The sea is glowing golden.

I don't know when, the clouds have completely dispersed, and the sun has dispelled the thick fog, leaving only the water to sparkle.

The battle was nearing its end, and the sea breeze was thick with blood.

Cheng Guogong held a long knife, panting to look at the corpse lying at his feet.

He kicked twice with all his strength and scolded, "This ghost grandson! I can't kill you!"

With that, he sat down on the ground with all his strength gone.

Exhaustion.

He hadn't been on the battlefield for years.

The body is not as good as before, even if the consciousness is excellent, the body cannot support it.

It is said that he should stand on the city wall and strategize and command the battlefield, but when he saw the Eastern Alien warship coming in the waves, the blood in his chest was difficult to calm.

When he killed Red Eye, he didn't care about that, and when the battle was decided, he realized that it was very difficult to even stand.

Cheng Guogong was so tired that he didn't even know the injury on his back, and he was bleeding nonstop, but he didn't feel anything.

The lieutenant came and saw him slumped on the ground and tried to help him up.

Cheng Guogong moved his fingertips, pointed to the corpse on the ground, and pouted.

Seeing this, the adjutant general panicked when he was just tired, so he went to carry the body on the side first.

It was the prince of Dongyi, very young, and the previous anger had dissipated, leaving only gray and dead air.

He was slashed in the chest by Cheng Guogong and killed on the spot.

As soon as the prince died, the rest of the soldiers did not escape, and they had already made up their minds to die together.

The defense of the town customs was very difficult, but fortunately, it was still prevented.

The battlefield was swept away before the sun set, and everyone noticed Cheng Guogong.

He was still sitting there, not moving.

The adjutant general hurriedly ran over, and he saw the injury on Cheng Guogong's back, and he was horrified.

"Grandpa Guo......"

Cheng Guogong didn't answer, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

The adjutant general breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a reaction, just now, he was afraid......

He called the military doctor, first briefly stopped the bleeding for Cheng Guogong, and then sent it back to the tent.

In addition to the military doctors, You Zhifu invited all the famous doctors of Mingzhou City to the town customs.

The light in the big tent was lit overnight, and several people paid attention to the condition of Cheng Guogong all night.

And the war in the eastern land is also like a bamboo.

The news that the king of Dongyi was killed and the royal city was reduced to a sea of fire had spread, and the defeat was a foregone conclusion, which made the morale of the Dongyi soldiers disperse at once.

Although there are also people who want to fight to the death regardless of this, most of the soldiers still mess up the morale of the army and retreat step by step.

When Su Ningbo led his troops to advance to the foot of the royal city, a message came from behind, saying that the county lord of Ming'an had escaped from the royal city, and he was safe at this time, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He looked up at the burned Wangcheng, wiped his blood-stained face, and smiled.

From the beginning of the Di people's sneak attack on the north, the war in Tiannan and Haibei is about to end.

In the past few years, it has been too difficult to fight.

Not only is the loss of troops, but the impact of the war on the common people is also huge, and the follow-up recuperation, I don't know how many springs and autumns it will take to bring back the vitality.

Three days later, Suningbo left the garrison, and the rest of the soldiers returned to the town customs.

He has received the news that Cheng Guogong is seriously injured, and the army is doing its best to treat him.

The news also reached Duan Baoqi, and he was silent for a while.

Although it is not a good thing to be injured, it is fortunate that I can continue to save it.

After he landed, he went to visit Cheng Guogong.

Duan Baoshan was in the tent, saw Duan Baoqi, and nodded with red eyes.

Their brother and sister hadn't seen each other for a long time, and for a while, a lot of words came to mind, but they didn't know where to start.

After a long time, Duan Baoqi pressed his sister's shoulder and said word by word: "It's all over, it's all over." ”

Duan Baoshan pursed her lips tightly, and then repeated Duan Baoqi's words in a stalk.

The war has passed, her tempering has also passed, and her invitation has been fruitful, whether it is for the Duan family or the people of the court, the persistence of these months is meaningful, my father will get better, the plaque of the Guogong Mansion can be kept, and it will be passed on to my brother.

That's enough.

Cheng Guogong on the couch slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, he tried to identify the appearance of the person next to him, and he saw that his daughter was beside him.

He was relieved, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Military newspapers were sent to the capital one after another, and the news of the victory made the officials excited and the people smiled.

At the court meeting, the saint was rarely smiling for several days.

Back in the imperial study, he even hummed a little song in a very good mood, and he felt uplifted for the first time in a long time.

Over the years, natural and man-made disasters have made the treasury tight and stretched, and no matter what he wants to do, he has been so constrained that he can't open his mind.

Now in several major battles, the defeat of Beidi and Dongyi, the saint suddenly became much more angry.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, when the Gu family attacked Beidi and blinded Ansu Khan, and Su Ningbo forced Dongyi to bow down in a bloody battle, and the joy and vigor at that time surrounded him, allowing him to get out of the lingering nightmare at once.

He didn't believe he would be cursed for a hundred years.

He retreated to the Di people in the north, killed the people in the east, and the Qiang people and Miao people in the southwest avoided the edge of the imperial court, how could he be scolded in such a situation?

The saint read the excerpts with great interest, and even though the content of some of the pieces caused headaches, he was still in a good mood.

In the afternoon, the little waiter came in and said that Tao Zhaoyi personally sent sweet soup.

The saint put down the pen and asked Tao Zhaoyi to come in.

Without going through the hands of Han Gonggong, the saint asked Tao Zhaoyi to serve him sweet soup.

After a bowl of belly, he squinted, leaned on the dragon chair, and was very leisurely: "I will go to your place for dinner." ”

Tao Zhaoyi's face burst with joy.

Since she heard that the saint had difficulty sleeping at night, he rarely had dinner in the harem except for occasionally going to Jingyang Palace for a meal, or going to the Cixin Palace to fulfill his filial piety.

With the war over, she came out on top.

Tao Zhaoyi happily returned to her palace, thinking about everything, she not only wanted the saint to use this dinner, she also wanted the saint to stay overnight.

She dressed up according to the saint's preferences, and even made a snack by herself, which was really happy for her face.

After dinner, Shengshang did not leave immediately, but sat down to play a game of chess with her.

Soon, letters were received from all over the palace.

The saint kept Tao Zhaoyi there.

Concubine Yu Guifei was worried, the saint didn't want to make Sun Rui the crown prince, didn't he want to favor Sun Xuan?

Liu Jieyu is easy, Tao Zhaoyi can win over the saint, then she also has a chance.

It was late at night, and under the layers of curtains, the moonlight could not be cast.

The saint suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bulging, and he gasped for air.

His forehead and body were covered with sweat, his hands were clenched tightly, and his chest was rising and falling.

He dreamed again, and those familiar dreams rolled in as if he had never left.