minions live

Marquis Yongchang was dizzy with anger.

No matter how his family fell, it would still be the Marquis's Mansion. What does Liu Wan mean by that?
How dare a mere countess and stepwife look down on her?
It really makes no sense.

If her daughter was still alive, the title of Mrs. Uncle would not fall on Liu Wan's head.

However, angry, looking at the booklet Liu Wan took out, Marquis Yongchang hesitated but didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

Cough!

Mrs. Hou kept winking at her husband.

However, Yongchanghou's face was full of confusion.

Beihaiguan fell, and almost everyone in Xingji City focused on the small area bordering Baekje and Unchui.

Although it was snowing heavily at this time, it was not conducive to the movement of the army.

But Wei Junqian has always had no room for sand in his eyes, so the action to recover Beihai Customs may happen at any time.

And Xiao Zheng is also leading the battle in Baekje at this time, especially the second son Xiao Gang is still a member of the Starfall Legion.

The notes he sent back are very likely related to the content.

In case the secret is exposed...

Marquis Yongchang couldn't help shivering.

More than a month ago, Huang Shitao's mighty general was vividly remembered.

Emperor Changxing was annoyed, and the hundreds of people in his Yongchanghou's mansion might not be enough to cut down.

cough cough.

"They're all in-laws, and it's rare for them to be free during the Chinese New Year. Benhou specially came here to see how his grandson is doing."

He turned his head to look at his bewildered wife.

"Ma'am, Rui'er's mother is no longer there, and he is not young anymore. You have to pay close attention to the important things in your life. From now on, you and Mrs. Uncle will walk around more, watch together, and find him a gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law as soon as possible..."

Marquis Yongchang was like a woman visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year, rambling about the household chores, and then returned home with his wife under Xiao Rui's blank and disappointed eyes.

As soon as the two left, Liu Wan also heaved a sigh of relief.

"Humei," she looked at her maid with a refreshed look, "During the twelfth lunar month, Prince Jin's mansion will have a happy son, and they will have full moon wine soon. Remember to prepare some good gifts for us."

Our "men" naturally refers to her daughter-in-law, who is also Xiao Gang's first wife.

She is about the same age as Princess Jin and Yingpan. Since they married in Xingji City, the three of them have fled to each other from time to time, and their relationship has always been good.

Thrush nodded quickly in response.

Happy son?

Xiao Rui on the opposite side was so angry that his eyes turned red when he heard this harsh word.

But there was nothing he could do. In the end, he coughed coldly and returned to his yard angrily.

----

Yun Chui spent the New Year with He Meimei, Xiliang did not have this habit, and the tribes still lived their own lives.

Blood Moon Settlement, Central Chamber.

The heads of the Blood Moon tribe gathered together, all of them looked serious.

"Tell me, what's going on with your face?" the patriarch Xueyue Zhiyong said.

In the middle of the hall stood a middle-aged man with black spots and purple spots on his face.

He hastily saluted, "Thank you patriarch."

"The subordinate's face was accidentally burned while putting out the fire."

Everyone in Xueyue's face tightened, and they couldn't help but glanced at each other.

Why is it fire again?
In recent years, the climate of the grassland has been abnormal. When it should be cold, it is not cold, but when it should be hot, it is even hotter.

Although it is winter now, it is not too cold, but there is also a thin layer of snow on the grassland. Logically speaking, there should not be so many fires.

Especially these fires almost all happened in the pastures around Blood Moon and the small and medium tribes attached to them...

"Patriarch, our Julu Grassland must have been deliberately set on fire."

As the middle-aged man continued talking, Xueyue Zhiyong and the others understood what had happened.

Same late night, same cavalry with minor differences.

They sneaked to the pasture where they had hoarded pasture for the winter and set a few fires, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

The Julu Grassland is relatively alert.

After everyone's efforts to fight the fire, the hoarded fodder did not burn for long, but more than a dozen people who fought the fire died.

Before that, some pastures or affiliated tribes slept too hard.

When they reacted and rushed to put out the fire, the hoarded fodder had been burned to the ground, and even a lot of livestock kept in captivity had been burned to death.

snort!
Xueyue Zhiyong snorted coldly.

"Have you seen clearly who the other party is? Where did he come from?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment.

"Patriarch, they are superb in riding skills, they are elusive, and their faces are covered with rags. In addition, they can't see their fingers in the middle of the night. It is really difficult to distinguish their identities."

"Fortunately, there was snow on the ground. We searched carefully along the footprints and found something like this."

After speaking, he handed over a sweat drawer.

Sweat drawer, also called sweat pad, is a pad that is placed under the saddle and directly contacts the fur of the horse's back.

Its main purpose is to absorb the sweat from the horse's running and prevent the saddle from sliding on the horse's back due to sweat.

Generally speaking, sweat drawers will not fall off.

But if the owner neglects to take care of the harness and the horse runs for a long time, it is hard to say.

Xueyue Zhiyong flipped it up and down, and soon found a faint mark on the sweater, and his face was even more ugly.

Seeing that something was wrong, the other clan elders and elders quickly took it.

Their faces were ashen after reading it.

"Giant Zhu!"

This is a small and medium-sized tribe affiliated to the Angel tribe, and it is quite far from the boundary of Julu Grassland.

"What is Angel trying to do? We haven't asked him to settle the account of Whetstone City, but now he's causing trouble for us?"

cough.

Some clan elders were very calm.

"Everyone, just a blurred sweater doesn't mean anything. It may not be what Angel did, it may be someone else deliberately framed it."

"fart!"

Some clan elders with a bad temper jumped up angrily.

"This kind of fire has happened several times. Once or twice may be an accident. Now it has happened more than three or four times. Now that there are both personal and physical evidence, who dares to say that it may be framed by dirt?"

"Are you from our Blood Moon?"

The clan elder who was pointed at his nose and scolded was embarrassed.

"Of course I am a member of the Blood Moon Clan, but I just feel that something is a little strange, and Angel... there is no need to provoke us now."

After all, their food delivery team still wanted to pass through the territory of Blood Moon to the Benlu tribe to the east.

"Who said there wasn't? Maybe that old thief An Wenkang thought that we were not as strong as before after so many clansmen died outside Dishstone City, and he was thinking of secretly biting us a few times."

"That's right. Destroy the grassland first, dry up the water source, disperse the people's hearts, and disrupt the tribe. We are also very familiar with this trick. It has always been the iron law when the grassland is preparing to go to war or annex other tribes."

……

You and I, both sides, have a hard fight.

I don't know when,

Report!
"News from the Benlu tribe."

The loud voice of the orderly came from outside.

The meeting hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone couldn't help but look towards the door.

After a while, someone sent the information to Xueyue Zhiyong.

He opened it up.

"Kang Ansheng sent troops to drive away my wounded on the grounds of insufficient food and too many wounded soldiers, and let them fend for themselves on the grassland."