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

Immediately afterwards, there was another explosion as heavy as bells and drums!

But this time, it was beyond Bao's expectations.

Looking through the chaotic guests, A Bao retreated to a safe place and looked into the distance, only to see two fires and billowing smoke. In addition to the disguised Fu Tu death soldiers she arranged for the Eternal Night City secret guards to bury explosives and destroy the Geli Dam in the east as a warning.

Why was the west also bombed?

A Bao estimated the power of the explosion just now and thought that the street in the west must have become a ruin.

"Report! It's the Buddha assassins!!"

The commander of the Royal Capital Guards rushed over and said, "We blew up the Geli Dam east of the Royal Capital!!"

Compared to the commotion caused by the loud explosion among the guests.

The news of the destruction of the Geli Dam really stirred up Bai Muliang's emotions.

He was about to leave, but the bride grabbed his hand.

"Bai Muliang! I'm scared! You can't leave!!"

The pregnant bride burst into tears as she spoke.

Bai Muliang paused.

King Wule, with a sinister look on his face, finally spoke up at this moment: "What's going on with Westbound Street?!"

This sinister question was like a sudden threat!

The leaders of the various tribes participating in the wedding ceremony calmed down a little.

Ah Bao quietly hid among the many barbarian women, looking at Bai Muliang and his son, only to hear the guard leader angrily say: "It's the Daqi people! It's the subordinates of King Feng Ran!! They blew up 35 houses on Xixing Street, causing heavy casualties!! "

Hearing this, A Bao was stunned.

This could not have been done by Emperor Feng Ran's uncle.

The biggest possibility is...

Someone framed me.

With his mind racing, A Bao was brought back to his senses by Wan Wan's whispered reminder. It turned out that King Wule had ordered his servants to take the women to another palace to rest and calm down.

Before leaving, A Bao deliberately glanced at Bai Muliang.

Could it be that Bai Muliang deliberately set up a plan to blow up their own civilians in order to accumulate resentment among the barbarians towards Daqi and to gain momentum for war?

The moment A Bao turned around, Bai Muliang suddenly wanted to look at the west corner of the wedding tent, where only the families of the leaders of various tribes who came to attend his wedding today were present.

Who do you want to see? Bai Muliang listened to the question in his heart and looked at the women again.

In silence, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

At the same time, Abao, who had already turned the corner of the corridor, was listening to the women whispering to each other.

The language used was the barbarian gibberish, and Po automatically translated it in his mind.

"Didn't you see? The witch queen did not attend the wedding ceremony. I guess she was dissatisfied with Master Mu Liang marrying the youngest daughter of the leader of the Yili tribe, Yi Yan?"

"Yi Yan has a delicate personality, which the Witch Queen doesn't like. Originally, Young Master Mu Liang wanted to marry Yi Yan's sister, but who would have thought that the young master, who has always been filial to the Witch Queen, would go against her will."

"Yi Yan is already pregnant, maybe they have already fallen in love!"

At this time, Wanwan admired: "Madam, do you understand?"

Po nodded silently.

After all, Da Qi has been fighting with the sixteen tribes of the barbarians for so many years, so it is necessary to know both ourselves and the enemy.

Just like the sixteen tribes of the barbarians, the powerful and wealthy all studied the Great Qiwen.

After drinking a bowl of hot broth, Abao leaned against the window thinking about something, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure.

A Bao became suspicious and pulled Wanwan to follow closely.

The figure that looked very much like Lan Mi twisted and turned, passed through the corridors of the barbarian palace, gradually walked into the depths of the old forest, and pushed open the door of a bamboo building by the water.

Being able to divert water and create rivers and forests in the barbarian capital and build such a grand Jiangnan bamboo house, the person who lives here must be a very important figure in the barbarian tribe.

A Bao approached quietly and pulled Wan Wan to squat outside the courtyard wall of the bamboo building. He could vaguely hear voices, but couldn't make out clearly what they were saying.

Until it was completely dark.

A Bao, whose feet were numb from squatting for a long time, finally took advantage of the cover of night and quietly slipped into the bamboo house.

Two heads were lying in the corner, poking through the window screen.

But when he saw clearly the portrait hanging high in the center of the bamboo building, A Bao was suddenly stunned.

That was Emperor’s uncle Feng Ran in black robe and heavy armor.

The barbarian woman who looked like Lan Mi stared at the portrait of King Feng Ran with an almost obsessive look, and said reluctantly: "We will meet again soon. When the time comes, I will never let you leave again."

Wanwan covered her mouth with both hands and widened her eyes, "She secretly likes——"

Before he finished speaking, Abao grabbed Wanwan and hid in the corner. Inside the building, the figure who looked like Lan Mi walked towards their hiding place.

In the silence, A Bao held his breath and was almost about to decide to take the initiative to counterattack, but the barbarian woman stopped, and then there was the sound of a bookcase drawer being opened.

And inside the building, another voice was heard.

The sinister and deep middle-aged male voice came from King Wule. "According to what you said, the more than 500 lives lost on Westbound Street are already attributed to Daqi."

The woman did not respond.

On the contrary, at the wedding ceremony, looking at the taciturn King Wule, he continued to speak: "Last year, the various tribes sent in memorials that the heavy snow destroyed a lot of grasslands and killed a lot of young animals. If we win this battle, our Ashile tribe will be able to open the granaries of the three states in the northern border."

"Wule, there are more than just the three states in the northern border." The woman said softly: "What we deserve most is Daqi's Jiangnan, Donghai, Chuyue...that is the truly rich place."