Mingzhan's snow-white cheeks flushed red as he gasped, "It's all your fault, you big fool...pighead...it's all your fault...it's all your fault..."
Qin Yuan leaned down and put his forehead against hers, lowering his voice and saying, "My wife, we should go back to the room..."
“No, no!”
Ming Zhanxue shook his head like a rattle.
"That's not up to you!"
Qin Yuan held Ming Zhanxue and went straight to the boudoir.
then.
He gently placed her on the bed, smiled tenderly at her, opened her aquamarine skirt, and lifted the moon-white dress underneath. He was shocked to find that a small spot on the hem was soaked...
"Husband...please don't make me worry anymore..."
Ming Zhanxue suddenly stood up, hugged him tightly, rubbed the man's eyebrows and nose, and tears fell like rain.
"My lady, I will never leave you."
Qin Yuan hugged her tightly and sucked her tears with his lips. Although he was extremely thirsty, his movements were as gentle as water.
"Never separate..."
The snow on the bright bank is smiling and crying, as beautiful as a rainbow after the rain.
…
That night.
A fire broke out in Li Yaoshi's camp, the flames shot up into the sky, and all the food and supplies were burned.
…
The next day.
Everyone's eyes were focused on this bandit-suppression force.
The soldiers were covered in dust, listless, and dejected, their clothes were tattered, and the marching formation was extremely disorganized, with people scattered here and there in a mess. They didn't even bring any food or supplies.
If you just pick someone from the street to lead the troops, and then pick some refugees outside the city to train for a few days, they will march more orderly than this.
Is this worthy of being called an army?
This battle is doomed to fail.
Right now.
No one is optimistic about the prospects of this battle anymore, and no one is still hoping for luck.
The empress is finished, and the Great Zhou is going to be in chaos.
Some were secretly delighted, some regretted, some were angry, some were overjoyed, and some were in agony...
Until they heard the news that the army had no commander.
He laughed so hard that his teeth fell out.
The coach knew he was doomed and fled from the battlefield.
Wait until you walk out of the city gate.
How many of these eight hundred people are left?
As expected.
Not far from the city gate.
The team dispersed in an instant, without even a formation, walking on the official road, more like refugees than refugees...
What's even more ridiculous is.
Pharmacist Li actually led such a motley crowd straight to Luofengpo.
Along the way, the army's numbers dwindled.
By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, there were less than two hundred people left.
"Damn it, that stupid woman is using someone like this to humiliate me? I have three thousand warriors on Luofeng Slope. A single spit from each of them can drown these losers. Why should I be afraid?"
"Come, gather your brothers and follow me down the mountain to do business!"
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