As soon as Zhao Mo said these words, Lizhu's eyes stared at him.
There seems to be something missing in this, right?
Lizhu didn't think about it for a moment and glanced at Yang Xuan again.
Yang Xuan reminded him in a low voice: "A rip-off."
Lizhu understood instantly: "Mr. Zhao, this is a major military matter. Both my king and your emperor have told me to discuss it in detail with the admiral, Mr. Chen."
As she spoke, she glanced around: "There are so many people here, I'm afraid it's not a good place to talk about this."
Zhao Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was obviously being reprimanded. He just said it casually and did not intend to discuss military matters here.
This Princess Livzon seems to be targeting me.
Sure enough, Lizhu then looked at Zhao Ming: "What's more, when I entered the city before, I was stopped by Mr. Zhao, who suspected that I was a spy."
Zhao Mo suddenly realized that this was the contradiction.
"Master Zhao is indeed overly cautious. I will apologize to Princess Livhu on his behalf and ask Princess Livhu to forgive me."
Lizhu waved her hand: "Mr. Zhao's words are serious, I can't bear it, as long as you don't treat me as a spy."
When Zhao Mo saw it, it was obvious that she was unwilling to give up. If he wanted to get information from her, he would probably have to spend some money.
Just now Lizhu said that this matter was to be discussed with Chen Changqing. He just wanted to know about it before Chen Changqing. Maybe it would be an excellent opportunity.
After all, their goal is to legitimately get rid of Chen Changqing and then replace him.
But if the Prairie Royal Court were to kill the Fucha tribe, the remaining Tourte tribe would probably be unable to survive alone.
So, Zhao Mo winked at Zhao Ming several times.
Although Zhao Ming felt very divided, he finally obeyed Zhao Mo's wishes, stood up and bowed his hand to Livhu: "Princess Livhu, the young general has offended many people before. I would like to apologize to the princess. I will send you an apology gift soon."
When the Princess is staying, I hope that the Princess of Lizhu will not remember the faults of others and forgive me."
Lizhu was noncommittal, and Zhao Ming was extremely embarrassed, but he still sat down angrily.
The banquet was so embarrassing that even if Zhao Mo changed the topic, the situation would still be irreversible.
Lizhu stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your hospitality. It's just that I'm tired from the journey, so Lizhu has to take her leave first."
What else could Zhao Mo say, he could only lead the officials to get up and see him off.
Coming out of Xiangman Building, Lizhu said proudly: "How about it? This is a pretty good extortion, isn't it?"
Yang Xuan rolled his eyes: "It's too small, the structure is too small. The Zhao family has been inherited in Shaanxi Prefecture for hundreds of years, and the wealth of the family is far beyond your imagination. In the end, you are satisfied with just an apology?"
"What should we do?"
"But you handled it appropriately and didn't leave anything to say. As long as the gifts come from the Zhao family tomorrow, you can just look at the gift list and then return the gifts."
Lizhu said in surprise: "What if the gift is very expensive?"
"No matter how valuable it is, you still have to act like you don't care, or even dislike it. When the time comes, they will make up for it with a more generous gift."
Lizhu's eyes lit up, and then she showed a strange smile: "Why are you so treacherous?"
Yang Xuan shouted: "How can this be treachery? We are talking about business. I am not satisfied with his price. I can't ask for a higher price?"
"Yes, yes, then tell me, what should I order?"
"You can't be too greedy. Just accept it when it's good. You won't lose anything anyway."
"oh!"
Yang Xuan saw Lizhu pouting and asked, "Then what do you want? Tell me and I can reveal it to them."
Lizhu raised her chin and blinked: "I don't really want anything in particular, I just feel unwilling to do so. You don't know how arrogant Zhao Ming was at that time."
"Don't worry about this. If you want to vent your anger, there will be many opportunities in the future."
Lizhu smiled happily and took Yang Xuan's arm: "You'd better be nice to me."
"Ahem, be careful, you are now the envoy representing the Prairie Royal Court."
"Huh, so what."
Just when Lizhu was about to say something, the carriage stopped and the inn arrived.
Yang Xuan got out of the car: "It's been a tiring journey. Princess, please have a rest early. I'll come back tomorrow."
"Oh." The disappointment on Lizhu's face was clearly revealed, but she also knew that it was definitely inappropriate to let Yang Xuan enter the small courtyard where he was staying in the middle of the night, so she could only watch Yang Xuan say goodbye and leave.
Yang Xuan was already planning his next plan. Originally, his plan was to work with Sosna to attack the Fucha Department through economic warfare, but he didn't expect that it was Lizhu who came.
And according to what Livhu said, the royal court was going to send troops to fight, and the emperor's approval had been obtained. The original envoy had returned to the grassland to prepare for the war, and Livhu came here mainly to communicate with Chen Changqing on how the two armies could cooperate.
Of course, it was the real envoy who went to talk about this matter. Lizhu became the leader of the envoy just because of her high status.
To be honest, Yang Xuan was a little worried. It was not necessarily a blessing or a curse for Wang Ting to send people to join the battle.
After all, his previous strategy was to turn the wolf on the grassland into a sheep, the less bloody the better, and the rebellion of the Fucha tribe has aroused their bloody nature, which is not a good thing.
Yang Xuan complained a little about the emperor, why he agreed to send troops to the grassland.
After finally transforming into sheep, do we still want them to keep a pair of tusks?
The grassland royal court only needs to cooperate with itself and suppress the Fucha Department economically.
But from another perspective, it is not a loss to have troops from the Prairie Royal Court participating in the battle, saving effort, time and money.
However, if this happens, he will be dragged to the front line.
By setting up ambushes, sneak attacks, guerrillas, etc. in the rear, Yang Xuan could count on the enemy with a certain advantage, but if he really wanted to be on the front line, in a battlefield with tens of thousands of people at every turn, he still didn't know what to do.
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On the front line of Wutubao, the two armies have been locked in a stalemate. They have fought countless battles back and forth.
The Wara people wanted to break through this line of defense in one go and march straight into Dasheng, but Kambri just refused to move.
The people from the other three major tribes of the Wara people are not stupid either. They can naturally guess Cambri's plot. In order to curb his wolfish ambitions, the troops of Tourt's tribe must be consumed.
On the surface, Cambri was not idle, and kept sending troops to tentatively attack Wutoubao's defense line, but the real army did not move.
Cambri also knows that Tourte's army is his support. Anyway, he has opened the door to the northwest of Dasheng. If you people want to share the benefits, then you have to pay some blood.
Including the die-hard ally Fucha, Kambri hopes that their troops will be consumed as much as possible. Only when they are weakened can they obtain greater benefits.
Wutoubao is now surrounded by a pack of wolves. As long as there is a slight flaw, the wolves will swarm Wutoubao and eat them up.
After all, in terms of military strength, the troops on the front line of Wutoubao are far inferior to the enemy.
If the Wara people and the Fucha tribe really unite as one, regardless of the cost, it will only be a matter of time before they break through the Wutoubao defense line.