My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

At this time, Wanfu

Wan Sutong stretched lazily and said in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

The system and Rowling's voices sounded at the same time, "Miss, you are awake. It is two quarters past the hour of Mao. Host." Wan Sutong nodded and slowly stood up. Rowling came over with a tray with a washbasin and a cup of tea on it. "It is already the hour of Mao. The master and the mistress are waiting for Miss to have dinner."

Wan Sutong nodded and quickly picked up the towel to wipe her face, then took the tea water and started to rinse her mouth. After washing, Luo Lin began to comb Wan Sutong's hair. At first, Wan Sutong was a little uncomfortable with being served, but later she found that the hairstyle Luo Lin combed for her was a Yuanbao bun, which she was not good at. She paired it with a crescent silver hairpin, teardrop-shaped white jade earrings, and changed into a pear-yellow cross-collared and chest-length skirt, which made her look dignified and sweet.

Luo Lin looked at Wan Sutong in the mirror and chuckled, "I thought about it all night yesterday, and this hairstyle is still suitable for you, young lady." At this moment, Wan Sutong realized that Luo Lin really liked to dress up Wan Sutong as the system said. If she were in modern times, she would definitely be a stylist. Wan Sutong turned around and hugged Luo Lin, "Thank you, Sister Luo."

Luo Lin smiled and hugged Wan Sutong back, "Miss, please go quickly. The lady and the master are waiting for you." Wan Sutong nodded and followed Luo Lin to the dining room, where Su Qinghui and Wan Yanzhong sat together, looking very compatible.

Wan Sutong walked forward slowly and saluted, "Daddy, Mommy"

Su Qinghui chuckled and said, "Come sit next to mother, we will set off after dinner."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. With the five hundred taels of silver granted by the emperor, Wan Sutong's family had no worries about food and drink along the way. They had fish and meat for every meal, so Wan Sutong's complexion became much rosier. However, there was still a month's journey to the capital, and it would be a bit boring to practice only on the way. But thinking about going home ignited her fighting spirit.

At the same time, Zhao Jinghua and the Mingbei Camp were guarding the city tower outside Nanling City. They held bows in their hands, and each of them had twenty red arrows in their quivers, and one arrow in their hands was ready to be fired at any time. This arrow was the flaming arrow transformed by Zhao Jinghua.

The 150,000 troops in the distance were advancing in four directions. Outside each city gate were more than 30,000 Northern Li troops, six siege ladders, three catapults, and one siege vehicle. The total number of enemy troops at the four city gates was 150,000.

The soldiers of Mingbei Camp were stunned for a moment. Even though they were veterans of many battles, they had never seen such a battle. Zhao Jinghua looked at the Beili Army getting closer and closer. He quickly took out the Suihua Sword and thrust it into the ground of the tower. As the bricks shattered, the golden formation slowly rose from outside the city. In a moment, Nanling City was completely covered by the formation. Zhao Jinghua raised his left hand and shouted "Shoot!"

A moment later, tens of thousands of flaming arrows instantly broke through the barrier, like a sky full of sparks. The enemy troops on all sides quickly raised their shields to resist. Although the Beili army was safe and sound, all the siege vehicles were set on fire and turned into ashes in an instant. No one was spared.

Zhao Jinghua gave the order again from the tower, "Captain!" After that, the captains of the four gates in the east, west, south and north took the lead in firing a flaming arrow, which was aimed at the commander of the Beili Army under the city. At the same time, four voices shouted in unison, "Shoot at the city!"

However, because of the barrier set up by Zhao Jinghua outside the city, the shouting in the city could not be heard. The four Beili coaches quickly cut off the blazing arrows.

At this time, the enemy commander at the south gate shouted provocatively, "You can't hurt me with just this!" Just as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of arrows shot at him, and the same happened in other cities. The commanders of the Beili army in the four directions had no time to react and turned into ashes the moment they came into contact with the fire arrows.

When the Beili soldiers saw this scene, they screamed and fled in all directions. How could they resist the arrows that were like sparks?

At this time, Zhao Jinghua pulled the Suihua sword off the stone brick, and the barrier shattered. He knew very well that if he let the Beili army escape, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountain. He turned his wrist and instantly tens of thousands of Suihua swords appeared and surrounded him. He raised his eyes slightly and swept his gaze over the Beili army. He raised his hand and pointed the Suihua sword at the city. In an instant, tens of thousands of Suihua swords fell from the sky and rushed towards the Beili army like raindrops. Those who came into contact with the Suihua swords were instantly turned into ashes. The 50,000 Beili soldiers were blown away by a gust of wind as if they had never been to Nanling City.

The soldiers of Mingbei Camp looked at the empty city in shock. After a moment, they shouted louder and louder, "General, you are mighty!" At this moment, Zhao Jinghua suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. "Young Master!" Zhou Lang's eyes widened and he quickly stepped forward to support the unstable Zhao Jinghua.

Zhao Jinghua wanted to speak, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth. Zhong Su also noticed Zhao Jinghua's condition at this time. He said anxiously, "Don't talk!"

Zhao Jinghua closed his eyes and swallowed the blood in his mouth. After a long while, he raised his left hand and wiped the blood on his thin lips with his thumb. His voice was very hoarse when he spoke, "Don't make a sound, help me down." Zhong Su nodded and picked up the Suihua sword, while Zhou Lang slowly helped Zhao Jinghua down the tower, and the cheers of the soldiers continued.

After getting off the tower, the two men helped Zhao Jinghua to lean against the wall. Zhao Jinghua covered his chest, looked at them and shook his head, "I'm just... running out of spiritual power... nothing's wrong." Then he took out the elixir that Wan Sutong had given him from his spiritual sea, poured the elixir out of the porcelain bottle, tilted his head back slightly and swallowed it. After a while, Zhao Jinghua's complexion returned to normal

Just as he was about to step onto the tower, he was stopped by Zhong Su, "Zhao Jinghua! You are ruining your body! If you don't practice in seclusion! How long can you last relying on the spiritual power provided by this pill!"

Zhao Jinghua chuckled and said, "Do you think I can survive after I go back? You leave from the east gate later." He walked around Zhong Su and went up to the tower. "Return to the barracks!"

Zhong Su frowned and followed quickly, "I can't leave! At worst, I can transfer my spiritual power to you!"

Zhao Jinghua stopped and said, "If you really want to die, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Zhong Su sighed, "How can you be so sure that His Majesty will sentence me to death?"

Zhao Jinghua sneered and walked away from the "idiot"

Zhong Su wanted to chase after him and refute but suddenly stopped. How could he forget that Zhao Jinghua could tell fortunes!

At this time, the soldiers passing by came to persuade Zhong Su, "Deputy General, go back. Although the general said that even a word can change fate, it is safer for you to listen to the general. After all, the general has learned all the skills of the national teacher."

After that, someone else spoke up, "Yes, deputy general! Go back, the general is here to protect us. The lowest of us are golden elixir. Even if we have the cultivation base of a thousand golden elixir, can't we protect a general?"

However, no one could change what Zhong Su had decided. No matter how the soldiers persuaded him, Zhong Su finally returned to the barracks.

Zhong Su came to Zhao Jinghua's tent and saw Zhao Jinghua sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. When he heard someone coming in, Zhao Jinghua opened his eyes and asked, "Are you not leaving yet?"

Zhong Su shook his head and said, "I can't leave. Your spiritual power is unstable. If no one supplies you with spiritual power, you may die of exhaustion at any time."

Zhao Jinghua sighed, "Zhou Lang's realm is not lower than yours. With him protecting me, nothing will happen." Then he looked at Zhong Su and said earnestly, "Leave before Mingbei Camp leaves. I have to rush to the palace on my father's birthday. You can't follow me on the road day and night."

Zhong Su sighed and said, "At most I can hurry with you, and Zhou Lang can lead the troops slowly. What's the big deal?"

Zhao Jinghua frowned slightly. "Don't worry, if nothing happens, I won't take all the credit."

Zhong Su sneered after hearing this, "Do I care about achievements?"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Zhong Su, Zhao Jinghua could only sigh and say "It's up to you."