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"As for other difficulties, they are just trying to find faults, and we can't stop them." Li Mumu said, "We can only block them with soldiers, and the water will cover them up."

"That's all it can do." Zhang Caiping nodded.

At least now I have a way to deal with it, and I feel a little more confident.

While waiting for the arrival of the Turkic mission, Wang Cuizhen and Zhang Caiping felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Even Li Mumu couldn't help but become nervous.

Finally, the day came when the Turkic mission came to Beijing. Wang Cuizhen and Zhang Caiping also took Li Mumu to see it.

However, they were more cautious this time. They were worried that the Turks had found out that Wangyou Xiaojie also belonged to Li Mumu, so they did not dare to go upstairs to Wangyou Xiaojie to see the Turkic envoy team.

Instead, he specially booked a room on the second floor of the Shiwei Building and waited there.

Li Zhiyin and Mrs. Shang also came to watch together.

"I don't know what the Turks look like." Wang Cuizhen said, "Are they scary?"

Coincidentally, when the car was driving downstairs, the car curtain was blown by the wind, revealing a corner of the interior.

"This princess is here for nothing," Gu's mother said.

In those days, Turks could often be seen wandering down the side streets.

Li Mumu shook her head and said: "We really don't mean that. We were rejected by the saint."

When I come back, everyone in the Gu family has a bunch of questions to ask me.

If the Turks hoped that the Eighth Princess could instigate it and cause chaos within the Xiaoxi royal family, they could even get some of Xiaoxi's secrets.

The prince and the little prince probably have their own likes and dislikes, but they are somewhat like the eighth princess.

Since he was so incompetent, how could he easily fall into such an obvious conspiracy?

Li Mumu came back in the evening. Now that the Turks have withdrawn from Beijing, the small camp on the outskirts of Beijing where Li Mumu is located is also very busy.

"Yes, at that time you only had a quick glance and could only recognize a man, so you looked careless." Qi Qiongqing said, "Is this eighth princess so beautiful that the Turks are not confident that they can lead to a fight between the prince and the young prince?"

"This eighth princess is also pitiful. I'm afraid she will have to go back home from now on." We still don't know whether there will be a happy ending.

Li Mumu couldn't help but laugh, nodded and said: "Guess what, the saint said so too."

Li Mumu opened her mouth, feeling that I had to answer the question harshly, "It's special enough to make the prince and the young prince fight over it."

"If you have something to do, please help me put the tables together." The waiter said, and he found a waiter to join me, and then brought another table and put them together. "Sit down, please."

Negotiating peace is something that happens overnight, and there is no need to talk about it.

"This man is the eighth son of the Turkic Khan, but the sage clearly said that I am old enough to be your father, and I have not wanted to expand the front palace in recent years." Li Mumu said, "So I refused. "

Wang Cuizhen just inquired about that matter.

But it is possible for the Turks to push the princess back to the saint's front palace, if they want to push the princess to the incompetent prince.

"Is it possible that there really was a Turkic princess sitting in that car?" Wang Cuizhen asked curiously.

"What do you guys want to eat?" the waiter asked.

"That's right, he's better off being cautious." Wang Caiping nodded repeatedly.

If the prince and the eighth prince are so looked down upon by the Turks, it proves our ability.

Li Mumu: "..."

Bagatul looked at the waiter warmly for a long time. The waiter was so surprised that he muttered inwardly, are those guys going to take the opportunity to make trouble?

When the Turkic team passed by, we saw that the silent crowd had not dispersed, but they were still following us to see where we were staying.

"I know." Qi Qiongqing asked carefully if he really meant anything else.

"What's the matter?" Wang Cuizhen said, "You said it was fortunate that you delayed saying hello to Wangyou Daqi, just in case there were no men from the Turks to go outside the store and cause trouble."

After the Turks retreated from Beijing, they naturally lived in peace and quiet.

While eating, Wang Cuizhen asked: "Today the Turks left Beijing, you also went to the Shiwei Building to have a look. There is a man sitting in our carriage. Is he here to get married?"

"Mumu, what is he muttering about?" Gu Shangqing heard Wang Cuizhen's voice, but couldn't hear what you said.

If the eighth princess is honest and bad, if she really follows the Turks' plan, she may end up with a chronic illness.

"Did we ask the prince or the young prince to take in the princess or something?" Wang Cuizhen felt strange.

The Turkic general, Bagatul, glanced at the people in the store warmly and asked in broken Chinese with a strange tone: "Is there no room?"

Wang Cuizhen and others were already here, so they simply ate at the Shiwei Building before leaving.

"Yes, as long as the Eighth Princess stays in the capital, the Turks feel that we have no chance. If you use your identity as a saint and righteous man to stir up the fight between the little prince and the prince for you, it will be a bad thing for us."

"There really isn't that kind of classic plot." Wang Cuizhen muttered.

Zhang Caiping and others also kept worrying about it, until a Turkic general led his people to retreat and the Gu family had a big meal. The waiter who had a big meal in the Gu family actually put the worry in his heart, and secretly said in his heart: "Finally, here we are." ”

Wang Cuizhen nodded, and Li Mumu also knew that you believed it, so she added: "It's really special."

Talking so much makes me relaxed.

The eighth prince is possible. The prince and the young prince should be anyone.

"It's all for nothing, the saint took the eighth princess as his adopted son." Li Mumu said.

"The sage said that it would be bad if we could only engage in that kind of trick to win the stage. It means that we are not at the end of the road yet, and we have to use the method of sacrificing men. A few days ago, on the battlefield, our energy and spirit were better than ours. Xiaoxi."

A waiter later said: "Sir, ours is not a big store, we have a decent room. If you guys don't like it, you can sit there."

Everyone looked out of the windows and saw Turks riding tall horses, with their long hair braided into braids and hanging loosely on their shoulders.

There is also a car in the team, and I don’t know who is sitting in it.

"Here we come." Following Li Zhiyin's words, it felt like the street was noisy.

Qi Qiongqing couldn't help laughing, "After we proposed, the saint recognized the adopted son first, blocking our way forward."

Although Wang Cuizhen feels that the Turks have really succeeded in getting the eighth princess to live with the prince or the young prince, our goal has also been successful.

"Has he seen him?" Qi Qiongqing looked at Qi Qiongqing with her little eyes.

"..." Wang Cuizhen spoke for a while, then said, "How come the Turks are so humble in doing things?"

Although as a Turkic princess, it is definitely possible to become a prince's concubine or a concubine.

You can vaguely see a woman sitting inside. She has deep features and her skin is not very white, but she is not exotic at all.

Bagatul then led others to sit at the seat indicated by the waiter and said: "The seat is enough."