelling a pleasant fragrance of flowers, Duan Qingshang raised his head and saw Hegui, the sage of the West Heaven, smiling, holding a light green incense burner in his hand.

"Qingshang, I still have to deal with everything, so don't get sick."

"Shengjun kindness, I appreciate it." Duan Qingshang said indifferently.

He Gui stretched out his wide sleeves, and sat beside her: "Qing Chang, looking around in this world, I will never find a woman like you who wins my heart."

"Thanks to the great love of the sage, Qingshang is terrified."

She kept a distance from him all the time, He Gui moved closer to her side, and glanced at the book of war in her hand: "Qingshang, the book of war is so boring, you might as well talk to me."

Duan Qingshang moved his body away, and said calmly: "I know that Shengjun secretly helped me a few times, Qingshang is very grateful, but Qingshang doesn't need it."

"No matter how good something is in the hands of others, it loses its original brilliance."

He Gui understood what she meant, "I still trust you, but I'm also worried, what if something happens to you?"

"To die on the battlefield is where my heart belongs."

"Since I like it, what does it matter if I live or die?" He Gui looked at her somewhat thin side face in a daze, and couldn't help reaching out his hand to brush the thin hair around her ear.

Duan Qingshang didn't answer, and still held the book of war solemnly, so He Gui could only wave his hands: "If you don't like it, I won't interfere in the future, but you must remember to take good care of your body."

He Gui stood up, pointed to the smoker on the table, and said, "Qingshang, I'll wait for you to come back in Xitian, and wait for you to marry me."

Duan Qingshang's hands trembled, He Gui continued to smile and said: "This incense can make you sleep well, the war is important, but your body is also important."

"Thank you."

She didn't dare to have too much entanglement with him, so it would be better to alienate each other with such a cold attitude, but how could she forget the joy that had been in her heart so easily?