After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The capital of Beilang is far away from Lingnan, which is a desolate and smoky place where criminals are exiled. There are many dangers along the way. Even if you walk at a fast speed, it will take four or five days to get there.

The mighty army marched all the way to Panyu City, with dust flying as the cavalry crossed the border.

Feng Qiwu sat on her horse, her black cloak with gold threads fluttering in the wind, and the thin red dress underneath was alluring, which made her look extremely beautiful under the bright sunlight.

The officials of Panyu City had already received the news from above. They opened the city gates wide and welcomed Feng Qiwu into the city.

The flags were fluttering, the sounds of cavalry were heard, and the leading horse broke through the dust like a bolt of lightning, and Feng Qiwu's majestic and imposing figure appeared before people.

He held the reins, looked around disdainfully, a leisurely smile etched on his flawless face. He stopped nonchalantly, waiting for the officials to escort him into the city.

That attitude was so arrogant and disrespectful that the officials were angry but dared not say anything. They could only greet him respectfully and put on a show of pretending to be nice.

"All officials of Fanyu City are here to welcome Lord Feng."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu lowered his eyelids and then looked them in the eye.

After a while, he said in a lazy tone and unpredictable emotions: "You are so careless. The city gate is open like this. Are you really welcoming me? Or do you want to signal Feng Zhuyue to attack the city?"

The laughter was full of sarcasm. The officials' faces turned pale and red when they heard it. Although they were angry, they dared not say a word.

The leader, Lord Zhang, was the lord of a city. He immediately concealed his displeasure and said with a respectful smile, "Lord Feng, you are really a joker. We are loyal to Beilang and to Your Majesty. How could we do such a stupid and foolish thing? We just got the news from above and knew that Lord Feng suddenly sent troops here, so we calculated the time and waited here."

Feng Qiwu raised her eyelids slightly and looked at him with a half-smile.

This glance was light and seemed to have no weight, but Lord Zhang felt it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it made him feel so cold that he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Dust was rustling by. The weather was originally scorching hot, but now it had a bit of chilliness, which made people feel daunting.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Qiwu raised her lips slightly and said in a leisurely voice, "My lords, you are really thoughtful. It is not appropriate to talk outside the city. Let's go inside."

Lord Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately led them into the city.

The cavalry led by Feng Qiwu were all elite soldiers. The ground shook wherever they passed by, and their momentum was magnificent. Lord Zhang and several officials were waiting on the side, and they were so shocked that they felt panic in their hearts.

Several people exchanged glances, their expressions were complicated and seemed to be hiding a lot of little thoughts.

Feng Qiwu came all the way to Lingnan to suppress the rebels. Now that it is dark, it is natural to give him a welcome and a warm reception.

The starry sky is vast and the cuckoo's voice is heard.

However, in the city of Fanyu, there was singing and dancing. Crystal gauze floated in the waterside pavilions of the brothels, smoke curled up from the golden lion incense burners, and there were delicious food, graceful dancers, and melodious music. The city was full of luxury and extravagance, with wine and women feasting on the table.

Feng Qiwu sat at the top, his red robe spread out on the ground, his posture lazy. He lightly held the white jade wine glass in his hand, looking more and more nonchalant.

He remained silent, and Lord Zhang and the others did not dare to laugh or talk loudly. The atmosphere at the banquet became weird for a while.

After several silences, Feng Qiwu finally raised his eyes and said slowly, "How is the war situation in Lingnan? Where is the rebel that Your Majesty mentioned hiding now?"

After he finished speaking, he chuckled, and there seemed to be a hint of contempt and mockery in his black eyes.

This question came suddenly. Lord Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied: "Earlier, the rebel Feng Zhuyue successfully wiped out the mountain bandits. Now, they are using the bandit mountain as a base, hiding in it, waiting for the opportunity."

The music was soft and lingering, while the golden light made Feng Qiwu's eyes dim and flickering, and seemed to bring out a sharpness as sharp as a knife.

Lord Zhang was in a state of panic. He clenched his hands, thought for a moment and said, "The terrain of Bandit Mountain is complex and easy to defend but difficult to attack. We have sent troops to encircle and suppress them, but we failed. Now, with Lord Feng's military prowess and unique moves, we will surely be able to kill the rebels on the spot."

"I, your subjects, would like to congratulate Lord Feng on his triumphant return after defeating thousands of enemies."

Mr. Zhang boasted a lot, speaking in an exaggerated manner, and then raised his glass to toast.

Feng Qiwu's eyes passed over the white jade cup in his hand, and finally fell on Lord Zhang, and he smiled with an ambiguous meaning: "Then I will thank Lord Zhang for his good words."

His thin lips moved slightly, and he drank the wine in the glass in front of everyone.

Lord Zhang's eyes flickered, and he smiled more comfortably, saying, "Although Lingnan is a barren land, there are still countless delicacies in Fanyu City. Today, the rebels have not made trouble, and it is a rare quiet day. Lord Feng, why don't you drink and eat more? You can't waste this good time."

Feng Qiwu's eyes flickered as she smiled faintly, "What you said makes a lot of sense."

The atmosphere at the banquet was just right, with wine clinking and music playing in the air.

After three rounds of drinking, Feng Qiwu seemed drunk and made an excuse to go back to his room to rest.

The officials, led by Lord Zhang, watched him leave.

Feng Qiwu's cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were blurry, and his steps were unsteady. He really looked like a drunk. But when he walked out of the waterside pavilion and came to the dark and sheltered place, the drunkenness on his face disappeared completely, and his eyes were as clear and cold as ice.

He used his inner strength to force the wine out, with a cold, playful look flickering in his eyes, looking as terrifying as a ghost in the night.

Qi Jiuzhu put a cloak on him, frowned and said coldly: "They are so bold that they dare to put something in the host's wine."

Feng Qiwu curled her lips and smiled, but her eyes were strangely cold: "Of course they dare not, but the one sitting high on the dragon throne may not let go of this great opportunity."

"Is the master okay?" Qi Jiuzhu frowned even deeper.

Feng Qiwu played with the laces of his cloak and said in a light tone: "It's just some ordinary cartilage powder, it won't be fatal, but... if it strikes at a critical moment, you will be like a lamb to be slaughtered in an instant, without any ability to fight back."

Helian Xiao intended to eliminate him, so naturally he had to make many preparations.

But he was too hasty to do such a stupid thing as asking people to openly give away things. These are taboos for emperors. One wrong step will lead to all wrong steps, which will only end in a complete failure.

The tactics on the chessboard change rapidly, and even a vast swath of land can be overturned.

Feng Qiwu gazed at the moon in the pavilion from afar, with a cold smile in her eyes that penetrated into her bones.

At that time, the night wind was still, but suddenly a burst of tiny sounds came from the distant grass, and the crows were shivered for a moment, and the wind surged and fell.

Feng Qiwu took a quick glance and murderous intent immediately arose.

Qi Jiuzhu, who was behind him, was about to make a move when he saw Sijin, who was supposed to be in Beilangjing, coming out from the bushes covered in dust and with a look of panic and haste in her eyes.

"Why are you here?" Qi Jiuzhu pressed down the scabbard and asked in surprise, "Shouldn't you be in Beijing accompanying your wife?"

Feng Qiwu also looked at her, his brows slightly furrowed, his scrutiny growing more intense.

When she met his gaze, Sijin felt a chill coming over her. Her legs trembled with fear and she knelt on the ground in a moment, not daring to look up again.

She opened her lips slightly and said in a trembling voice, "Master, Madam... Madam left a letter and disappeared..."