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

Xie Wuai was puzzled and only heard his own royal sister staring at Tang Dou City.

The Mo people have lived in the mountains and hills of the western border for a long time. Once an earthquake occurs, the rocks will collapse and fall down, and there will be heavy casualties. And then there is a snowstorm.

The homeless and injured Mo people are even more looking forward to Luo's disaster relief.

Ah Bao asked sternly, "How is the third lucky bag I gave you for the Donggong wedding?"

Xie Wuai subconsciously touched the brocade bag on his waist and said solemnly: "I have already given enough gold and silver to those Mo people that my sister asked me to find. Naturally, there are some Mo people who are willing to serve us."

Hearing this, A Bao gave another instruction: "The earthquake was tragic, the Luo family is guilty, and the Mo family will be punished by heaven."

"Give this message to the Mo people and spread it."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the cook who was making a fire and cooking at the far left of the camp, "Tell them to make the food more delicious."

"Royal sister! Is now the time to pay attention to food?" Xie Wuai asked curiously.

A Bao continued to explain: "The Mo people are short of food and clothing. If Luo Shi fails to bring reinforcements, food, medicine and cotton clothes, the accumulated Mo people's resentment will be like a powder keg. If there is even a little spark, the scene will be very interesting."

"At this time, in the icy and snowy weather, it's like having hot, fragrant meals fresh out of the pot."

Xie Wuai suddenly realized and ran down the watchtower eager to try.

Abao stood alone in the snow and wind in the middle of the night, silent for a long time, and looked down at his hands.

Don't even think about keeping her hands clean.

The moon in the sky tonight is hard to see in the western border, but it is bright in the imperial capital.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the morning light shines on the prosperous streets of the imperial capital.

The Spring Examination is approaching, and students from all over the country have gathered in the imperial capital. In the Qinxue Hall, Zhengmao Hall, and Yunshen Tower, they are excited about the drastic changes in the Western Frontier and are discussing heatedly.

"The Mo tribe has invaded our western border for many years. We should have been eliminated long ago!"

"I heard that the missing princess is also in Western Xinjiang. Your Majesty may have already decided on this battle! We at Daqi can finally wipe out the shame of Western Xinjiang for so many years!!"

At the same time, in the residence of the Prime Minister of the dynasty.

The Sixth Prince's faction in the court held a secret meeting.

The atmosphere in the dim study room was solemn.

Lord Song sighed with regret: "This time, the Zhenxi Army is acting under the order of the Eastern Palace, which will surely make Your Majesty furious. Your Highness Princess really made a bad move. It seems that our change of crown prince is about to succeed!"

Lord Ji stroked his gray beard, but he was uneasy: "I see that if the Zhenxi Army moves, it is actually because Princess Diyang feels that she can't stop His Majesty from deposing the crown prince and is preparing to take advantage of the war in the Western Frontier to lead part of the Zhenxi Army to the imperial capital and force the emperor to abdicate."

As soon as these words were spoken, the secret room suddenly became more depressing.

After all, it had only been a year since the chaos of the struggle for the throne among the princes, and now we were to see that magnificent palace turned into a river of blood and a tower of corpses again.

Just thinking about it makes me feel cold.

In the strange silence, all the gentlemen looked at Prime Minister Yuan who was sitting behind the desk.

Prime Minister Yuan calmly closed the letter of request in his hand.

There may be a war between the Daqi and Mo tribes.

The news spread like a heavy snowfall and spread very quickly.

The people under his command have been ready to make a move.

After all, when war breaks out, taxes increase.

By then, they will come up with a variety of names and make huge profits with no investment.

Yuan Shoufu was ruthless and hesitant, and the best result was that the smoke of war suddenly rose in the western border, and Princess Diyang was defeated. His Majesty was furious and abolished the crown prince and appointed the sixth prince.

By then, both money and power will be in his pocket.

After a long pause, he asked, "Is there any news from the palace?"

After hearing Prime Minister Yuan break the silence, Lord He, who had been sitting in the dark, finally spoke up: "As soon as the palace gates opened today, Princess Huimin entered the Yongle Palace in plain clothes and a hairpin. But until now, the windows and doors of the Yongle Palace are still closed, and no news has been heard."

"It was Xiao Dezi who passed on the message half an hour ago."

"When Concubine Wen heard about the change in Western Xinjiang, she vomited blood on the spot. Doctor Zhang rushed into Guanju Palace with two ginseng roots, but still said that she would not survive this winter."

Hearing this, Lord Song became suspicious, "Noble Concubine Wen has been favored for many years, how could she fall so suddenly?"

Prime Minister Yuan was shrewd and ruthless: "Prince Wu is dead, now it's the princess' turn. It's normal for Concubine Wen to be angry. It seems that the current situation is very favorable to us. Tomorrow, order the old censor Sun to lead the officials of the Censorate to die in front of the Taiji Hall; let the students of Zhengmao Hall make a fuss, and the princess will be trapped in a desperate situation and there will be no chance of recovery."

Half an hour later, in the kitchen of Murong Mansion.

The old housekeeper said, "The Zhang family in Donghai sent a New Year gift, which includes a roast suckling pig."

Minister Murong of the Ministry of Revenue looked extremely solemn.

Old Master Zhang has not asked about court affairs for many years.

In previous years, there were exchanges of New Year gifts.

But the roast suckling pig was a secret agreement between them, and Mr. Zhang never touched it.

Taking out the bamboo tube letter from the leg bone of the roasted suckling pig, Shangshu Murong read the letter for a while, then stuffed the letter into the stove, frowning and watching it burn to ashes.

The old housekeeper asked, "Why are you frowning and worried, sir?"

"Mr. Zhang sent a letter to remind us, it seems that the storm is about to come." Minister Murong was worried: "But I never thought that Mr. Zhang would value the East Palace."

The old housekeeper pondered: "Maybe it's because the second young master entered the palace? If one prospers, all prosper, and if one suffers, all suffer."

"Mr. Zhang has never taken personal feelings into consideration when he does things." Minister Murong seemed to be thinking, "Princess Diyang must have some means to get Mr. Zhang's help."

And thousands of miles away in Wancheng, Western Xinjiang, there is a library.

Pei Guichen was changing the dressing, his white robe dripping with blood.

Shadow Guard Vulture was worried: "There is a letter from the capital. Young Master, what should we do next?"

"Jian Yuan is silent." Pei Guichen tied his robe and stood up and walked to the window of the box. The book building facing the street just happened to have a view of the Zhenxi Palace in the distance.

At the same time, in the Zigu camp, in the heavily guarded main tent.

Abao sat down next to the steaming bathtub and added a handful of freshly ground medicine powder into the tub, but the person in the tub grabbed his wrist tightly.