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

The closer we get to the northern border from the imperial capital, the faster the vitality of early spring dissipates.

Until in the distance, I saw a wasteland covered with goose-feather snow.

Abao lay by the car window frame and carefully stretched out his hand to touch the cold wind from the northern border.

In her past and present lives, this was her second time setting foot on this vast but bitterly cold wasteland. Compared to the first time when she hurriedly drove through, she didn't know what the road ahead would be like, and her heart was filled with panic and anxiety. This time, with Uncle Feng Ran accompanying her, she was even less afraid.

Thinking of this, A Bao bit the tip of his pen and carefully recorded every detail of his journey to Northern Xinjiang in the booklet he carried with him.

"Abao wants to relocate the people here?" The black-robed uncle beside him asked with a firm tone.

After putting pen to paper, A Bao raised his eyes and looked at the endless wasteland again, saying seriously: "Uncle, look, except for a few big cities, the northern border is all wilderness. It's such a big place, as long as there are people and water, it can be compared to the Jiangnan area on the frontier."

Hearing this, the black-robed king was thoughtful, "If this is the plan, the threat from the barbarians in the northern border must be dealt with first."

At this point, A Bao was worried: "Not only do we have to deal with the barbarians, but we also have to find wheat varieties that are more drought-resistant and cold-resistant..."

"Water! Where does the water come from? That's also a big problem."

Therefore, one of the questions in this year's spring examination was this one.

There has been no shortage of poems and songs praising the merits of the people since ancient times, but there are few scholars who are familiar with the farming work in the fields.

At this time, Yan Haixi rode past on his horse.

Suddenly, he tightened the reins, turned around and slowly followed the carriage, "Little Princess, we are almost at Yaoyue Town."

Upon hearing this, Abao immediately leaned out and looked into the distance.

In the vast Gobi wilderness, a trickling stream originating from the snow-capped mountains gave birth to this small border town in the northern border.

But now, all that is left of Yaoyue Town is the blackened ruins.

The convoy stopped and as soon as Abao jumped off the carriage, he was so cold that he wrapped himself tightly in his thick fox fur.

When Qicheng was massacred by King Wule, Yaoyue Town, which was quite close to the central axis of Qicheng, was also affected. Even today, even though all the houses in the town collapsed and burned down in the fire, you can still see the barbarian cavalry that attacked the city, with rusty knives, poisonous arrows and broken swords in the corners of the streets.

The wind and snow whimpered in Abao's ears, as if he could still hear the continuous fighting of that year.

She was in the small town. Although several days had passed since the tragedy and the bodies of the townspeople who were burned to death had long been collected by Governor Qicheng in the charity cemetery, the smell of blood lingered around her nose and could not be shaken off.

"Although Governor Dou has searched this place several times, let's search it again."

At the order, all the guards from the Eastern Palace who came with the emperor quickly dispersed, except for the team that was guarding the princess.

More than half an hour later, when A Bao turned around at the corner of the alley, his eyes were pierced by a cold light.

When I looked closely, I saw that there was a sharp broken lens in the corner of the wall.

Po curiously moved closer and looked at it carefully.

Suddenly, the black-robed uncle who had been following her closely asked in a deep voice, "What did you find?"

"I seem to have seen the same lenses before." Po wondered.

Hearing this, the black-robed King immediately used a cowhide bag to collect the broken lenses in the corner and said, "Then take them back to the other courtyard and study them carefully."

Abao nodded.

But at the end of this high street, there is a huge rock.

She pulled the black-robed uncle up together and looked around from afar. The Yaoyue Town in front of her was really close to Taohua Valley.

She was even more surprised to find that to the north of Yaoyue Town was Taohua Valley, and to the south was Yuanlao Mountain, which were actually in the same long mountain range.

A Bao turned around and looked at his uncle. "If it was really Bai Muliang who did it, he doesn't seem like a fool. He doesn't know that this action will arouse the wrath of the people of Daqi, which will completely boost the might of Daqi to kill the enemy! I always feel that there is another hidden reason for setting fire to the town and slaughtering the people."

After he finished speaking, A Bao saw that the black-robed emperor was distracted.

She held his hand tightly but could not utter any words of comfort.

The tragedy that befell Yaoyue Town was like a slap in the face to the fearless and powerful Northern Frontier Cavalry.

"No matter who the person is, these two hundred and sixty-one lives must be repaid with blood." The black-robed king looked in the direction of the barbarian capital, his black eyes cold.

A Bao took his uncle and sat side by side on the rock to enjoy the cool breeze for a while.

After a long time, she saw Yan Haixi and Wanwan hurried over in the distance.

When she returned to the imperial capital from Western Xinjiang, she sent Wanwan to sneak into Western Xinjiang to find out the news about Bai Muliang.

At present, Wanwan has heard many strange rumors about the barbarians in recent days.

"I heard that the young master of the Barbarian Tribe fell seriously ill. After he recovered, he suddenly sent a large number of people to search for a little beggar at the border between the Barbarian Tribe and our northern border."

"Little beggar?" A Bao frowned in confusion, and was actually a little curious: "Did you mention any characteristics?"

"He is small and thin, and doesn't seem to be in good health. He is wearing tattered clothes that are very intimidating! Oh, right!" Wanwan said proudly, "I stole a portrait of a little beggar. Madam, please take a look!"

The portrait was spread out in Wanwan's hands, and Abao moved closer to take a closer look.

But it is strange.

But no matter what happened...

"Why don't we find that little beggar? Maybe we can hold Bai Muliang hostage."