Quickly wear "I am the empress"

The place Zhiyu chose to ambush was a valley. She calculated the time. If Liu Lin wanted to attack Zhending the next day, he would definitely organize himself in the valley at night.

Everything was as expected. After Liu Lin and his army had eaten and drank enough and put down their guard and prepared to sleep, the sound of drums that struck people's hearts came from the valley.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

The war drums sounded, and the female soldiers who were ambushing in all directions rushed down the valley with a chilling air. At this time, Liu Lin's army in the valley was frightened by the sudden sound and froze in place.

By the time they reacted, the valley was already in chaos, with 50,000 troops fleeing in all directions.

Not long after the battle, 20,000 female soldiers captured all Liu Lin's men, and the battle down the valley came to a halt.

When Liu Lin was brought to Zhiyu by the female soldier captain Han Mingyue, everyone else was still confused. Wasn't all Zhending's army sent to fight against Wang Lang? Why are there so many people here? Could it be that his information is inaccurate?

"Lord, this is the leader of the army."

Han Mingyue held Liu Lin in front of Zhiyu and held her hands in front of Zhiyu.

Wen Yanzhiyu nodded, raised her eyebrows and looked at Liu Lin who was tied up by Wu Hua Dao: "It is said that Liu Lin, the son of King Zhao Mi, is good at pinching and calculating, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

"When you brought your troops to the real time, didn't you use your special skills to make a fortune for yourself?"

Liu Lin, who was being escorted, slowly raised his head after hearing Zhiyu's words, but when he saw Zhiyu's face, his expression suddenly changed, and he asked excitedly:

"Who are you?"

Zhiyu looked at Liu Lin amusedly, "Now that I am the king and the loser, does it matter to you who I am?"

Liu Lin nodded excitedly and said urgently: "It's important."

Wen Zhiyu looked Liu Lin up and down, and a smile flashed in his eyes, "You can do calculations. Since you want to know who I am, why don't you do the calculations yourself?"

Hearing this, Liu Lin was speechless. He knew some divination skills, but the fortune teller didn't count himself, so how could he tell it for himself...

But the woman in front of him really surprised him. She was a woman, but she had the appearance of an emperor...

He once calculated a hexagram and found that there was an emperor's spirit north of the Yellow River. Could it be that the woman in front of him was the person in his hexagram? But this place is Zhending, not the place in his hexagram.

"Lord, after all the counting is completed, 45,000 of the 50,000 horses brought by Liu Lin have surrendered, and the remaining 5,000 have all died in battle."

A heroic female soldier came forward to report after cleaning up the battlefield.

Wen Yanyu waved to someone to take Liu Lin down, while she mounted her war horse and led 20,000 female soldiers and more than 40,000 surrendered troops back to Zhending.

Yesterday when we went out, there were 20,000 female soldiers bustling with us. When we came back today, there were more than 60,000 female soldiers. Zhiyu felt really happy. With these 60,000 people, the danger of true stability could be resolved.

On the Zhending city wall, Liu De and Guo Jing stood side by side. At this time, the sky was breaking and the morning sun was rising. Under the warm light, the distant scenery looked particularly charming.

The sound of war drums from last night was faintly transmitted into the city. Guo Jing and Liu De were concerned about the fighting situation outside. They stayed up all night and kept guard on the city wall.

"Ahem, Brother Guo, tell me, who won?"

Liu De looked at the lush mountains in the distance, suppressed his physical discomfort, and asked Guo Jing without sadness or joy.

Hearing this, Guo did not rush to answer. Instead, he waved someone to bring Liu De a cloak. Seeing that Liu De's expression softened a lot, he said, "Who do you want the prince to win?"

Hearing this, Liu De lowered his head and smiled bitterly. If Zhiyu wins, Zhending will change hands silently. If Zhiyu loses, Zhending will probably change his name to Zhao Di in the future.

No matter who wins, he, the prince of Zhending, will not be able to continue. However, compared to Liu Lin, he naturally hopes that Zhiyu can win. After all, Zhiyu is his cousin. If Zhiyu wins, Zhending will be Yi. Lord, the people will not be implicated in this.

He thought so in his heart, but he was not sure. After all, according to what he saw with his own eyes yesterday, his cousin's men did not exceed 20,000, and they were all women. How could a group of women withstand Liu Lin's 50,000 army.

"I... am just like Brother Guo."

Hearing this, Guo actually smiled calmly, "If A Zhi knew that the prince thought so, he would definitely be much braver when killing the enemy."

Liu De smiled bitterly when he heard this, his pale face was bloodless. After he woke up from coma yesterday, he went to the tower to guard the city in person regardless of Princess Zhending's obstruction. The reason why he is still standing here now is just to hold on and wait for someone. Just the result.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he took over the government affairs of Prince Zhending, and now his body can no longer hold on.

Liu De was also unlucky. He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who had never experienced any big storms. Who knew that his father was suddenly ill in bed and he was forced to take over Zhending.

The most unlucky thing is that his father didn't tell him that he had a gold mine in his hands. He just fell into a coma and left an army of 100,000 to him to raise. Then his father's men betrayed him, and the foreign enemy sent a large army to encircle him. His cousin was also there. Recruiting troops behind his back, it felt like everything bad had happened to this sixteen-year-old boy.

"If the prince cannot hold on any longer, please return to the palace first. If there is good news, Guo will send someone to inform the prince."

Liu De shook his head, "No, I've been standing here all night, why can't I wait a little longer."

After hearing this, Guo stopped trying to persuade him and just stood on the city wall with Liu De, waiting for the result.

"Brother Guo, now that things have come to this, can you tell me when my cousin... began to plan this secretly?"

Hearing this, Guo actually didn't hide anything. After all, if Zhiyu wins today, she will be Zhending's master in the future. It doesn't matter if Liu De knows. If Zhiyu loses today, there is nothing bad to say.

"Ah Zhi started to fall in love after the prince's accident."

Hearing this, Liu De smiled bitterly, his face full of sadness, "So cousin, does she also think that I am embarrassed for my big job?"

Seeing Liu De like this, Guo Jing sighed and said, "Your Majesty, don't think too much. It's all just timing. What A Zhi does has nothing to do with you."

Liu De laughed crazily when he heard this. After a while, he calmed down and murmured in a low voice: "Why does it have nothing to do with me?"

"Since I took over the government affairs, my cousin secretly recruited troops. Wang Lang sent troops to attack Zhending, and Liu Lin also intervened..."

"If my father were here, the result would definitely not be like this. Everything is just my incompetence."

Looking at Liu De who was in self-denial, Guo Jing sighed in his heart. In fact, Liu De did quite well after taking office, but it was a pity that he was too young.

How could Wang Lang and Liu Lin be afraid of Wang Lang and Liu Lin, who were just fifteen or sixteen years old and had been struggling for decades?

It's also strange that King Zhending fell ill at the wrong time. If he was just bedridden instead of unconscious, Zhending would naturally not be what he is today.