After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 662 Protecting Weaknesses
In addition to Mo Yi, the Loulan Princess's delegation also included several talented people who were well-known in the Western Regions. Lu Yuan introduced them to Meng Qianqian one by one.

"The swordsman Moye, with a Moye sword, can be made a marquis upon seeing bloodshed, and its power is not inferior to Chen Long's Qinglong sword."

"The Loulan people themselves spread it, right?"

"Let's just take it as it is."

Lu Yuan doesn't get along with his brother-in-law, but he doesn't want to encourage others and destroy his own prestige.

"He Fei, the Archer."

"Central Plains?"

They look and have similar names, so Meng Qianqian asked this question.

Lu Yuan hummed: "His parents are from the Central Plains. He was born and raised in Loulan. Do you see the bow on his back?"

Envoys entering the palace must take off their armor and are not allowed to wear any ice blades.

Although He Fei carried a large bow, his quiver was left outside the palace.

"This bow is called Overlord Bow, and it is said to be one stone heavier than Hou Yi's bow."

"He looks frail, but I never thought he could pull such a heavy bow. His arm strength and internal strength must be extraordinary."

Meng Qianqian could tell that it was a heavy bow without having to try it out.

However, when it comes to archery, the heavier the bow, the more advantageous it is. The person and the bow still need to be one.

Meng Qianqian looked at the other person's face again.

He does have a pair of sharp and steady eyes, which makes him suitable to be an archer.

Lu Yuan pointed at the most sturdy and strong man and said, "Donu, the first warrior of Loulan, is born with supernatural power."

Hearing this, Meng Lang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sneered disdainfully.

"do you have any opinion?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

You can laugh at her, but you can't laugh at her husband.

There were no peaches at the banquet. Meng Lang was gnawing on a crisp date with difficulty. "Where do all these natural powers come from? The people of the Central Plains are scaring themselves."

Meng Qianqian nodded: "What you said makes sense."

Meng Lang was surprised: "Huh?"

Meng Qianqian asked: "Do you think I will refute you?"

Meng Lang neither admitted nor denied it.

Meng Qianqian said: "You are right, I will naturally not refute it."

Meng Lang muttered: "Then before that..."

Meng Qianqian curled the corners of her lips and said, "You deserved the beatings you asked for before."

Meng Lang's face darkened.

There were quite a few people in the Loulan delegation, but there were only three or two of them worth Lu Yuan singleing out and talking to Meng Qianqian about.

The handsome man in white robe is Yu Chenglou, the musician of Loulan.

The sound of music confuses people and kills people without their knowledge.

The fifty-year-old man, leaning on a skull-shaped cane, wearing animal skins and with long loose hair, is the wizard of Loulan.

Meng Qianqian was amazed: "Loulan also has wizards? Are they of the same lineage as the witches in Miaojiang?"

Lu Yuan said: "Earlier, they were of the same clan, but that was hundreds of years ago. Now, Wushan and Loulan have nothing to do with each other."

Meng Qianqian said thoughtfully: "The wizard of Loulan gives me a very evil feeling."

The Miao witches are like messengers of gods, wearing mysterious veils and are sacred and inviolable.

It is hard to imagine that they were of the same origin hundreds of years ago.

What happened that caused them to split into two factions, and they have been separated from each other ever since, continuing their heritage.

The inheritance of both parties seems to have been screened and selected.

One good and one evil.

Meng Qianqian looked at the Loulan wizard and said, "Everything in the world is intertwined and ever-changing. Righteousness is not necessarily good, and evil is not necessarily evil. It all depends on the way you act and what you plan to do."

Having said this, she suddenly paused.

Lu Yuan noticed her strangeness: "What's wrong?"

Meng Qianqian's gaze fell on the skull.

This object was so sinister that many officials in the hall cast strange glances at it.

So it was no surprise that Meng Qianqian would stare at it. But Lu Yuan always felt that the way she looked at the skull was different.

Meng Qianqian shook her head: "I can't explain it. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember where it is."

Meng Lang sneered: "You've read too many storybooks, haven't you? They're all useless stuff..."

"How can you talk?"

Tan'er punched him on the top of the head, leaving a big bump.

Meng Lang was furious. He covered his head with his hands and turned to glare at her with gritted teeth: "When did you come?"

Tan Er put her hands on her hips and said fiercely, "I'll come when you say bad things about me! If you dare to do that again, I'll smash your head!"

Meng Lang was twitching in pain. Most importantly, it was really embarrassing to be hit on the head by a little girl.

Indeed, many people witnessed his embarrassment and laughed.

Meng Lang felt both ashamed and annoyed, but he couldn't lose his temper right away, and he was almost hurt from enduring it.

Tan'er sat down next to Meng Qianqian on the other side, and Bao Zhuzhu's seat was still reserved.

"Where's Zhao Zhao?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Tan Er said, "Wake up, let's go dig out the bird's nest with Qing Shuang."

The little guy treated the palace as his own home, and Meng Qianqian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"How is the Emperor?"

She hasn't gone to pay her respects to the old man yet.

Tan Er took a piece of osmanthus cake and said, "It's great! The emperor said that the banquet is over and asked my sister and the commander-in-chief to go to Zhaoming Palace for a visit!"

"Okay."

Meng Qianqian agreed.

Meng Lang asked Meng Qianqian resentfully, "I also met the emperor, why didn't you ask me?"

Tan Er made faces at him and stuck out her tongue through Meng Qianqian and Lu Yuan: "I won't ask about the rebellion, forget it!"

"Tsk~ Don't bother with a child."

Meng Lang turned away.

Tan Er groaned, "It's only the naughty boy who rebels!"

While they were talking, the Princess of Loulan and the Loulan envoys had already walked to the center of the hall.

She raised her right hand, palm facing inward, and placed it on her left shoulder, performing the Loulan etiquette of a monarch and a minister: "Ayimulan, I and the Loulan envoys greet your majesty. Long live your majesty!"

The Loulan envoys all saluted: "Long live His Majesty!"

Even Aimulan's voice was filled with the heroic spirit and dominance of a female hero, so penetrating that it echoed throughout the entire hall.

The chorus of the others couldn't suppress her aura.

Zong Zhengxi is no longer the little emperor he used to be. He also has the domineering and majestic power of a ruler.

The young emperor said slowly, "Princess Loulan, please stand up. All the envoys, please stand up."

Ayimulan: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Envoy: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Zong Zhengxi pointed to the seat at the lower left and said, "Princess Loulan and the envoys, please take a seat."

After Aimulan sat down, the envoys took their seats one by one.

She sat alone, with only a maid by her side.

Below her is the Loulan wizard.

Her confidant Mo Yi knelt behind her, ready to protect her at any time and eliminate any danger for her.

It seems that these two people are the most important to Aimulan.

Tan Er approached Meng Qianqian and said, "Sister, it's not Mo Yi at all. Did he really kill his own father?"

At this time, the hall was silent. Tan'er's words were like a stone, falling into the calm lake.

Meng Lang whistled with glee.

Mo Yi said calmly: "I am Mo Yi, I killed my biological father, what's wrong?"

Tan Er clapped her hands and praised: "Good kill! You have courage!"

Mo Yi: "..."

The second night is early~ Love you all~