The prince supports her, and the reborn princess kills people

Mu Weiye stared at Shen Qingyan with a sinister look, and suddenly smiled.

"You are so interesting and you are not afraid of my woman. It's rare to see such a woman. It's a pity that you are already taken, otherwise I would have taken you for myself."

Shen Qingyan rolled her eyes at him and said mockingly, "Then I would like to thank Your Highness for your displeasure."

"..."

Mu Weiye took a deep breath and decided not to argue with Shen Qingyan.

In the following period of time, Shen Qingyan could only stay in the Prince's Palace. As long as Mu Weiye was there, she could not go anywhere because she had to keep a certain distance.

She thought of Gu Beihuai less and less, and even could hardly remember what he looked like.

"Damn it, it's the love poison, damn Mu Weiye!"

Mu Weiye sneezed several times in succession in the study.

He felt a little sweet in his heart, thinking that Gu Ruxiao must be thinking of him at this moment.

Little did they know that Gu Ruxiao was far away in the Tianfeng Kingdom’s palace.

After several days of study, she was able to handle state affairs, but she did not expect that there were so many things to deal with. At this moment, she was busy dealing with the pile of memorials in the imperial study.

While no one was around, he dealt with it while cursing.

"Damn you, Mu Weiye! If it weren't for you, I would be eating cakes and admiring flowers right now. It's all your fault. Go to hell!"

Tired of dealing with it, she drew an ugly little man on rice paper, wrote Mu Weiye's name on it, and then stamped...

Mu Weiye sneezed continuously, and felt even warmer in his heart.

*

Gu Beihuai's army of 50,000 has traveled halfway and is about to reach the southern border.

Everyone rests where they are and is ready to set out early tomorrow morning as the army approaches.

A general accompanying him was somewhat worried about this.

"Your Majesty, we are about to cross the border with so many soldiers, but there is no movement in Southern Xinjiang. Even the envoys we sent have no news. Is there something fishy going on?"

"Perhaps they have already prepared for this and have sent more troops to guard the border."

Gu Beihuai played with the jade pendant in his hand, his cold eyes becoming more and more unfathomable.

"The population in southern Xinjiang is sparse, and there is a shortage of soldiers, horses, and food."

The general was still worried, "Why are they so calm? Aren't they afraid that we will flatten their southern border?"

Gu Beihuai closed the military book and looked at him expressionlessly, "General Zhou, how long have you been the General of Anding?"

Zhou Meng didn't understand, but he still said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have been in this position for more than a year."

Gu Beihuai sneered, "It's been more than a year, but you still don't understand the situation of various countries. The Art of War says: Know yourself and know the enemy, so you can fight a hundred battles without danger. I remember that you are both civil and military, and you are a talent recommended by the Minister of Rites. Now you are about to go to Southern Xinjiang, but you know nothing about the situation in Southern Xinjiang. Are you really as brave and fearless as Lord Sun said when he recommended you?"

Zhou Meng's body was stiff and his face was ashen, but he still managed to say, "It was my negligence for a moment. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

In fact, Sun Qinian, the Minister of Rites, was his uncle, and it took a lot of effort to get him this position.

His uncle told him not to show off, but to show up in front of the prince more often. So today he did it, and almost exposed himself.

Gu Beihuai didn't want to let him go just like that. "In that case, I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it, I won't pursue the matter any further."

Zhou Meng suddenly felt that he could escape. It was just a question, how difficult could it be?

What he heard next completely stunned him.

"What are the Thirty-Six Stratagems?"

Zhou Meng thought about it and blurted out smartly: "Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best strategy! So run away!"

Shuofeng on the side pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Gu Beihuai no longer looked at him, but looked at Shufeng.

Shuofeng quickly restrained his expression.

"Send a message to the princess, asking her to resign the position of Sun Qinian, the Minister of Rites, and find someone else to take the position."

"Yes."

Zhou Meng was almost frightened to death. How could he cause his uncle to lose his official position for no reason?

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I don't know where I said it wrong. This matter has nothing to do with my uncle, no, it has nothing to do with Lord Sun!"

"You are a leader of troops who doesn't even know the Thirty-Six Stratagems. Zhou Meng, you are unworthy of your position. From now on, you can return to the capital."

Zhou Meng panicked. How could he be willing to lose the position he had worked so hard to get? Even if he lost it, he could not bring trouble to his uncle, otherwise how could he have a backer to turn things around?

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong. You can punish me in any way you want. But please don't blame my uncle for this. He didn't know..."

"Monsoon."

"Yes."

Ji Feng understood and immediately dragged Zhou Meng out.

Zhou Meng, a general, had no power to fight back against Ji Feng and was dragged away like a chick.

How can such a person lead troops?

Gu Beihuai frowned, knowing in his heart that he had to fight quickly and decisively, otherwise the pressure from Gu Rushao and the left and right prime ministers in the capital would only increase.

When he returned to Beijing, the first thing he did was to deal with those who accepted bribes privately and protected each other among officials.

Zhou Meng was thrown out of the camp directly.

He was unwilling to accept this and did not dare to return to Beijing to face his uncle.

How to do?

After thinking it over, he decided to wait until Gu Beihuai calmed down before asking for a meeting. Maybe there was still hope.

So I brushed the dust off my body and prepared to find a place to hide when I suddenly saw a pretty girl walking towards me.

"Excuse me, is this the military camp of Prince Huai?"

The little girl looked cold and thin, but her facial features were delicate and beautiful. Her oval face was small and exquisite, very pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Meng's eyes rolled and he quickly came up with an idea.

As long as I make a contribution, can I atone for my sins?

Seeing how this little girl is asking about Gu Beihuai, she is most likely a young girl in love with the prince. Why not frame her as a spy from Southern Xinjiang, capture her and bring her to Gu Beihuai, wouldn't that be considered a meritorious service?

Gu Beihuai will definitely appreciate him again.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and said to Hua Yan in a gentle voice: "This is the Huaiwang military camp. Are you here to look for His Royal Highness the Huaiwang?"

Hua Yan nodded to show that he understood, said "thank you", and walked in without saying anything else.

Zhou Meng frowned. This little girl was so ungrateful. She knew that he was the Prince of Huai's man, but she didn't know how to curry favor with him.

"stop."

Hua Yan turned around and looked at him indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Meng looked like he was trying to persuade her in a kind way, and his tone was still gentle.

"I am a general serving the prince. What do you want from the prince? Tell me and I will pass on the message. Besides, if you barge in like this, not only will you not be able to see the prince, you will also be thrown out."

Hua Yan's expression remained unchanged as she asked calmly, "If that's the case, how can I see the prince?"

Zhou Meng explained seriously, "The prince is currently in the tent discussing matters. Why don't you come with me? I will take you to see the prince after he finishes discussing matters."