The two armies confronted each other, and black clouds overwhelmed the city. The enemy army under the pressure of Ukraine is menacing, and there is a tendency that the Youzhou will not be returned if it is not broken.

Lu Mingting stood on top of the high city wall, and everywhere he looked, wolf smoke was everywhere, and wailing was everywhere. The enemy has already attacked once, and will probably not attack again for a short time.

The wind blowing from the northwest carried a faint smell of blood, and the soldiers defending the city wall were all tired, and some of them still held on to the city wall even if they were wounded.

They are soldiers, and it is their responsibility as soldiers to defend their home and country, and to defend Youzhou. Lu Mingting's gaze was taken away from the soldier, he was already wearing a thick mink coat, and the past round of fighting did not make him feel embarrassed in the slightest.

Still dressed in white and snowy, his eyes are far away, as if this is not a battlefield with gunpowder billowing smoke, but the courtyard when he walks leisurely, idle and complacent, and romantic.

No one could see the faint melancholy between his eyebrows, and when he looked at it, his pupils were clear, and he was always as light as a lake and as soft as a light cloud.

Lu Mingting only lives in his own world, where there are many fragrant grasses in spring, white porcelain plum soup on the summer solstice, dogwood grass in the autumn sun, and mulberry hemp in winter plum cooking.

Shen Yu didn't know when he stood beside Lu Mingting, he was dressed in silver armor and a sharp sword at his waist. Shen Yu's facial features became bright under the gloom of the sky, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, good-looking lips closed into a line, and resolute eyes with a radiant look.

Neither of them spoke, their eyes were at the barbarians who were camped hundreds of miles away, this battle, whether it was life or death, whether it was lost or won, there was no certainty.

"Shizi."

I don't know how long it took for Lu Mingting to hear Shen Yu's low voice call him. Shen Yu seemed to be deliberately suppressing his voice, but it was not like it, it was because the roar was too loud during the battle, and his voice was broken.

"Captain Shen." Lu Mingting replied to Shen Yu, his tail note was very long, at that moment Shen Yu thought that he was hallucinating, he felt that Lu Mingting's voice was helpless and bitter.

With all the secrets of Lu Mingting.

"Shizi, go back and rest, tomorrow is a new day." Shen Yu sighed, Wu Huan's attack this time was more fierce than any previous attack, and his eyes gradually sank.

"Yes, tomorrow is a new day." Lu Mingting withdrew his eyes from looking at Wu Huan's army camping, and his tone was indifferent as if he hadn't said anything.

Outside Youzhou City, the barbarians are pressing step by step, and the plague is rampant everywhere in Youzhou City.

Tomorrow is a new day, and who's to say it isn't?

Wu Huan's gaze slowly swept over the dozen or so soldiers below, his eyes were scrutinizing, and his face showed the usual sneer.

"Rubbish, it's all rubbish!" Wu Huan's speech was clear, and every word was inserted into the chests of all the soldiers like sharp swords. However, no one dared to raise their heads and slam back.

Some of them even trembled with fear under the sneering tone of Wu Huan.

"If you can't take Youzhou City within three days, let's apologize for your sins with death." Wu Huan coldly spat out the last order.

"It's the general, the last general and so on!" Everyone said yes, not daring to refute at all.

"Get out of here!" As soon as Wu Huan's words fell, there were only him and Qin Feng in the tent.

Qin Feng looked at Wu Huan, who was on the verge of rage, and stopped talking, but finally walked out with a single footstep.

Wuhuan has never suffered such an ordeal in his life, and he has been planted in the hands of a woman again and again, and the most annoying thing is that this woman is a person.

"Heh, Lu Mingshuang." Wu Huan silently recited Lu Mingshuang's name in his mouth, and the anger in his eyes was replaced by indifference at this time, which was a little colder than the cold ice that was frozen three feet in winter.

Wu Huan remembered Lu Mingshuang completely, whether it was hatred or appreciation for people with equal strength.

When the battle report came, Lu Mingshuang was consulting medical books and ancient books in the Mingde Building, Youzhou City was heavily damaged, and Wu Huan's army was encamped a hundred meters away from Youzhou City.

When Lu Mingshuang heard this, his hand flipping through the book suddenly stopped. She nodded to the messenger, signaling that she already knew, and easily sent the messenger.

This result was originally expected by her.

Most of the soldiers in Youzhou City are newly recruited ordinary people, and they don't have much combat effectiveness at all, not to mention that they are facing the barbarians led by Wu Huan.

The barbarian battle is the most ferocious, and it is a blessing in misfortune that Youzhou City can be defended.

Lu Mingshuang's mind inexplicably had Wu Huan's fierce appearance, if Youzhou City was not protected, all of them would have to fall into Wu Huan's hands.

"No, absolutely not." Lu Mingshuang was angry out of nowhere, his hand flipping through the ancient books was quietly clenched, and his eyes showed tenacity.

Lu Mingshuang closed her eyes, and then opened them slowly, she couldn't be rash, there were still countless people in Youzhou City who were suffering from the plague, waiting for them to find a way. She couldn't just let her emotions ruin her.

She took a deep breath, her eyes had regained clarity, she was still the same Lu Mingshuang who was not afraid of heaven and earth, nothing could defeat her, no one could.

Lu Mingshuang got up again and fell into the layers of books, one by one, reading carefully.

Suddenly, a book full of dust fell under Lu Mingshuang's eyes, she leaned down to pick it up, shook off the dust on the book, and opened it at will.

It's an ordinary travelogue, not very interesting.

Lu Mingshuang was about to put it down, when a sentence in the travelogue caught her attention.

"Over a hundred times, the road encountered a strange disease in Xinjiang, within three days, the infection was very numerous, an elder saw it, it took ten days to practice the antidote, a fellow elder saw a lot of knowledge, called this disease a plague. The reporter has no long things, so he wrote down this prescription for the elderly, so as to watch the future generations, and hope that the future generations will cherish their lives and live up to the efforts of the elderly. ”

Lu Mingshuang's eyes lit up, and what was recorded behind was indeed a prescription for the treatment of the plague, but when Lu Mingshuang finished reading the prescription, he couldn't laugh.

Her face was solemn, she sighed, copied the prescription with a pen and paper, and walked out of the Mingde Building.

Most of the medicinal materials for the treatment of plague can be found in Youzhou City, and there is only one medicine, Kyushu Lotus, which is not available in Youzhou City.

Kyushu lotus only grows in grasslands or warm and humid places, and the city of Youzhou is dry and cold, and it cannot be raised.

So far, there are only two ways, Kyushu Lotus Grassland, Wuhuan must have it, but now that the two armies are at war, how can they get Kyushu Lotus from Wuhuan? Whether it is stealing or robbing, Wuhuan has already suffered losses and will not be fooled again.

Another way was to ask the court for help, but the idea was vetoed by Lu Mingshuang as soon as it came out.

Now that the imperial court is the queen mother's advocate, how can it be possible to rescue the people of Youzhou? She was only afraid that she hoped that the whole city of Youzhou City would die, so that Lu Li's sin could be cured.

What to do? Lu Mingshuang frowned, and his resolute face was at a loss.