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Li Buyan grabbed Xue Yunzhao's robe and looked at the other people who were huddled in the corner of the tent without saying a word.

"What do you mean by that? You clearly only said you wanted to make money, and we won't get involved in anything else, huh? Speak!"

Xue Yunzhao threw him to the ground with a flick of his hand, a hint of anger on his face.

"How could the Qingwu family produce someone as brainless as you? Do you think you are still useful now? If you were not the father of the spy under Zhan Nanchu, do you think I would look for a fool like you?"

Xue Yunzhao walked a few steps closer to Li Buyan, who was sitting on the ground, and slapped his face hard.

"If you do something weird again, I'll throw you into the snake cave below. By then, you won't be able to keep this skin you carefully nurtured to deceive women."

Li Buyan touched his face and looked at the other people in the tent. There were people from other noble families, local officials, and hooligans who wanted to take shortcuts in troubled times.

All of these people were looking at him with their lips curled. He felt cold sweat on his back.

It turned out that all this was a trap from the very beginning...

Zhan Nanchu passed through the tunnel exit, and hundreds of people behind him quickly and stealthily moved towards their intended target.

Night is the best protective color. When a group of people arrived at Xue Yunzhao's camp, it was almost midnight.

But the light in the tent was still on. It seemed that old Xue Yunzhao was alert.

Zhan Nanchu waved his hand, and everyone quickly spread out, surrounding the enemy and waiting for the order. It was not that they did not want to take action, but that the cunning old man Xue Yunzhao chose to set up camp on the high ground on the side of the cliff.

If they attacked by force, not only would they alert the enemy, but the terrain would also be disadvantageous to them.

The silent confrontation continued until dawn. Seeing that even Xue Yunzhao's private soldiers were beginning to get tired, Zhan Nanchu waved his hand.

Ban Yue led a team of female soldiers to the top of the mountain. After nimbly killing the sentry, she signaled her brothers halfway up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xue Yunzhao quietly appeared behind Banyue and slammed his palm directly into the center of her back.

It turned out that the old man hadn't slept at all. It was true that a man who had been the commander of the imperial guards for more than ten years would be so alert.

Zhan Nanchu flew over to catch Banyue and quickly blocked several of her major acupoints.

Now that they were exposed, they could only force their way in. Fortunately, someone had already made a breakthrough in the rear, and Xue Yunzhao's advantage in terrain was gradually being eroded.

He raised his hand and gave the death order, and Zhan Nanchu took the initiative to attack with a gun.

At this time, Meng Jiao rode into the military camp with Man Yue.

Upon learning that Zhan Nanchu had gone up the mountain last night, he dropped his horse and went down the tunnel with his spear in hand.

Man Yue was unable to stop her, so she had no choice but to deal with her aftermath. She stopped the people who were about to intercept her, and took out the prince's token to explain.

Manyue was a female soldier that Madam Hou almost adopted as her adopted daughter. Many old men in the Northwest Army Camp knew her face and greeted her happily when they saw her.

"Man Yue, why are you here too? Who was that just now? Why didn't you ask us to stop him?"

Man Yue didn't have time to talk to them about the past, so he turned around and chased after them in the tunnel.

"That is the young marquis's sweetheart."

A group of men looked at each other in bewilderment. Some of the people here were old men of the same generation as the Marquis of Zhenbei. They used to call Zhan Nanchu the Young Marquis. Even though he was the regent now, everyone still called him that in private.

"Wow, our young marquis's wife is already this big?"

"Pa!" A slap flew to the back of his head.

"Can you speak? That's called the Little Princess..."

When Meng Jiao followed the footprints that Zhan Nanchu and the others had stepped on, he was still struggling with Xue Yunzhao.

Qin Sheng, the laggard, was hanging on Zhan Nanchu's back, bleeding profusely. What kind of bullshit was this?

Seeing this, Meng Jiao no longer hesitated, and took over Zhan Nanchu's position by removing the axe that he was swinging at.

Xue Yunzhao was caught off guard and took several steps back, with a look of surprise on his face. How could this little thing have so much strength? His hands were numb.

Zhan Nanchu was originally stalling for time to wait for the people behind him to control the innocent people they had captured.

Who knew that Qin Sheng, the idiot, saw that the Phoenix man wanted to jump off the cliff, and rushed up like an idiot. Zhan Nanchu had no choice but to drag him along to delay time.

Meng Jiao's sudden appearance made Zhan Nanchu's pupils tremble instantly. After a brief panic, he felt relieved when he saw her fighting back and forth with Xue Yunzhao.

Leaving behind Qin Sheng, who was doing something bad, Zhan Nanchu looked nervously at the two people fighting in the middle of the field, ready to take over the little girl in the field at any time.

Qin Sheng rolled his eyes in pain, but he dared not fart. He was so overwhelmed by his thoughts just now that he almost exposed Zhan Nanchu's plan. However, this old man Xue's kung fu was really good.

He endured the pain and applied medicine to himself, but it seemed that he had lost too much blood. He barely stood up and looked towards the center of the venue.

Didn't he get shocked at first sight? Was that the girl who was fighting Xue Yunzhao on equal terms in the middle of the scene the clingy little girl in Zhan Nanchu's arms?

Holy shit! She's so fierce!

"That's awesome, Zhan Nanchu. You really made him into a wolf."

Zhan Nanchu felt an immense sense of pride in his heart, his blood boiling uncontrollably in his body, he murmured,

"She is the flower I raised with my own hands, so she should have some of my shadow on her..."

Before Qin Sheng could raise his thumb, his head felt heavy and he fell to the ground. Zhan Nanchu pressed his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding and threw him onto the tree, like a piece of dried bacon.

At this time, the situation was basically under his control. Even some people who wanted to escape were caught. Only Meng Jiao and Xue Yunzhao were left fighting in the middle of the field.

Xue Yunzhao was a burly man dressed in black. He swung his axe with the force of thunder, chopping harder and harder each time. The people around him couldn't help but sweat for their princess.

Meng Jiao poked her cheek with the tip of her tongue. Ever since she learned martial arts, no one had ever fought with her like this. In the past, she had to hold back when fighting with them. Today was a good opportunity to test her body, which was nourished by the spiritual spring water every day, to see if she could beat the old Deng who had profound internal strength.

Everyone thought that strength was the weak point of the little princess, and that she would definitely try to find an opportunity to fight against Xue Yunzhao. However, the next moment, they saw their little princess throw away the gun in her hand and shout at Nan Chu,

"Brother, give me your gun."

Zhan Nanchu pursed his lips, his eyes full of worry, but he still obediently threw the spear to her.

Zhan Nanchu's spear was made of solid black iron, which was several inches taller than him, not to mention the small Meng Jiao.

Xue Yunzhao sneered disdainfully, thinking to himself that Zhan Nanchu was an idiot. Everyone knew how much he cared about this girl, and he personally handed the evidence to him. He was really getting carried away.

"The Regent is in a good mood. I am willing to accompany you."

Meng Jiao shook the spear in her hand. She suspected that the small spear Zhan Nanchu made for her was hollow, and she had evidence. She couldn't help but glared at Zhan Nanchu before rushing forward.

Zhan Nanchu was confused. How had he offended his little ancestor?

Xue Yunzhao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that Meng Jiao was no different from before. He raised his axe to block, ready to neutralize the spear that Meng Jiao was stabbing at his chest.

Little girl, don't know how high the sky is... how deep the earth is...