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

The midsummer wind made people feel uncomfortable, but Sang Muye's sudden question made a chill flow in the air.

He is testing.

Test how much she knows.

Wen Ranyan looked at him calmly. After a while, she smiled even more beautifully, with a bit of blank innocence in her eyes: "Snitch? What can I tell? Is there any secret here?"

Suddenly, petals started to float in the air and landed on Wen Ranyan's shoulders, making her look even more fragile, innocent, slender and thin.

"Of course there are no secrets here. I was just teasing you. Do you take it seriously?" The sharpness in Sang Muye's eyes faded away and he smiled heartily, and it was unknown whether his doubts had been dispelled.

Wen Ranyan didn't take his thoughts to heart at all. She leaned back lazily and comfortably, which made her look even calmer and more open-minded.

"Where did you get the red fruit in your hand? Is it sweet?" When she had time, she glanced at the red fruit in his hand, looking like she really wanted to eat it.

Unexpectedly, she would ask this question. Sang Muye was stunned for a moment, then took out another red fruit and threw it into her hand. His peach blossom eyes turned and said, "It's so sweet. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?"

His tone was too exaggerated and his smile was particularly strange, as if he was maliciously tempting her to eat something bad.

Most people might hesitate, but Wen Ranyan took a bite without hesitation.

Seeing this, the smile in Sang Muye's eyes froze a little. It was clearly a time to be alert, but she did not hesitate at all. However, she could be very cunning and it was hard to guard against her.

He had met many people, and he could see through some of them at a glance, but she was obviously just a young girl, but he couldn't see through her at all.

Wen Ranyan's red lips curled lightly, her charming eyes smiling like stars and moons: "It's really sweet and crisp."

Sang Muye casually threw away the fruit core, wiped the fruit stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Of course, this is a fruit tree that has been grown in our Miao area for hundreds of years. It grows in a place with plenty of sunshine, so it is naturally sweet, crisp and delicious, which makes people linger."

Wen Ranyan ate the fruit seriously and did not agree with him.

Sang Muye couldn't stand the loneliness, and kept chirping in her ear like a bird: "How long do you plan to stay in Miaojiang, or do you want to live here permanently?"

"It's not impossible to live here for a long time." Wen Ranyan said ambiguously.

Sang Muye came a little closer, very curious: "Where do you want to live? Have you found a place?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "You asked so carefully, are you still trying to find me a place to live?"

"It's not impossible." Sang Muye curled his lips and returned the ambiguous words to her.

Wen Ranyan was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore and leaned more lazily, but her eyes never left the stilt house. She was very capable of multitasking without revealing anything.

Suddenly, Sang Muye's warm breath approached, and the young boy's unique bewitching tone suddenly sounded in his ears, so detailed and precise that it seemed to come from the endless deep sea, vast and dangerous.

"Tell me, Ashina Ba was suddenly poisoned. Was it you who did it?"

The topic suddenly changed, and even the air was filled with a stagnant chill.

Wen Ranyan's smile remained unchanged, but a barely perceptible cold murderous intent flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She asked why he suddenly started chatting with her.

I originally wanted to wait for her to let her guard down and then get her to talk.

If it were someone else, this sudden question might startle them and make them reveal the truth, but Wen Ranyan was the best at playing with people's hearts, so how could he possibly let himself be played with?

She hid the coldness in her eyes, looked into his peach blossom eyes, and said with a smile: "Why are you joking with me again? Ashina Ba and I have no grudges, so how could I risk my life to poison him?"

"Do you think I'm tired of living and want to fight against the Turkic army alone?"

Wen Ranyan's red lips opened and closed, and colorful petals fell on her nose at the right time. The beauty was lingering and affectionate, and for a moment she was more delicate than flowers and more beautiful than the mountain moon.

She lay happily on the branch, her black hair as silky as silk scattered all over the place, with bell ornaments adorning her hair, shining brightly.

Looking at it this way, she is really pretty and harmless, and any speculation or testing seems like bullying.

Sang Muye blinked his eyes and was speechless for a moment, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt.

"I just came here as a guest on a whim, and you're doubting and testing me... or are you saying that you Miao people don't welcome me?" Wen Ranyan raised an eyebrow, and directly used a tactic of retreating to advance, turning the tables.

Sang Muye waved his hands repeatedly: "How can that be possible? Of course you are welcome, a million times more."

Wen Ranyan's eyes were filled with light and darkness, and finally condensed into a puzzled smile: "That's it, don't say those tempting words to me anymore."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sang Muye asked, looking at her back.

Wen Ranyan raised her hand and walked away as casually as the wind: "I'm hungry, let's go find something to eat."

When her figure completely disappeared, Sang Muye's smile faded completely. A cold light flashed in his misty peach blossom eyes, and his inquiry and scrutiny became even more intense.

Since I'm just a guest, how could I have specially found such a good view position?

The people of Miaojiang are the best at misleading people, and they should not be underestimated.

A palace on the outskirts of Beilang City.

The palace was magnificent and luxurious. Even the brocades and embroideries hanging on the four jade walls were painted with gold threads. The floor was covered with colored glaze and embedded with gems. Under the slanting sunlight, it shone brightly like the bright moon over the mountains and rivers.

This palace was built by Helian Xiao many years ago. It was a huge waste of money and labor, and there were many complaints about it, but he just wanted to enjoy himself. What does it have to do with him what happens to the people's livelihood?

He doesn't come here often, and only when he is extremely happy does he come here to indulge himself.

In the palace, seductive music was playing, dancers were singing and dancing gracefully, the shark fin gauze on all sides ruffled the dancers' graceful figures, slender and soft in the hand, the gauze fluttered in the wind, the fragrance spread everywhere, it was like a pool of wine and a forest of meat.

Helian Xiao held the golden cup in his hand, and gulped down the wine, becoming intoxicated.

Eunuch Desheng stood aside and filled his glass of wine.

Helian Xiao suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with light: "The general I sent sent me news that Feng Qiwu had been hanged by him in a small border town. Now, he is returning to the capital to bring back the traitor's body."

"You said, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Upon hearing the news, all the anxiety and nightmares he had been having for the past few days disappeared, and he fell into a sweet sleep that night. He was so happy that he couldn't help but come to the palace to indulge himself.

With Feng Qiwu's death, his throne was secure and he no longer had to toss and turn and worry about wild ideas.

Eunuch Desheng laughed and said, "How could it be a dream? I saw it clearly yesterday. That's what the general said in his letter."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on having your wish fulfilled. The traitor Feng Qiwu has returned to hell."

Helian Xiao burst into laughter, "Good, good, good death..."

That traitor should go to the eighteen levels of hell and never be reincarnated.

At that time, the sound of guqin was melodious, stringed instruments were graceful, and the dancers were picking flowers with their bare hands, which was even more enchanting and heart-stirring.

Helian Xiao was sipping the fine wine and gradually getting into the mood.

But at this moment, the hissing sound of weapons colliding suddenly resounded outside the palace -

Helian Xiao didn't care at first, thinking it was just an auditory hallucination due to drunkenness, but when the sounds of fighting became more intense and loud screams cut through the sky, he could no longer sit still.

"Why is there such a commotion? Do you think I'm dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang.