After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

qualifications?

One or two said she was not qualified.

Unfortunately, Shan Cheng is not a snake, so she would not ask what qualifications he mentioned.

She was just pretending to drive a wedge between him and Aimulan, not really trying to win him over.

After that, the two had no more words to say.

Meng Qianqian didn't pay much attention to these teams when she was at the inn, but after she set out on the road, she began to observe them carefully.

If their target is also Liuli Island, then perhaps I can use them to get rid of Aimulan and Shan Cheng.

Including them, there were more than ten teams in total, but Meng Qianqian only cared about three teams.

One team was a merchant caravan escorted by the escort agency. It had dozens of people and was well-equipped, showing that they were wealthy.

The other team was composed of some chivalrous warriors. Although there were less than ten of them, each of them had extraordinary martial arts skills.

The third team was made up of nobles from the Western Regions. It was not clear which vassal state they came from. They had a huge formation and were leading the way.

Lu Yuan and his brother haven’t caught up with us yet, so it’s hard to tell whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

After all, she didn't know who was more dangerous, the King of Loulan or Aimulan.

When she first learned that the two of them seemed to be incompatible, she thought about letting them fight each other, but now it seems that this tactic is not feasible for the time being.

Perhaps it was to avoid such a situation that Aimulan deliberately withdrew from Shanshan City.

In the desert, the sun is scorching.

When we set out, everyone was in high spirits.

After just two or three days, some inexperienced small teams began to struggle.

The further you go in, the weirder the weather becomes.

It is extremely hot during the day, but extremely cold at night.

As for Meng Qianqian, thanks to Shan Cheng's adequate preparation, she didn't suffer much for the time being.

Compared with the other three teams, Meng Qianqian and her group were not too eye-catching, so they did not attract much attention along the way.

When those small teams that felt the pressure came to seek help from others, they were naturally not included.

Meng Qianqian enjoys the quietness.

The same is true for Aimulan.

After another day of long journey, everyone found an open space in the desert to set up camp.

After spending these few days together, everyone has become more familiar with each other, except for Meng Qianqian and her group.

He never made friends with others, nor did he compete for territory with others, and always stayed far away.

Today, Mo Yi lit a fire as usual, and Meng Qianqian and her group sat around the campfire.

Yaer took out some dry food and tea, set up a small pot, and put a piece of butter in it.

"No, why are there still people barbecuing?"

A curious voice came from not far away.

Meng Qianqian felt like she was traveling into a desert, but rather like she was going back to her mother's home, with barbecue and butter milk tea for every meal.

At first, everyone brought a lot of dry food, so they could still endure it.

As time went on, when most people began to feel embarrassed and overwhelmed, Meng Qianqian's food became a little enviable.

A fat and strong man came over. He was the one who had expressed his emotion earlier.

Meng Qianqian remembered him.

He does not belong to any caravan, and travels only with two other chivalrous men.

He was one of the people she judged to be of no value in cooperation.

"What?"

He smiled and rubbed his fat hands, "Where did you get the barbecue?"

Moer sneered, "I brought it myself, didn't you see?"

"I saw it, I saw it."

He nodded rapidly, slurping his saliva, "Can I have a taste? I haven't eaten meat in a few days, and my mouth is almost dry!"

Moer snorted coldly: "Why don't you bring your own food if you want to eat it?"

The strong man scratched his head and said, "No one said we would have to walk in the desert for so many days. I thought that with our strength, we could cross the desert in two or three days."

"Fatty! You ate all the meat on the first day!"

His companion shouted.

The sturdy man rolled his eyes in embarrassment.

Meng Qianqian chuckled and said to Yaer, "Give him a piece."

"Yes, ma'am."

Yaer did as she was told.

Moer grumbled in dissatisfaction: "We didn't bring much meat. Where can we get it after we finish eating?"

Meng Qianqian said calmly: "After you finish eating, go find my brother. My brother is very capable, and a few pieces of meat will not be a problem for him."

Moer choked.

Yaer glared at her, put a thick piece of meat on a plate and handed it to the strong man: "This hero."

The sturdy man took it excitedly: "Thank you, girl!"

Meng Qianqian was wearing a cloak that covered her pregnant belly, and the two maids kept calling her "Miss", so the strong man thought she was an unmarried girl.

Meng Qianqian didn't explain and just nodded politely.

The strong man returned to his companions with the meat in his hands.

He did not eat alone, but shared it with his companions.

He is a loyal person.

A small incident occurred during dinner.

As for the nobles, several of them drank some wine to keep warm.

One of them, who called himself San Ye, was probably drunk and started to talk without restraint.

It would have been fine if he was talking about other people, but he happened to mention the Princess of Loulan, and his words were quite frivolous.

"You speak so disrespectfully to Princess Loulan, aren't you afraid that she will chop off your head if she finds out?"

An escort asked.

It doesn't seem like standing up for justice, but more like adding fuel to the fire.

The Third Master waved his hand and drunkenly said while holding the wine jar: "Would I be afraid of her? That old woman, when you begged me, the Third Master, you were still peeing your pants!"

Mo Yi clenched the Tang sword in his hand.

Aimulan's expression did not change at all, as if she was not the one offended.

Early the next morning.

The third master's head was cut off and hung on a bamboo pole.

Also hung with it was the bodyguard's head.

Aimulan rode on a camel and walked calmly and calmly in front of the head.

After this incident, Meng Qianqian never heard anyone criticize the Princess of Loulan again.

She still hadn't found out which vassal state that group of nobles came from.

Probably in order to avoid unnecessary complications, the cause of the Third Master's death was not investigated extensively.

The strong man who asked Meng Qianqian for meat was an opportunity for Meng Qianqian to contact the outside world.

Unfortunately, after this incident, everyone became much more cautious. The strong man wanted to come over and talk to Meng Qianqian several times, but was dissuaded by his companions.

She heard with her own ears his two companions say that their group of people had the most suspicious behavior, looked the most inconspicuous, and lived the most respectable life, and that they might be the murderer.

I have to say, he guessed it right.

The neat cuts were clearly the result of Mo Yi's knife skills.

Meng Qianqian therefore began to look at the team of strong men with a new respect.

More haste less speed.

As long as she doesn't give up, she will always seize the opportunity.

Meng Qianqian herself did not expect that the turning point would come so quickly.

A sudden sandstorm buried half of the people, and almost all teams lost more than half of their men.

The strong man also lost a companion.

Before one crisis was over, another one arose. After everyone escaped in a panic, the water source they found turned out to be poisonous.

Among the remaining half, most of them collapsed, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and were in critical condition.

Meng Qianqian looked at the people who fell to the ground and realized that her time had finally come!

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