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

The blood-stained red door was violently torn open by something, and the strong smell of blood overwhelmed the fragrance of the woman's makeup and covered the sky and the earth.

Immediately afterwards, a hideous corpse with thousands of arrows piercing its heart was thrown in from nowhere. In an instant, blood paved the road, flowing in a winding manner.

"what--"

The dancer who was dancing gracefully was so frightened when she saw this that she collapsed to the ground and screamed.

Helian Xiao was completely sober. Seeing this, he was furious and said, "Someone, come here, take down the assassin for me—"

Do they all want to learn from Feng Qiwu and become a traitor, bringing chaos to the country?

OK OK.

It just so happens that we can catch them all in one fell swoop today, confiscate their properties and exterminate their clans, and make an example of them to scare the monkeys. Let’s see who dares to covet this throne in the future?

But Helian Xiao called out for a long time, but no one came to protect him.

At that moment, the area outside the palace where fierce fighting was taking place became unusually quiet, as if all the noise just now was an illusion, if the corpse on the ground was ignored.

Helian Xiao frowned, feeling panicky for no reason.

Logically speaking, the silence might mean that the thief had been subdued, but he always felt that things were not that simple, and the panic in his heart was extremely familiar. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would find it difficult to fall asleep because of Feng Qiwu's incident and was terrified.

Now, this familiar feeling comes again. Could it be that Feng Qiwu is not dead?

"Your Majesty is in such a good mood that he is enjoying singing and dancing in this palace, living a life of drunkenness and dreams, and is truly having a great time."

Just as Helian Xiao was thinking about it, a male voice as terrifying as a ghost suddenly rang out in the palace, coming with the wind and penetrating every corner.

Helian Xiao's back stiffened. The world seemed so vast but it seemed that only this voice remained in his ears.

Feng Qiwu, is he really not dead?

He raised his eyes stiffly little by little as if struck by lightning. When he met a pair of smiling deep eyes, all the heat in his limbs faded away, and he shivered subconsciously because of the cold.

Is he really not dead?

What about the battle report that the general sent last night?

"Your Majesty, are you thinking about the battle report?"

"I deliberately asked someone to write it and sent it to you overnight, just to make you happy. After all, this kind of happiness is rare, and I'm afraid you will never feel it again in the future."

Feng Qiwu came against the light, his sparkling red robe fluttering in the wind, his black hair dancing in the wind. The half-colorful glow of the sunset made his face look like a spring flower, so bright and gorgeous that the heaven and earth were eclipsed by it.

Although he had a smile on his face, the murderous and cold aura around him did not subside in the slightest. He just held the sword in his hand and walked step by step towards Helian Xiao.

Helian Xiao was horrified and subconsciously took a few steps back: "Feng Qiwu, you are deceiving the emperor...!"

Feng Qiwu stood in front of him, his eyes looking down upon him, his aura overwhelming: "So what if I deceive the king? Besides, after today, do you think you will still be the king?"

He said this lightly, his tone as casual, smiling and full of sarcasm as usual.

Helian Xiao's eyes widened and he trembled. He was obviously very angry. "Feng Qiwu, what do you mean by that? Do you really want to rebel?"

He knew that Feng Qiwu was an ambitious man and had coveted the throne for a long time, but he never expected that Feng Qiwu's life was so tough. He had clearly sent thousands of troops, so why couldn't he take down the traitor's head?

They are all a bunch of good-for-nothings!

"Your Majesty has charged me with treason out of thin air and sent people to kill me. Wouldn't it be foolish for me to surrender?" Feng Qiwu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he approached step by step: "Since this is the case, why don't I prove the crime? Anyway, I'm at the end of my rope, so I might as well give it a try."

Helian Xiao felt a breath of air stuck in his chest. His lips moved, but in the end he could only bluff and shouted, "Feng Qiwu, you are so presumptuous."

"As the saying goes, if the ruler wants his subjects to die, they must die. This has been the case since ancient times. And you have crossed the line and murdered people. Even if you take over this position, do you really think that the world will recognize you as an illegitimate emperor?"

"You will only become an eternal sinner and be cursed by the world!"

After he finished speaking, Helian Xiao's eyes were red with anger, and he frantically pushed Feng Qiwu away in front of him, trying to find help.

But just as he ran to the red gate, he found that the palace had been surrounded tightly. The palace had been blocked on all sides, and not even a fly could fly out.

The royal guards he brought with him had already been slaughtered, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

In this huge palace, he has become a prisoner with no way to escape.

"Where are the people? Where are my people? How could this happen?"

The light that burned in Helian Xiao's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he collapsed to the ground like a defeated rooster, exhausted, crying and laughing, looking a little crazy.

He was the emperor of Beilang, but he had no one to use at such a critical moment.

Feng Qiwu deliberately tricked him out of the palace to let him relax his vigilance and let him take only a few imperial guards with him. If he was in the heavily guarded palace, there was no way Feng Qiwu could easily march in.

He was defeated, completely defeated.

Feng Qiwu approached, looked down at him, and said in a leisurely manner: "Since ancient times, the change of dynasties has always been a common thing. The throne is occupied by the capable. Your Majesty has been enjoying himself to the fullest in the past few years on the throne, and there are many complaints. If I do better than Your Majesty, the world will praise me. How can they spit on me?"

"I am the emperor. I am the emperor of Beilang..." Helian Xiao stared at him woodenly, smiling desolately, with terrible hatred in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's time to abdicate." Feng Qiwu had no expression on his face and swung his sword down.

There was a "clang" sound.

The imperial crown worn by Helian Xiao was chopped into pieces by the sword energy. Suddenly, his black hair scattered and he looked as miserable as a ghost.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell to the ground like a madman, trying to piece together the broken crown.

He is the emperor of Beilang. Feng Qiwu is not worthy of him, and he will never be worthy of him——

into the night.

The stilt house was bright as day, and full of people.

Because Ashinaba had been poisoned during the day and was not in good spirits, they postponed their plan to the evening.

At that time, Ashina Ba was sitting below, his body straight, his eyes sharp, like a sword ready to strike, it seemed that he had recovered well.

"King of Miaojiang, let me make it short. What is the purpose of your visiting card?" Ashina Ba's black eyes swept across suddenly, half of his face was reflected in the candlelight, and an icy coldness instantly swept through the building.

Moka Lianhua was twirling the Buddhist beads and reciting the Buddhist scriptures with her eyes closed, peacefully and gently.

Yang Xuelian and Ashina Ba looked at each other and smiled faintly, "I'm sure you two have heard about the unrest in Beilang. What I mean is, why don't we take advantage of the internal turmoil and cooperate with each other to send troops from three sides to surround Beilang."

"By then, they won't have dealt with their internal turmoil, and will be attacked from outside. They will be at our mercy and will be eaten up by us."

Yang Xuelian's voice was very faint. Even though he spoke bloodthirsty and cruel words, he still had the demeanor of an immortal, otherworldly and ethereal.

Ashina Ba then asked: "Since we are talking about cooperation, how should the rich materials in Beilang be distributed? Let's also talk about it."

They chose Beilang because of its rich resources, but if there were disagreements on the distribution, there would be no point in discussing cooperation.

After all, as long as Feng Qiwu is alive, even if Beilang is in chaos, it will still be an iron wall. Even if the three parties cooperate, they will suffer heavy losses.

"I don't need the supplies. You two can divide them equally. I only want Beilang to be destroyed—"

The smile in Yang Xuelian's eyes froze, and suddenly a cold and fierce look accompanied by a deep hatred was revealed.