Great commercial capital.
The bright moon shines brightly.
At the west city gate, the battle continues.
Mu Yuan led his troops to fight for two days, and Changsun Fengyu also led the imperial army to block the attack for two days.
After nightfall, the Qingyu Army's offensive weakened significantly and they took a short rest.
On the city tower, Changsun Fengyu looked at the Qingyu Army below, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
It has been two days, and none of the four Martial Kings have returned.
In this situation, if the city is destroyed, the blame will fall on both their father and son.
I originally thought that if the wrongdoer came back, we could share the burden together.
"Has no one come back yet?"
At this time, King Zhongwu stepped forward and asked.
"No."
The eldest grandson Fengyu smiled bitterly and said, "As Li Jiaoxi expected, none of them came back."
"These guys."
King Zhongwu looked speechless and said, "There is news from Baidi City that the Eight Tribes of Mobei have dispatched 20,000 cavalry and are rushing towards the capital. They should be going to stop the 20,000 Mobei cavalry. .”
"Then there is no need for four Martial Kings."
The eldest grandson Fengyu said helplessly, "King Triumph and the others obviously don't want to come back."
Thinking about it, letting King Shang Wu fight a civil war is really overkill.
As long as the commoner king does not intervene in this rebellion, the eldest prince has no chance of winning.
"As a father, I wouldn't come back."
King Zhongwu looked at the north and said softly, "The duty of King Wu of Great Shang is to protect the people from invasion by foreign enemies. It is really boring to fight against your own people."
"My son doesn't understand why Mr. Li is so sure that the Commoner King will not come back."
The eldest son Fengyu looked at his father and said in confusion, "If the commoner king leads his troops back to Beijing, this battle will not be so easy to fight."
"King of commoners?"
King Zhongwu withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "The situation for the eldest prince is over. King Buyi made the right choice. Bai'er is open-minded by nature and will not pursue these matters after inheriting the throne in the future."
King Triumphant and the others must have not come back because they saw that King Commoner would not join the rebellion with the eldest prince.
The eldest prince without the support of the commoner king is not worth mentioning.
Not everyone can do such a thing as leading troops, especially if it is such a difficult battle as attacking a city, the eldest prince cannot fight it.
Even if none of them came back in triumph, it was really too much.
Li Garden, inner courtyard.
In Li Youwei's room, Hongzhu sat at the table with a fruit plate, eating in a daze.
In the room, the charcoal fire crackled and burned. For a large family, there were enough charcoal, so they were not afraid of the cold winter.
At the table, 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 and rest?"
"Can't sleep."
Hongzhu came back to her senses and said boredly, "It's too noisy outside. I'm afraid I'll be woken up again just after I fell asleep."
"There should be no more attacks before dawn."
Li Youwei glanced outside and responded, "After all, the soldiers also need to rest."
"No matter what, I love you. By the way, Youwei, Mobei has sent troops."
Hongzhu picked up a green stem and stuffed it into her mouth and said, "Let Xiao Ziye get it right again."
"The human heart."
Li Youwei said softly, "As long as there is a profit, it is inevitable for the eight tribes of Mobei to send troops. It is not difficult to calculate."
"I can't count."
Hongzhu said very confidently.
Hearing this, Li Youwei smiled softly and said, "You are not here to eat this bowl of rice in the Li family. For this kind of thing, my younger brother can do it."
"I'm a little worried. Xiao Ziye is not easy to fight there."
Hongzhu looked worried and said, "The cavalry of the Eight Tribes of Mobei are difficult to deal with. The Rakshasa Army now has only 40,000 people at full strength. It is really not easy to stop the cavalry of Mobei."
"Aren't there still three Martial Kings here?"
Li Youwei said calmly, "Although the eight tribes in Mobei have 20,000 cavalry, they are only led by Lord Bai Di. I have four Martial Kings here. As long as they cooperate properly, they can handle the invasion of Mobei." .”
The younger brother abducted the three Martial Kings during this trip, not only to reduce the defense in the city, but also to keep them to deal with the invaders from the Eight Tribes of Mobei.
Four against one, such a rich battle would not be encountered under normal circumstances.
If there are not enough soldiers, the generals will have to recruit them.
The four kings of Wu led the troops and gave tens of thousands of new soldiers the effect of veterans of many battles.
On the contrary, if someone without the ability to lead an army leads an army, even if it is the most elite army of Dashang, it will not be able to exert much combat effectiveness.
There are too many examples of these throughout the ages.
"Xiao Ziye, you'd better finish the fight and come back as soon as possible."
Hongzhu looked at the night outside and said, "I'm worried that the one from the Rakshasa Palace can't hold on any longer."
"Uncle Junior?"
Li Youwei said softly, looking in the direction of Rakshasa Palace with a look of concentration on her face.
This is what she was worried about.
The eldest prince came back about ten days late due to the weather. I wonder if he can still hold on.
The night is as cold as water, and the wind is cold and biting.
In the deserted backyard of the Rakshasa Palace, a white-haired woman leaned on the ground with a sword, her eyes fixed on the Dashang Palace, motionless.
There was almost no life left in the woman's body, and all she felt was boundless silence.
However, although the woman could no longer feel any life in her body and even had to rely on the sword in her hand to stand, the woman's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, like stars, so dazzling.
"Little uncle."
The next moment, black energy surged in the backyard, Huanzhu appeared, and called softly.
"When will he come back?"
Tao Yaoyao spoke in a hoarse tone.
"Hurry, brother will definitely be back within two days."
Huanzhu responded, "Little uncle, please hold on a little longer."
"Two days."
Tao Yaoyao murmured softly, the fatigue on his face becoming more and more restrained.
At the same time, Taixue Palace, East Campus.
In the small wooden house, Kong Qiu picked the wick that was about to go out. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something and looked outside the house.
This feeling?
Incredible little girl.
She has grown far beyond her father.
Unfortunately, her glory was too short-lived. After a moment of youthfulness, everything would disappear.
Can't keep it.
Rakshasa Palace.
In front of Huanzhu, at some point, Tao Yaoyao's sword intention began to overflow. The sword in his hand gradually became radiant, and his physical body was on the verge of collapse. It was no longer possible to suppress the power in his body.
Behind him, Huan Zhu Youfei's expression changed slightly, and black air flowed out from his body, continuously entering the former's body, helping him stabilize his gradually collapsing body and retain the last moments.
"Fourth girl."
Tao Yaoyao stared in the direction of the palace and said softly, "Take good care of your brother. From now on, no matter what happens, you must stand by your brother's side."
"Um."
Huanzhu nodded and replied with a gloomy expression, "Huanzhu has remembered what my junior uncle said."
