Marquis Yongchang was so angry that he felt dizzy.
No matter how his family declines, it will still be the Marquis Mansion. What does Liu Wan mean by that?
How dare a mere count's stepwife dare to look down on herself?
This is really unreasonable.
If her daughter was still alive, the title of Madam Uncle would not fall on Liu Wan.
However, Qi Guiqi, looking at the folding book Liu Wan took out, Yongchang Hou hesitated but did not dare to reach out.
Ahem!
Mrs. Hou kept winking at her husband.
However, Yongchang Hou's face was full of confusion.
Beihaiguan fell, and almost everyone in Xingji City focused their attention on the small area bordering Baekje and Yunchui.
Although it was snowing heavily at this time, it was not conducive to the movement of the army.
But Wei Junqian has never been able to tolerate sand in his eyes, so the operation to regain Beiguan may happen at any time.
Xiao Zheng was also leading troops in Baekje at this time, especially the second son Xiao Gang was still a member of the Starfall Legion.
The information he sent back is very likely to contain the contents.
What if the secret is exposed...
Marquis Yongchang could not help but tremble.
More than a month ago, Huang Shitao's mighty general was vividly in his mind.
Having angered Emperor Changxing, the hundreds of people in his Yongchang Hou Mansion might not be enough to kill him.
Ahem.
"They are all in-laws. It is rare to have time during the Chinese New Year. I came here specially to see how my grandson is doing."
He turned to look at his bewildered wife.
"Madam, Mother Rui'er is no longer here, and she is no longer young, so you have to pay close attention to life-long matters. From now on, you and Madam Uncle will walk around more, keep an eye on each other, and find him a gentle and virtuous wife to live with as soon as possible..."
Marquis Yongchang was like a woman visiting relatives during the New Year. She chatted about home-cooked meals, and then returned home with her wife under Xiao Rui's blank and disappointed eyes.
As soon as the two left, Liu Wan also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huamei," she looked at her maid in high spirits, "in the twelfth month of the lunar month, the Jin Palace is happy to have a heir apparent, and they are going to hold a full moon banquet soon. Remember to prepare some good gifts for us."
Our "people" naturally refers to her daughter-in-law, Xiao Gang's first wife.
She is similar in age to Princess Jin and Ying Pan. Since marrying to Star City, the three of them have been visiting each other from time to time, and their relationship has always been good.
Huamei nodded quickly in agreement.
Happy to have a son?
Xiao Rui, who was opposite, heard this harsh word and his eyes turned red with anger.
But there was nothing he could do, and in the end he could only cough coldly and angrily returned to his yard.
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Here in Yunchui, Hehe Meimei celebrates the New Year. Xiliang does not have this habit, and each tribe still lives their own life.
Blood Moon Settlement, central meeting hall.
The heads of the Blood Moon Tribe were all gathered together, all with stern expressions on their faces.
"Tell me, what's going on on your face?" Clan leader Xue Yue Zhiyong said.
In the center of the hall stood a middle-aged man with black and purple face.
He quickly saluted and said, "Thank you, patriarch."
"My subordinate's face was accidentally burned while putting out the fire."
The faces of everyone in Xue Yue tightened, and they couldn't help but glance at each other.
Why is it fire again?
In recent years, the grassland climate has been abnormal. It is not cold when it should be cold, and it is even hotter when it should be hot.
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.
In particular, these fires almost all occurred in grasslands all over the Blood Moon and in the small and medium-sized tribes affiliated with them...
"Chief, our Julu Pasture must have been deliberately set on fire by someone."
The middle-aged man continued talking nonchalantly, and only then did Xueyue Zhiyong and others understand what happened.
The same late night, the same cavalry.
They sneaked to the pasture where they had stored up winter grass, lit a few fires, and then quickly disappeared into the night.
Julu Pasture is relatively responsive.
After everyone's efforts to put out the fire, the stored fodder did not burn down for long, but more than a dozen of the tribesmen who put out the fire died.
Before that, some grasslands or affiliated tribes slept too much.
By the time they came to their senses and rushed to put out the fire, all the fodder they had stored up had been burned to ashes, and even many of the livestock raised nearby had been burned to death.
snort!
Xue Yue Zhiyong snorted coldly.
"Have you seen clearly who the other party is? Where did he come from and where did he go?"
The middle-aged man hesitated.
"Chief, they are highly skilled in horseback riding and are very elusive. Their faces are covered with rags, and in the middle of the night they can't see their hands and fingers. It's really difficult to identify them."
"But fortunately there was snow on the ground. We searched carefully along the footprints and found something like this."
After saying that, he handed over a sweat drawer.
The sweat drawer, also called a sweat pad, is a mat placed under the saddle and in direct contact with the fur on the horse's back.
Its main purpose is to absorb the sweat from the horse when running and prevent the saddle from sliding on the horse's back due to sweat.
Generally speaking, the sweat pan 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 difficult to tell.
Xueyue Zhiyong looked up and down, and soon found a vague mark on the sweat drawer, and his face became even more ugly.
The other clan elders and elders saw something was wrong and quickly took it over.
Their faces were ashen after reading it.
"Ju Zhu!"
This is a small and medium-sized tribe affiliated with the Angel tribe, which is quite far from the boundary of Julu Pasture.
"What is Angel trying to do? We haven't even asked him to settle the debt with Dishi City, and now he's causing us trouble?"
cough.
There is a clan elder who is very calm.
"Everyone, just a piece of unclear sweat doesn't mean anything. It may not be Angel's fault, it may be someone else who deliberately framed it."
"fart!"
Bo Ran, the grumpy clan leader, jumped up in anger.
"Such a fire has happened several times, once or twice, or it may have been an accident. Now it has happened more than three or four times. Now that we have both witnesses and physical evidence, who dares to say that it may be a frame-up?"
"Are you from our Blood Moon?"
The clan elder who was pointed at and scolded looked embarrassed.
"Of course I am a member of the Blood Moon tribe. I just feel that things are a little strange. And Angel... there is no need to provoke us now."
After all, their food delivery team still wanted to pass through Blood Moon's territory and head to the Bendeer tribe in the east.
"Who says there isn't? Maybe that old thief An Wenkang thinks that our strength is no longer what it used to be after so many people died outside Peishi City, so he is thinking of sneaking a few bites into us."
"That's right. Destroy their pastures first, dry up their water sources, distract their people, and disrupt their tribes. We are very familiar with this trick. It has always been an iron rule when the grassland is preparing to go to war or annex other tribes."
…
Both sides kept arguing with each other.
I don’t know when,
Report!
"News from the Running Deer Tribe."
The loud voice of the messenger sounded outside.
The meeting hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone couldn't help but look towards the door.
Soon someone sent the information to Xueyue Zhiyong.
He opened it and took a look.
"Kang Ansheng sent troops to drive away my wounded soldiers on the grounds that there was insufficient food and too many wounded soldiers, leaving them to fend for themselves on the grassland."