In the courtyard, the flowers that Luo Wusheng couldn't name were particularly gorgeous, but they still didn't pay attention to Luo Wusheng.

Jin Lan appeared behind Luo Wusheng, Luo Wusheng looked into the distance, "Is there any news?" The tone was frustration, and it was a hope that he dared not have.

"Nope. ”

"You said you know Ye Qingjue so well, why didn't you go out and look for him?" Luo Wusheng's words were asked to Jinlan many times, but each time she was more like asking herself.

"The subordinates still have a mission. ”

Jin Lan's answer was still the same as always, Luo Wusheng lowered his head and chuckled, the corners of his mouth crooked and pulled up were full of sarcasm.

"Say, what's the matter?" Luo Wusheng naturally knew that if Jinlan had nothing to do, she would only hide in the shadows and would not appear in front of her.

"It's already under the city. ”

"It's only been seven days, and they've packed up the battlefield, recuperated and are ready to fight to the death?"

Jin Lan waited for Luo Wusheng's order.

Luo Wusheng withdrew his eyes looking into the distance, and turned to look at Jin Lan in front of him, "Then fight." ”

In the eyes of the 200,000 troops of the Fifth Mo monk Wushang in the bitter battle with Ye Qingjue, they originally thought that Ye Qingjue would come with 100,000 troops alone, and they must have come to die. What the two of them didn't expect was that the combat power of the 100,000 army of Ye Qing was far superior to their 200,000 army. When the two armies were at a stalemate, the Fifth Mo found someone to disguise himself as Luo Wusheng, and introduced Ye Qingjue into the trap, originally going to shoot Ye Qingjue, but he didn't expect the reinforcements to come too quickly, but Ye Qingjue was still injured in the chaotic arrows, and was also forced into a desperate situation by the Fifth Mo monk Wushang, and finally chose to jump from the Hell Cliff.

While reorganizing the army, the Fifth Mo monk Wushang also sent people to the bottom of the Hell Cliff to find the whereabouts of Ye Qingjue, but he did not find Ye Qingjue among the piled up corpses. Although this was the case, the 100,000 army of the night was leaderless, like a plate of scattered sand, and was easily defeated by the army of the two.

After the Fifth Mo monk Wushang solved the 100,000 army of the night clear, he went straight to Licheng non-stop. After learning that Licheng was now in charge of Luo Wusheng, the two naturally discussed that someone would send a letter of surrender, as long as Luo Wusheng handed over Licheng, they could guarantee that they would not slaughter Licheng.

On the second day, in the main hall of Licheng, Luo Wusheng was still sitting on the chair next to the main seat, and in her hand was the letter of surrender sent to her by the Fifth Mo monk Wushang:

"In order to set things right and clear the remnants of the previous dynasty, the two of us walked the way for the heavens, killed the night and other encounters. The two of us are innocent people with the people of the city, and as long as they are willing to surrender, they will treat each other with courtesy. ”

"Hahaha......" Luo Wusheng suddenly laughed, but her laughter stopped abruptly, only to hear her pop out two words in a nasal voice, "Ridiculous!"

Luo Wusheng tied up the messenger of the surrender and imprisoned him, asked the archers to prepare the rockets, and sent his answer with the wind when the night wind was rising. The scorching heat of summer gave Luo Wusheng's nameless fire a boost, and the fire on the rocket quickly spread like a prairie fire, and the fire burned all the way to the camp of the Fifth Mo Monk Wushang.

The Fifth Mo and Shang Wushang escaped the fire in a panic with their soldiers and horses, but fortunately the casualties were not serious, and the two of them led the army back twenty miles and stationed.

"If Wusheng insists on defending, we will retreat. Shang Wushang was in the commander's tent that had just set up the camp, and said to the fifth Mo in front of him.

Fifth Mo picked up the big bowl of wine in front of him and drank it all, he would not be willing to retreat like this, Luo Wusheng he would get it, and he would definitely get Licheng. Fifth Mo took advantage of the alcohol coming up from her body and slowly spoke, "Wusheng is just angry, if she can't hold it, she will naturally surrender." As he spoke, Fifth Mo poured another bowl of wine for himself, and then drank it all.

Shang Wushang didn't answer, just looked at the fifth ink in front of him. He was thinking: Will Wusheng really surrender because he can't hold it? He didn't know, he could only follow the Fifth Mo to give it a try.

From the second day, the Fifth Mo monk Wushang launched a hard attack on Licheng, and their military horses continued to grow, and every time they transported grain and grass, they were transported by military horses.

This hard-fought battle lasted for a month.

In the main hall of Licheng, the signal corps that broadcast the battle situation back and forth has never been interrupted.

"In the south of the city, there are thieves invading. ”

"A ladder was found on the wall on the west side of the city. ”

"There are flints coming in from the north of the city. ”

"A corner of the walls of the main city was taken down. ”

"The walls of the main city were breached. ”

......

Such news must be accompanied by Luo Wusheng's flustered and pretended calm order, "Kill all the invading thieves." "Evacuate the people in the areas under attack. "Hold on to the walls. ”

In the end, Luo Wusheng was no longer in command in the main hall, but directly transferred the combat base to the room on the upper floor of the city, she sent people to keep an eye on the army of the Fifth Mo Monk Wushang every moment, she was afraid that one of her own negligence would let the city that Ye Qingjie handed over to her to guard be taken away by the two people outside the city.

Luo Wusheng didn't know when she put on a red dress, it was prepared when she married Ye Qing, she wore it twice after getting married, because it was too showy, it pressed the bottom of the box, and the reason why it was turned out was because of its color, it was Luo Wusheng's only red dress except for the wedding dress.

At such a moment, only such a gorgeous red color can make Luo Wusheng always remember that Ye Qingjue was injured in a place she couldn't see and was forced into a desperate situation.

The red clothes on Luo Wusheng's body smelled of sweat glands, she stood on top of the city tower like a rough man, and there was a war-free card hanging on the broken city wall, and the two words on the battle-free card were particularly eye-catching, and her mind suddenly imagined how the two people of the Fifth Mo Monk and Wu Shang would drink and talk happily, laughing at her as a woman's persistence, and raising a glass to celebrate the imminent victory.

"Hehe..."Luo Wusheng couldn't help but laugh out loud, pulling her back to reality, she turned around and walked into the council hall on the city floor, and in the side room of the hall was her living room.

Walking into the living room, the maids who served her had already prepared all the toiletries for her as usual, and the maids were taken away by Jinlan, and escaped from the secret passage that could escape along with the people in the city.

Luo Wusheng soaked Bupa in the water in the basin, then bent down and put the wet handkerchief directly on his face, with a burst of coolness and a burst of difficulty breathing, Bupa returned to the basin and floated on the water.

Luo Wusheng wiped her face with a dry cloth, sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her appearance, she didn't know what to say, her hand unconsciously stroked her sideburns, her eyebrows and cheeks, she said to the mirror: Qingjue, I'm sorry, I'm tired.