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

The forest was filled with poisonous fog, which lasted for a long time.

Ashina Ba's group may have received the antidote given by the King of Miao, as they have traveled such a long distance without any signs of poisoning.

Wen Ranyan's fingertips were lightly wrapped around a strand of hair, evil thoughts were intertwined in her eyes under the clouds and smoke, but the bottom of her eyes were dark and strange. Since this poisonous miasma was not too poisonous, she would add a little fuel to the fire.

As for whether Ashina Ba can hold on, it depends on his own luck.

Even if he managed to get through it, since it happened in Miao territory, the one who should be worried is the King of Miao. What does it have to do with her, Wen Ranyan?

Wen Ranyan smiled and raised his hand. Some fine powder quickly melted into the wind and mixed with the poisonous fog in the forest.

"Three, two, one..." She put her hand between her lips, her eyes full of excitement and joy after doing something bad.

As the words fell, the originally disciplined Turkic troops suddenly became chaotic.

The panicked cry suddenly resounded in the forest.

"Little Khan, are you okay?"

"Damn the Miaojiang King, all of this is his conspiracy!"

"If anything happens to the little Khan, our Turkic troops will definitely crush the Miao border."

The poison used by Wen Ranyan was so powerful that it took only a moment for it to take effect in the body. Even though Ashina Ba was a gray wolf of the grassland and was strong and robust, he became weak at this moment. Fortunately, he had the scimitar in his hand to support himself, so he did not look so miserable.

Wen Ranyan looked at her masterpiece with a smile, and gradually lost some interest as she listened to the angry curses of the Turkic soldiers.

She tucked in her brocade cloak and walked sideways into the deepest part of the poisonous forest.

A gust of wind blew, and her steps swayed gracefully. The golden bells on her ankles seemed to make lingering sounds, and gradually blended into the wind.

"Who's here?"

Ashinaba's slender black eyes flashed, and he looked around vigilantly, but all he saw was still the quiet and deep poisonous forest. At this moment, the poisonous forest seemed like a demon's cave with bared fangs and claws, luring them to embark on the road to the underworld.

But he clearly heard a crisp sound of a bell just now, so why couldn't he see anything?

Could it be that the poison had entered his heart and lungs, causing him to have hallucinations?

"Quick, go find the Miao King right away—"

Ashinaba knew that the situation was not good, so he gritted his teeth and relied on his perseverance to stumble deeper into the poisonous forest.

Wen Ranyan didn't care about Ashina Ba's affairs. She quickly crossed the poisonous forest and came to the territory that truly belonged to Miao.

The Miao people live in the mountains. When she raised her eyebrows, she saw the grand and magnificent scenery of mountains, flowing water and hanging waterfalls. It met with the scorching sun, and was instantly surrounded by mist, magnificent and hazy, as if it was a fairyland on earth.

Wen Ranyan stood on a high place and looked down, and saw stacked stilt houses among the lush trees, accompanied by lingering mist, which was quite mysterious and magnificent. That was the real residence of the Miao people.

Compared to the bustling and lively Beilang, she prefers a quiet place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Wen Ranyan lifted her skirt and walked briskly down the mountain.

The closer we got, the louder the noise became.

Beside the mountain, the Baishui River meanders, the stream tumbles, the windmills sway, and the stilt houses are all built with maple wood. They are soaked in the sunlight and are dyed with a layer of light golden mist.

The long street was crowded with people and lined with shops. Sheep skulls that had been shaved white were hung between the shops, creating an eerie and terrifying feeling.

Wen Ranyan adapted well, as if she had returned to her happy hometown.

When she left Beilang, she took a lot of silver with her. Now she found a restaurant to eat and drink, and she was really happy.

"In recent days, our village has been very lively, with many foreigners coming."

"Today, I heard some unusual movements in the poisonous forest. I looked carefully and found that the people coming were Turks. I only dared to watch from a distance and did not dare to move forward an inch."

"Let alone the Turks, didn't a lot of people from the Western Regions come the day before yesterday? It was quite a big scene. I think they must be some well-known figures from the Western Regions."

"Why do these foreigners come here? Could it be related to the change of our Miao king?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who were chatting happily fell silent.

"Shh, stop talking--"

The affairs of the Wang family were not something that these common people were allowed to discuss. To avoid getting into trouble, they all changed the subject and stopped talking about state affairs.

Wen Ranyan heard their words clearly. The Miao king changed his master?

Something interesting must have happened in the meantime.

Wen Ranyan's eyes were sparkling. The sour fish soup that she had thought was so delicious just now had lost its flavor at this moment.

Since I have nothing to do now, I might as well go and find out who the throne of the Miao King was given to.

She had a feeling that it must be an acquaintance.

In the most luxurious stilt house in Miaojiang Village.

There is a unique fragrance in the building built of maple wood. There are wooden walls on all four sides, decorated with white bone sheep heads hanging on the top and silver bells underneath. When the breeze blows, the crisp and pleasant sounds are heard, like the sound of a stream, which is beautiful and mysterious.

Yang Xuelian sat at the top, her gilded snow robe cascading down to the ground, her silver hair tied up high and adorned with golden hairpins and tassels. When the light flowed, it was sparkling and dazzling, and her dignity was shrouded in a divinity that could not be desecrated.

The down-and-out god who had been imprisoned in the Fengfu Cave for more than twenty years is now dressed in gorgeous clothes and adorned with golden hairpins. He has become superior and brilliant.

Yang Xuelian took a sip of tea from the cup, her voice vague and misty, "It's already this hour, why hasn't Ashinaba Khan arrived yet?"

"Maybe he was delayed on the way?"

The warm and gentle tone, accompanied by the sound of bells, enters the ears.

Hearing the voice, Yang Xuelian couldn't help but look at the person sitting below.

He was a Buddhist disciple wearing a snow-white cassock. He had never spoken since he came to Miaojiang. He just kept twisting a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads and reciting Sanskrit scriptures. Now he suddenly spoke, which surprised Yang Xuelian for a while.

The pouring sunlight, like a sky full of golden light, enveloped the Buddhists and made this mysterious stilt house full of Buddha nature. Even the air seemed to smell the fragrance of Buddha.

Yang Xuelian looked at his exquisite profile and said calmly, "Just don't be afraid to come."

Noticing the gaze, the Buddhist raised his eyes.

In an instant, their eyes met.

The Buddhist chuckled, "The Miao king is over-worrying. The Turks will never give up this great opportunity to attack."

His face, as picturesque as the distant mountains, was immersed in the sunlight. With just a slight smile, an indescribable Buddha nature and compassion flowed out. A dot of cinnabar light on the center of his eyebrows was graceful, noble as a lotus, and must not be desecrated.

Yang Xuelian also smiled: "The monarch of the Western Regions is really thinking far ahead."

The person in front of him is a Buddhist monk from the Western Regions and also the monarch of the royal court, Moka Lianhua.

Don't be fooled by his gentle, clear and compassionate appearance like the moon, he is actually more cold-blooded and murderous than anyone else. After all, how could a man who can sit on the throne of the monarch of the Western Regions be an indecisive and good-for-nothing?

The thirty-six countries in the Western Regions were already in chaos, and each had its own ulterior motives. How could he be a good person if he could break out of the siege?

Moka Lianhua curled his thin lips slightly, and just as he was about to say something else, he heard a chaotic shouting coming from outside the stilt house.

"Miaojiang King, you have harmed my Turkic Khan."

"Hand over the antidote quickly—"