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

Thinking of this, Master Luo San hurriedly copied down the battle map and hid it close to his body.

But then he heard an angry quarrel outside the tent.

I vaguely heard the mention of Lord Xie, the Mo tribe assassin, the Wind Wing Tiger Guard, and the scapegoating...

Then, there was a sudden silence outside the tent.

After a while, Princess Daqi came in with a rage. "How dare you send troops to attack my Zhenxi camp! Injure my Zhenxi soldiers! Capture him for me!!"

Suddenly, Master Luo San was stunned for a moment.

It was not until he was captured by the Shenwu Camp and felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder that he refuted in a startled voice, "Impossible! My brother doesn't want to start a war easily! That's why he sent me here to negotiate!"

Before he could finish his words, a roll of iron cylinder came crashing down in front of him.

Princess Diyang of Daqi was furious. "This is the military report sent by Lord Xie on an express horse! If Lord Luo San doesn't believe it, you can see it with your own eyes!! The captured assassins confessed that they were disguised as soldiers of the Mo tribe, and they were ordered by the priest to disguise themselves as the Wind Wing Tiger Guards."

"One move to frame Jia Luo and drag him into the war." A Bao angrily picked up the crossbow on the woodworking table and aimed it at Master Luo San again. "Then, we will attack from both sides and join forces to invade Da Qi! Our chances of winning will be greatly increased! You Luo family are really good at scheming!"

After reading the military report, Master Luo San looked pale: "Brother, he knows that I came here to see Princess Daqi today. If I am not careful, I will be held hostage..."

Hearing this, A Bao sneered in anger: "Is Master Luo San too sad and has lost his mind? Luo Zhu saw that I deployed troops at Qingtian Pass but did not move. He knew that I wanted to negotiate, but he was unwilling to give up the position of priest and submit to me, Da Qi."

"But the Mo tribe suffered from the disaster and the people were displaced. He knew that if he abandoned the peace talks and chose to go to war, the Mo people's resentment would be enough to drag him down from his high position as a priest." A Bao sneered and approached Master Luo San, "Luo Zhu needs a flame to ignite this barrel of explosives."

"What a good excuse for me to kill you in a rage."

"Afterwards, Luozhu will definitely spread the word, insisting that it was the Jialuo Wind Wing Tiger Guards who raided the military camp, and that I will vent my anger on the Mo tribe and kill you to vent my anger."

Having said this, A Bao clenched the bowstring tightly and sneered, "Luo Zhu abandoned you, his own brother, in exchange for his own decades of wealth and glory - it seems that the brother that Master Luo San respects doesn't really care about the life or death of your own brother."

Seeing that Master Luo San’s face turned pale, A Bao took a deep breath and put down the crossbow.

"The two armies are fighting, and the envoy will not be killed."

"Luo San, go now." She looked at Luo San sadly, who looked depressed and in pain. "But you should have thought about it a long time ago. Are the people of the Mo tribe really living well under the control of the Luo family?"

Being escorted out of the tent by the Shenwu Camp, Luo San looked up in a daze.

The sky was filled with snow and wind from the western border.

The sad cries of the Mo people are still ringing in my ears.

The earthquake in Fuxianjian, coupled with the snowstorm that had not stopped for several nights, was basically a death warrant for the people of Tangdou City of the Mo tribe.

It’s so cold, freezing cold.

Mr. Luo Sanye, Luo Yan, suddenly stopped.

He had expected his brother to change, but his brother was still only thinking about his power as a priest.

He turned around, clutched the thick curtain of the tent, and made up his mind with a stern look.

The tent curtain was lifted up, and the princess, who was wearing a rouge-embroidered gold brocade skirt, turned around at the sound. Facing the wind and snow pouring into the tent, the silver bell on her waist rang.

"The people of the Mo tribe can't wait any longer, Luo Yan asks the princess to help!" Luo Yan made a generous gift to the Mo tribe: "No matter what the price, Luo Yan is willing to pay."

"Master Luo San can actually be the leader of the Mo tribe?" Ah Bao frowned calmly and asked doubtfully, "How can I know that after all my efforts to help you, it won't be in vain?"

Luo Yan said ruthlessly: "The next time Luo Yan comes to ask to see the princess, I will use the name of the priest of the Mo tribe."

Hearing this, A Bao did not comment, but said coldly: "If Mr. Luo San is really sincere in negotiating, I will talk to you next time."

After seeing Luo Yan off, A Bao looked at the black-robed imperial uncle who entered the tent shortly afterwards.

She took the purple tangerine herbal tea he handed her, drank it all in one gulp, and sighed deeply.

Seeing this, the black-robed king glanced at the iron tube military report on the woodworking table, "Luozhu is willing to blame Jialuo and drag him into the water. It seems that Jialuo has decided to watch the fire from the other side of the river."

A Bao clenched the teacup sternly, hesitating sarcastically.

She sent two teams to sneak into the Jingmo Ancient Road.

That is the only way between Jialuo and Futu Mountain to enter and exit the Mo tribe.

The original intention was to intercept the reinforcements from Jialuo and Futu Mountain, creating the illusion that no one was coming to help, and ensuring that the Mo tribe priest Luozhu would choose peace talks out of despair.

But in the past few days, the barbarians have been thousands of miles away, and the continuous snowstorms have made the carriages slippery and difficult to travel. There is a reason why they have not been seen so far.

However, Futu Mountain is only half a day's journey away from Tangdou City, but rescue has not arrived yet.

This is indeed an interesting matter. A Bao sneered silently.

Ninety-nine percent of the time, it was that bastard Pei Guichen, who was discarded as useless.

Luozhu's move is nothing but a desperate move.

"Luo Zhu's move can save me the trouble of arranging people to act out this drama." So that she can remind Luo Yan that it is time to replace him.

It was late at night in the Zhenxi Palace in Wancheng.

A black-clad assassin suddenly appeared and attacked Zhao Chuance with a sword.

Zhao Chuance was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the chest by the assassin.

However, the black-clad assassin's martial arts skills were extremely strong, and he managed to escape successfully despite being surrounded by the guards of the Zhenxi Palace.

The lights were on all night, and the whole Zhenxi Palace was noisy and chaotic. The best doctors in Wancheng were invited into the palace, and basins of blood were brought out from the prince's courtyard.

However, the doctors still shook their heads one after another and left with sad faces.

Not long after, the news spread like wildfire.

Rumor has it that the Prince of Zhao was attacked and seriously injured, and his life is in danger.