Nine Hundred and Ninety-Eight: War in Northern Xinjiang (35)

"Hehe—look at this, Liu Xi isn't as good as the outside world—"

The tribal envoy successfully completed the surrender task and was in a good mood.

As soon as he returned to a safe place, he showed his original appearance.

"Don't take it lightly, those who underestimate Liu Xi will not end well." The accomplice warned.

The tribal envoy lay on the animal skin chair, enjoying the beauty's shoulder pinching comfortably.

"What are you afraid of?" He said, "If Liu Xi suspects us, will she allocate an independent camp for us?"

With an independent camp, it is like a child has his own room and private space, and he is not afraid of his parents when he does some small movements.

"That being said, there is a saying from the Han family in the Central Plains that sails carefully for ten thousand years, and cannot let down our vigilance until the end."

Compared with the arrogance of the tribal messenger, this person is quite calm.

The tribal envoy said, "It's worth it—you don't have much ink in your stomach, but you can read the text very well. I'm afraid of you. Now I'm surrounded by my own people, and Liu Xi doesn't have clairvoyance and ears, so she can still listen to it from afar. Did you hear our whispers? What a coward."

The companion showed some disapproval on his face, but because the other party had a higher position than himself, he could only swallow his anger.

"Don't worry about this and that, just do your own job well." The tribal envoy Da Ma sat with a golden knife, "He said, you are right, Liu Xi is stupid, but the people under her account There are a lot of bad things. We have just surrendered, so we can't let the other party get caught. In the past few days, there may be Liu Xi's spies sneaking in. You control your people well, so that you don't reveal your secrets and ruin the grand plan to replace the king—"

Too much talk can lead to bad things, so only a few key people know about the fraudulent surrender, and others don't.

Hearing that the tribe chose to surrender to Jiang Pengji without even fighting, many warriors were extremely depressed, and some were worried about their future.

The overall momentum is sluggish, but they know it's necessary.

If everyone knows the news of the fraudulent surrender, who can guarantee that everyone will keep their mouths shut?

If the mouth is bald or talking in sleep, isn't that a bad thing?

With such thoughts in mind, they are peaceful and obedient, not causing trouble or causing trouble, as if they have really surrendered.

but,

Just like what Jiang Pengji said—it was a fake in the first place, no matter how much you try to confuse it, it will still not be true—no matter how much they play, but in Jiang Pengji's eyes, they just came here to pretend to surrender, and they can't win her trust at all. .

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and it is the hottest season of the year.

Beijiang planned to use a two-pronged approach, while using Jiang Pengji to feign Jiang Yin, while planting bombs in her defense.

The fraudulent surrender has been arranged, and the defense is also on the agenda to sow dissension.

Liu Zhao has been a little worried recently.

He can't wait to fight cocks and walk the dog outside every day, and he doesn't want to go home.

"Aunt Die, sister is still fighting at the front line, my marriage is not urgent."

Liu Zhao sneaked up the wall to go home, and there was a familiar slim figure standing under the wall, his legs were so frightened that he almost fell down.

"Not in a hurry?" Aunt Die looked him up and down, pretending to be angry, "You should be married at your age, are you in a hurry?"

A few months ago, Aunt Die came to Chongzhou with her servants for one purpose——

Be engaged to Liu Zhao!

When she was young, the main wife's aunt was sick and sick, and the middle school in the mansion was all in charge of this auntie Die.

Thanks to this aunt Die who didn't intentionally torment the concubine and concubine in the backyard, Liu Zhao's childhood was able to live comfortably.

Although Aunt Die was arrogant and indifferent to others, but thinking about the situation of other concubines, Liu Zhao felt a little bit of admiration for her.

But it's one thing to be admired and respected, but it's another thing for the other party to force you to get married.

"Auntie, I'm still young, I haven't played enough—"

Liu Zhao didn't resist getting engaged, but he didn't want to get engaged at this juncture.

Before he finished speaking, Aunt Die looked at him with a gloomy and cold look.

Liu Zhao felt cold all over, and forgot everything he said.

"Haven't played enough? You can play as if you've made an appointment—you've grown up, you can't do whatever you want!" Aunt Die said, "Liu Zhao—"

Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from behind.

"The child is still young, what are you forcing him to do?" Liu She was dressed in casual attire, and he looked like he was walking past after dinner. It’s okay to be incompetent—after all, don’t count on him.”

Both Liu Zhao and Aunt Die's complexions changed, but the expressions of the two were slightly different.

The former was slightly injured, while the latter seemed to be holding back something.

After a while, Aunt Die said in a non-negotiable tone, "What if I must force him? Cousin, you want to stop me?"

Liu She glanced at Liu Zhao, and sighed, "The older you get, the more tempered you are—"

"What's more?" Aunt Die raised her brows upright, with real anger on her face, "I said I want Liu Zhao to get engaged as soon as possible!"

Liu She's eyes froze, he and Aunt Die looked at each other, and finally they were defeated.

"Okay, this matter is up to you. Zhao'er, don't disobey my concubine."

When Aunt Die heard Liu She's words, her expression twitched.

Concubine?

Even after so many years, she still couldn't adapt to this title.

Liu She left, Liu Zhao's small arm couldn't twist Aunt Die's thick thigh, so he had to resign himself to reality.

"Choose, choose which one is which."

Aunt Die sat in front of Liu Zhao, and the table was full of documents of young girls.

Liu Zhao's face was bitter, he chose Auntie Die's burning gaze, aggrieved.

"Do you think your aunt is hurting you?"

Liu Zhao shook his head, "Don't dare."

"Just don't dare, anyone will harm you, but I will not." Auntie Die seemed to think of something, and a flash of reminiscence flashed in her eyes, but she didn't indulge in it, and soon recovered, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never give up." Wan, don't think about things that shouldn't belong to you, don't listen to people's instigation, it will bring you disaster. You are your mother's only surviving child, and it is her only obsession before she dies. If even you She's gone, she'll be sad when she finds out—be smart, don't be taken advantage of."

Being used?

By who?

Liu Zhao's face remained unchanged, but his thoughts changed several times.

"I promised your mother to protect you well, you can't do anything to disappoint her, do you understand?"

An indescribable emotion spread in Liu Zhao's heart.

"Auntie—"

Aunt Die said, "Hurry up and pick, don't get ink stains."

Liu Zhaodao, "What is Auntie worried about?"

"I'm worried that you idiot will be played to death by those two! Your mother can't fight, how much are you?" Aunt Die gritted her teeth and said, "Get married as soon as possible, and when you have a child, at least give your mother a trace of blood. At that time, you can die as you like, and I don’t care. Others don’t know, how can I not know? You think you hide your clumsiness well, so those two people can’t see it?”

This kid can't even beat his mother, so who else does he want to fool?

"Aunt—did you misunderstand something?" Liu Zhao asked her in a low voice.

"What could I have misunderstood? I saw it with my own eyes back then. Your mother... If it wasn't for you and Lan Ting, why would I have come to Liu's Mansion?"