Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

"How can we help each other? Second brother, just tell me what you want me to do."

Luo Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed Luo Jiaojiao's hair in an intimate manner.

He told Luo Jiaojiao about the regent's rebellion in a concise and concise manner.

Luo Jiaojiao hesitated for a while, "So... Second brother, do you want me to use the supermarket to help you transport food?"

Luo Yan nodded without hesitation, "Don't worry, my second brother will go with you."

How could he let Luo Jiaojiao go to the front line to support him alone?

Luo Jiaojiao grinned and nodded heavily, "Okay, I agree!"

In the next few months, Luo Yan took Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Zhiyu to supply the army everywhere on the front line.

As the saying goes, before the soldiers and horses move, the food and grass go first.

With Luo Jiaojiao, the big bug that transports food and grass, and Jiang Juyu, the walking oracle.

The regent's several attacks were defeated.

The war situation in Jingguo is excellent.

Luo Yan took Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Zhiyu to Yong'an City. Yong'an City now is no different from when he left.

They can no longer live in the courtyard behind the Yamen. Luo Yan bought a large courtyard with three entrances in Yong'an City.

The three of them settled in comfortably.

"Second brother, didn't Sister Zhiyu dream that the regent would attack the palace in the near future? Can we stay in Yong'an City?"

Luo Yan picked up a chopstick of tender fish and placed it in Luo Jiaojiao's bowl.

"Don't worry, your mission now is to have a good time in Yong'an City, you don't need to worry about the rest."

Hearing Luo Yan's words, Luo Jiaojiao said no more.

I'm afraid Luo Yan has already planned his next move, so they don't need to worry about it at all.

Even though Luo Jiaojiao lived decades longer than Luo Yan, she had to admit that she was indeed not as smart as Luo Yan.

But so what?

She is just an inspiring child, don't ask so much of her.

Time passes day by day.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu dreamed, the regent followed the tunnel and returned to the capital with his troops.

The regent had to fight every city he passed on his way back to Beijing, and the number of refugees increased sharply along the way.

By the time the regent returned to Beijing, refugees were already gathering at the city gate.

The regent led his troops and stormed the palace under cover of night.

He kicked open the door of the imperial study room with a sharp sword in his hand, and the sharp sword in his hand was dripping with blood.

The sound of blood dripping from the tip of the sword to the ground was particularly clear in this silent night.

The emperor stood up and looked up at him with a calm expression, "Are you here?"

The regent's armor was stained with blood, and he raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the emperor, "Aren't you afraid?"

"All the soldiers and horses in the capital have been sent out to fight. With the thousands of guards in your palace, they can't protect you!"

The emperor seemed not to hear what the regent said clearly, and looked deeply at the blood-stained brows of the regent.

"You are the only king with a different surname in this dynasty, why have you come to this point?"

"Don't look at me with that kind of pity!" The regent seemed to have a winning chance and was not in a hurry to kill the emperor at this time. "You ask me why? You should ask your father. He is the one who is sorry for me!"

"So you want so many people to pay the price for your unsatisfactory relationship? Why?" The emperor said unhurriedly.

The regent was instantly furious, "It's not up to you to tell the winner or the loser!"

He smiled coldly, "History is always written by the victors. Now it's my turn to write history!"

The regent raised his sword and pointed it directly at the emperor.

The next second, a tall figure rode a red date horse and broke through the door. He bent his bow and fired an arrow, knocking the sword out of the regent's hand!

The regent suddenly turned his head and saw the face of the person on the BMW clearly, with a gloomy expression, "Luo Hao, it's you again!"

He knows Luo Hao.

He had fought so many battles with Jing Guo in the past few months, and was defeated by Luo Hao several times.

The Prince Regent sneered, "I admit that you do have two brushes. Although I don't know why you appear here, you alone want to take down me?"

Luo Hao sneered, "Who said I'm the only one?"

The Prince Regent had a bad premonition lingering in his heart, and then turned and glanced outside the door.

Outside the door, there were so many soldiers with weapons in their hands that it was impossible to see their heads.

His pupils shrank suddenly, "Where are my people?"

"Are you talking about those people?"

Luo Hao pointed to the corner, where there were piles of tightly tied soldiers.

The regent couldn't help but step back, knowing in his heart that the situation was over.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards the emperor.

Luo Hao bent his bow and shot an arrow. The sharp arrow went straight through his leg bone, and he staggered to the ground.

He didn't even touch a corner of the emperor's clothes.

"Father, stop!"

The regent turned his head with scarlet eyes and saw Song Shinian walking out from behind Luo Hao and looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"It's you!", the regent gritted his teeth, "I have long suspected that there is a traitor in the camp. Every time we fight, the other party seems to know our plan. It turns out to be you!"

“It’s hard to guard against a domestic thief!”

Song Shinian walked towards the regent step by step, "Dad, wake up, we can't win."

"You were deceived. Those words were just nonsense."

He walked towards the regent step by step, "The emperor has promised us that he will not hold us accountable for our actions this time. He will just demote us to common people. The emperor has been merciful. Come home with me, dad!"

Song Shinian stretched out his hand toward the regent, "We have hands and feet. Even if we don't have the status of Tianhuang nobles, we can still live a good life."

The regent opened Song Shinian's hand.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at Liang Zhu, with two lines of blood and tears flowing from his eyes, "Xiangxiang, I'm here to accompany you!"

The regent picked up the sword that had fallen aside and stabbed it into his heart, causing blood to spurt out instantly.

"No!" Song Shinian ran over, but his movements seemed to be slowed down, and he was still a step too late.

He helped the regent up with tears in his eyes, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down his face.

"The regent tried to change the dynasty and launched a war, and he deserved it. As the son of the regent, Song Shinian should have been beheaded as a warning to others."

"But since he suddenly wakes up and has made great contributions to our dynasty, he will be exempted from the death penalty and will not be able to escape the life penalty. From today on, Song Shinian will be demoted to a commoner..."

Song Shinian knelt down towards the emperor with red eyes, his voice choked with sobs, "Thank you Lord for your kindness! Your Majesty is a thousand years old!"

After thanking the emperor, Song Shinian carried the dead regent on his back and walked step by step towards the outside of the palace.

The emperor withdrew his gaze from Song Shinian and fell on the tall and majestic Luo Hao in front of him, full of admiration, "Are you Luo Yan's eldest brother?"