Although the Di tribe has always bowed to Dasheng and paid tribute on time every year in the past few decades, some tribes of the Di tribe are restless and provoke provocations on the border from time to time.
Although Mu Ting did not confront the Di tribe head-on, he secretly fought with the Di tribe more than ten times.
The most difficult one among them is Tamutu.
Tamutu was a few years older than Mu Ting, and he was the most cunning and ruthless. Last summer was the last time Mu Ting played against him. Tamutu suffered a dark loss and didn't show up for a long time. Mu Ting thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he would go to the capital to cause trouble.
Not only Tamutu, but also Tamutu’s confidants.
I don’t know what tricks he used to sneak into the capital and even into the eldest princess’s mansion.
Mu Ting frowned: "I'm very familiar with Tamutu. The two people I fought with are not the people around him."
In other words, there are people from Tamutu in the capital. Or, someone who really wants to collaborate with the enemy and treason.
Chen Ze glanced at Qin Xiangxiang. Qin Xiangxiang had been paying attention to his movements and quickly smiled at him.
Chen Ze frowned, why does Mrs. Qin keep staring at him?
"Gao Jianshuo, high school prime minister, who is he? Have you ever heard of Uncle Chen?"
Chen Ze frowned, glanced at Qin Xiangxiang with unclear meaning, and then said slowly: "The high school prime minister is in charge of the Yushitai. Without his instructions, Qin Yushi and Li Zhuang would not impeach the Marquis so violently." He finally gave Qin Xiangxiang some face and didn't call her by his biological father's name.
Qin Xiangxiang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes.
At this time, Yao Erlang walked in a little stupidly: "Mrs. Qin, I followed your instructions and looked at the sky for a long time. But nothing happened."
Qin Xiangxiang nodded: "Someone will contact us."
She was woken up from her sleep and couldn't help but yawned as she spoke. Although she quickly covered it up with her sleeves, Mu Ting still saw it.
"Madam Qin, please go back and rest first," Mu Ting said.
Qin Xiangxiang still didn't look at Mu Ting. She was really sleepy, and...she wanted to fall asleep again. Look how absurd the dream she just had was! How could she, Qin Xiangxiang, have such a ridiculous dream? She didn't even dare to look at Mu Ting.
Qin Xiangxiang said goodbye in a low voice, turned and left.
In the small courtyard, the door of the main room was open, and Xiaoman was waiting at the door, as if waiting for her.
"Ms. Qin, the princess would like to ask you to talk to me. Is it convenient for Mrs. Qin?"
Qin Xiangxiang's sleepiness suddenly disappeared by half. Although Princess Huizhen was trapped in the room, she was always sensitive and good at observation, so she naturally noticed that something was wrong with everyone.
As soon as Qin Xiangxiang entered the door, Princess Huizhen's big, autumn-like eyes looked at her with some bloodshot eyes: "Ms. Qin, has something happened to my grandmother?"
Today when she was writing, an indescribable sadness suddenly hit her heart, making her breathless, and then she shed tears involuntarily.
Qin Xiangxiang sighed and decided to tell the truth to Princess Huizhen: "Five stones were found in the eldest princess's mansion. The eldest princess was convicted of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Now she has been thrown into the Youzhi Prison of Dali Temple."
Princess Huizhen listened blankly, a wry smile appeared on her beautiful face, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes: "I have heard long ago that the wealth and honor of our family all depend on that one thought."
Qin Xiangxiang was startled. She didn't expect that Princess Huizhen was not that ignorant of the world.
"The eldest princess is innocent, and she will be cleared of all charges." She comforted Princess Huizhen dryly.
"Maybe I am the only granddaughter who can clear her name. It is also possible that as long as I show up, they will release my grandmother." Princess Huizhen said, "Ms. Qin, I am very grateful to you for taking me out of the house. . But I can’t bear my grandmother to suffer..."
Qin Xiangxiang's sleepiness completely disappeared.
"Princess Huizhen, what I said to you before were all in vain?" She said, her voice couldn't help but become louder.
Princess Huizhen hesitated: "But I can't just watch my grandmother die..."
"No. We are all trying to find a way. Prince Mu, and Nangong Wenyue, he can't stand seeing others being wronged the most. He will definitely go all out to help the princess." Qin Xiangxiang blurted out. .
Princess Huizhen's eyes lit up when she heard Nangong Wenyue's name: "He, he really won't stand idly by?"
Seeing the look of Princess Huizhen, Qin Xiangxiang swallowed back the words that were on his lips.
Let's wait until Nangong Wenyue comes to pick her up. What if, what if, Nangong Wenyue doesn't come.
Qin Xiangxiang couldn't help but think about the worst side of things.
When she lay back on the bed exhausted, she had no memory of what she had just done.
What if, what if Nangong Wenyue didn't come, could they stop Gao Cheng's people?
She thought about it, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, so she simply sat up and thought carefully about the tasks Nangong Wenyue had assigned her these past few times.
No matter how you look at it, no matter how you think about it, there is a tendency to cooperate with Prince Mu in these tasks.
Or was she wrong?
Before dawn the next day, Qin Xiang wanted to think about it and met Yao Erlang coming back from outside.
"Madam, there is no news." Yao Erlang said. He even doubted whether the gesture of looking at the sky that Mrs. Qin taught him was a joke. Is there anyone who uses this action in joints?
"Wait a minute." Qin Xiangxiang's face was full of fatigue. She had been thinking about it for most of the night and her brain was confused. Now her head hurts very much.
Only then did Yao Erlang realize that Qin Xiangxiang had two dark circles under his eyes.
"Mrs. Qin didn't sleep well last night?" he asked.
also? Qin Xiangxiang squinted his painful eyes and looked at Yao Erlang, who also had two dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you discuss it all night?"
Yao Erlang shook his head with a heavy head: "Yesterday I read to the young master, and I read the wrong words. The wrong words will be copied. I can hold a knife in my hand, but holding a pen will really kill me."
"Reading to your young master?" Qin Xiangxiang's focus was entirely on Mu Ting, and he didn't ask about Yao Erlang's life or death at all.
Yao Erlang nodded: "Yes. For some reason, the young master always likes to read military books these days. In the past, the young master would have a headache as soon as he picked up the military books. Could it be that the soil and water in this capital are suitable for studying?"
Maybe he was frightened by the intrigues in the capital, so he read the military book diligently. Qin Xiangxiang was thinking about it, and suddenly remembered the absurd dream she had last night.
No, can't think about it! Qin Xiangxiang quickly changed the subject: "Let me go to the door and have a look. Maybe there is news."
Maybe Nangong Wenyue hasn't thought of a countermeasure yet.
But Qin Xiangxiang wandered around the door a few times, wandered in front of various vendors, and ate two bowls of noodles. Her stomach was full to death, and the sun was already high, so she didn't even receive any strange looks.
Nangong Wenyue actually didn’t care about their life or death!
"You really don't care?" A thin, white hand was busy holding the lamb belly, and his mouth was full, but he didn't stop him from talking.
"What does it matter? He can't even handle this little thing well. He's not worthy of my support, Nangong Wenyue."
Nangong Wenyue threw another piece of tea cake onto the iron net to bake.
"What if he dies?" the man said.
"If you die, then die. There is nothing to regret. So many people die every day, do you think everyone has to cry?" Nangong Wenyue said cruelly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Wenyue Lang is so cruel." The man finished the plate of lamb tripe like a storm, and then started on the grilled lamb chops.
"You are willing to give up Mrs. Qin? She has done so many things for you." The man couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Qin Xiangxiang's thin face.
Nangong Wenyue turned over the tea cake expressionlessly: "She sold her life to me ten years ago. Her life is no longer her own."
(End of chapter)
