After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

"Does Daqi really want to start a war?"

"impossible!"

The priest Luozhu was very confident and answered his own question: "Your emperor of Daqi is already old! And an old emperor would rather indulge in the self-comfort of a prosperous and peaceful era than march westward and raise an army."

Across the howling wind and snow in the western border, Luo Zhu, who was confident of victory, was even more proud.

But Abao stared at him indifferently and suddenly sneered.

Since he ascended the throne, the old emperor has rarely mobilized military force against foreign countries.

But the reason is not what Luozhu said.

Although the old emperor was a playboy, he also cared about the people.

Once the war broke out, corvée labor and taxes increased exponentially, which was of no benefit to the people.

When the old emperor passed away in his previous life, he held her hand tightly and repeatedly reminded her: "The way to be an emperor is to protect the lives of all people. You must not act too hastily."

As an emperor in her lifetime, she naturally understood this sentence.

But if the cancer of the Luo clan of the Mo tribe is not eradicated, there will never be peace in the western border of Daqi.

Pulling away from the memories, A Bao sneered even colder: "When I was young, I had a fight with someone outside. When I returned to the palace, my father only asked me if I won."

"I answer, as the emperor's daughter, I will certainly defeat them all."

"Father was very happy to hear the result."

After saying this, A Bao stopped sneering.

Luo Zhu turned defense into offense, seemingly with good intentions to remind him, but in fact it was a threat: "This priest has heard that the old emperor has a sixth prince. Princess, you are so arrogant, aren't you afraid of being reported? The censors of the Imperial Censorate of your Daqi are very powerful."

After hearing this, A Bao was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Pei Guichen and Bai Muliang were both involved with the Mo tribe. They would naturally tell the Mo priestess that she was now trapped in the crisis of an unstable position.

But her cold sneer broke the silence.

Since she is the focus of everyone's attention, everyone is waiting for her to fall from her high position and have a bad end.

She insisted, not as they wished!!

"You expect a baby who is not even one year old to beat me?" A Bao's eyes turned colder, and he asked sternly: "Priest Luo, do you think the imperial decree from the capital will arrive first? Or will I be faster in destroying the Mo tribe?"

Luozhu understood the implication instantly.

Before the old emperor asks for punishment, she will kill them all! !

This Princess Daqi is clearly making a threat!

Suddenly, Luozhu followed the sound of heavy iron hooves, turned around and looked into the distance - it seemed to verify what Princess Daqi said, in the dark night, a blizzard roared mercilessly.

A group of cavalry came galloping towards us.

It turned out to be the vanguard cavalry of the Zhenxi Army!!

The priest Luozhu, who was trying to remain calm, suddenly changed his expression.

But Abao's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Why is Xie Wuai the leader of the vanguard cavalry? !

In an instant, facing the strong wind and snow, Po seemed to have returned to the pain of his previous life.

Her younger brother Xie, who grew up with her, was a handsome young marquis with a high ponytail, and he led the Zhenxi army to the battle with high spirits.

But it turned into a coffin.

Before leading his army to war, he was still clamoring to win the battle and become the most powerful uncle.

Amid the funeral bells, she stroked the blood-stained flag of the Zhenxi Army that covered the coffin, and the tattered flag that was covered with scars from knife and sword cuts, as well as arrow holes.

When she was reborn, one of the things she wanted was to let Xie Wuai live well.

In the secret letter she sent to the Zhenxi military camp, she clearly reminded Lord Xie repeatedly several times to send scouts to Yuanlao Mountain to help Xie Wuai.

If anything happens in the Western Frontier, Xie Wuai will be sent to Chuyue or Jiangnan first.

In short, don’t get close to Western Xinjiang!

But in the snowstorm in the western border, a dashing young marquis dressed in spring armor rode over on horseback.

Suddenly, he jumped off his horse, holding a silver spear.

"Imperial sister! I'm here to help you!" Suddenly, Xie Wuai was shocked, "Brother-in-law is injured?!"

A Bao was suddenly awakened, and looked back anxiously following Xie Wuai's worried gaze!

I saw a person slowly walking out of the dark bronze corridor.

It was not until the snowy night that the dim torches of the soldiers illuminated his powerful silhouette.

In an instant, A Bao didn't care about anything else. He hurriedly stepped through the thick snow, stumbled towards the black-robed emperor uncle, and supported him tightly when he was almost unable to stand.

"Uncle Emperor?!"

"Don't be afraid, Po."

The black-robed king forced himself to suppress the sweet and fishy taste in his throat and soothed with a gentle voice.

Luo Zhu is here, so the person who bumped into the mysterious man playing the flute outside the westernmost bronze corridor of the Black Lake is Master Luo San, Luo Yan.

By accident, Luo Yan disrupted the plan of the mysterious man playing the flute.

Only then did Meng Guanjing stop entangled with Pei Guichen and followed the order to protect Bai Muliang and retreat quickly.

The black-robed king, with a gloomy face, looked around the narrow valley where the two armies gathered.

Outside the Mo tribe guards is the Shenwu Camp.

Behind the Shenwu Camp, there was the vanguard cavalry led by Xie Wuai.

Everyone was watching, and they were all on edge, ready to fight! !

The black-robed king, pondering solemnly, let go of Po's hand.

Suddenly, he half-knelt in front of her with sword raised.

"I am willing to go to the battlefield and fight for Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

The invincible Northern Frontier King Feng Ran showed up to challenge, boosting morale! The roar of killing shook the sky! !

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Luozhu felt a chill run down his spine.

He was afraid of the Zhenxi army approaching Qingtian Pass and King Fengran.

Looking around hurriedly, Luozhu felt even more terrified—

The expected reinforcements from Mount Futu have not arrived yet, and even the eldest son is nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that he has been abandoned by the eldest son?

And the young master of the barbarian tribe, where is he? !