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

Upon hearing this, Ashina Ba's eyes flashed with surprise: "Miaojiang King, do you really not want anything at all?"

Even Moka Lianhua, who had been reciting quietly, opened his eyes and looked up at Yang Xuelian, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Rather than the destruction of a powerful country, they are more interested in the rich materials inside, but Yang Xuelian does the opposite. All he wants is the destruction of Beilang, which is really surprising.

Seeing their surprise and doubt, Yang Xuelian said loudly: "It is true. If it is false, the heaven will punish you and the earth will destroy you, and you will not be reincarnated."

This blood oath swept through the building and was clearly audible.

Ashina Ba frowned and was shocked again.

Moka Lianhua originally thought he was joking, but when she saw the true hatred in his eyes, she realized he was serious.

But what kind of deep hatred could make him willing to give up the abundant resources in Beilang?

What kind of entanglement is there between him and Beilang?

Although Moke Lianhua had some doubts in her heart, she was not the type to ask questions until she got to the bottom of it. She just spoke softly based on the current situation, "The promise of the Miaojiang King is really tempting, but the secret guards I sent over sent me news that Feng Qiwu has captured Helian Xiao in the palace outside the city."

"It should have been a bloody road for the emperor, but he didn't spend any soldiers. This shows that Feng Qiwu is cunning and ruthless. Beilang is still a tough nut to crack. If we join forces to attack now, I'm afraid that none of the three parties will gain any benefit."

Moka Lianhua's gentle voice slowly spread throughout the building, accompanied by the clear moon, moistening people's hearts.

Ashina Ba responded: "This news is not a secret. Today, I also got it. Attacking Beilang at this time is really a bad idea. What do you think, King of Miaojiang?"

The moon was at its zenith, and the clear moon was wandering outside the building. The white frost on the ground shone through the window paper, making the figures of the three people look even more slender.

There were gusts of breeze and the silver bells on the walls jingled, making crisp and ethereal sounds.

Yang Xuelian looked at the two people in front of him through the candlelight. After a long while, he finally spoke: "So what if Helian Xiao has been captured? The people of Beilang are most particular about rules and etiquette. Feng Qiwu is not a member of the royal family, so how can he legitimately ascend the throne?"

"Even if he insists on doing it his own way, will the entire court, the civil and military officials, and even the entire Beilang people believe him? That will be the beginning of the real civil strife in Beilang. This opportunity is rare. If we don't seize it, I'm afraid it will be hard to get another chance."

There seemed to be a hint of temptation unique to the Miao people hidden in Yang Xuelian's ethereal and clear voice. These seductive words penetrated into people's hearts bit by bit, making people extremely conflicted.

There were sounds of conversation inside the building, but outside there was a dark shadow lying on the eaves, quietly listening to what they were talking about.

Wen Ranyan lay there quietly, gnawing on a chicken leg in her hand.

I have to say that Yang Xuelian is really good at bewitching people. No wonder he could cause such chaos in Feng Mansion.

Even she felt a little eager to do something after hearing his words, let alone others who already had ambitions.

The conversation in the building continued, and Wen Ranyan continued to listen attentively.

"…But these are nothing but the speculations of the Miao king. I am shouldering not only the glorious mission, but also the millions of Turkic people. If I insist on going my own way today, victory would be great, but if I lose, millions of Turkic people will be in dire straits, and the Turks will also lose their morale and fall apart." Ashina Ba was hidden in the candlelight, his voice heavy and cold.

Moka Lianhua also expressed his opinion: "What the little Khan said is exactly what I think."

He twisted the Buddhist beads, smiling and full of compassion, "I don't know what kind of entanglement the Miaojiang King has with Beilang that made you so desperate, not for the people but for yourself. Based on this point, the Miaojiang King and we may not be on the same path."

How can we talk about cooperation if we have different paths?

Hearing this polite refusal, Yang Xuelian suddenly laughed: "I know your concerns. Perhaps, we don't need to send troops openly. We can send one person to test the situation first."

"If they are truly in chaos, we will send troops. If they are still strong, we will discuss further."

After he finished speaking, Yang Xuelian sat upright at the head, confident and determined.

Ashinaba frowned and said, "Probing? Does the Miaojiang King have someone he can use? Won't that make Feng Qiwu suspicious of us?"

Moke Lianhua was really curious and couldn't help but smile: "What kind of strange person did the Miaojiang King get? Don't hide it."

"Please move over and follow me." Yang Xuelian said as he stood up. His gilded snow robe dragged on the ground, his silver hair fell to his waist, and he was surrounded by a fairy aura, with an extraordinary temperament.

Ashinaba and Moka Lianhua looked at each other, then stood up and followed him.

Seeing this, Wen Ranyan, who was on the eaves, followed quietly.

She wanted to see who the strange man in Yang Xuelian's hand was.

Several people moved to a courtyard.

The courtyard is simple, but is surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, which sway gracefully under the moonlight and emit a lingering fragrance.

Yang Xuelian pushed open the gate.

With a "squeak" sound.

Every scene and object in the courtyard catches the eye in an instant.

There was a man dancing with a sword under the moon. He was dressed in blue and had a handsome face. The light was bright and the moon was clear. He moved his sword as gracefully as a swimming dragon and as elegant as a startled swan.

After Wen Ranyan saw the man's face clearly, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

Why is it him?

Hearing the footsteps, Feng Zhuyue looked back alertly. When he saw the person coming, a hint of joy flashed across his eyes: "Master!"

When he saw the two people behind Yang Xuelian, he couldn't help but look surprised: "Is this the little Khan of the Turkic people and the monarch of the Western Regions?"

How could two people of such noble status come here?

Yang Xuelian did not hide it, "That's right, have you gotten used to living in Miaojiang these days?"

"I'm used to it." Feng Zhuyue's thin lips moved slightly.

He was tall and slender, with a graceful figure, as beautiful as jade under the gentle breeze and bright moon. However, because he was not wearing his usual fine clothes, he looked a little dishevelled and tired.

He is now a stray dog ​​forced into such a situation by Bei Lang. Fortunately, he was rescued by Yang Xuelian. It is a blessing to have a place to stay. How can he have the right to say whether he is used to it or not?

Ashina Ba and Moka Lianhua also recognized the person in front of them. It was the famous King of Nanyang in Beilang, Feng Zhuyue.

He is also Feng Qiwu's biological brother.

It would be best if he led the troops to Beilang for exploration.

This is a drama of brothers fighting for the throne, how could they be suspected? Yang Xuelian's move is really ingenious.

"Master, are you here to discuss something important with me?" Feng Zhuyue felt that something big was going to happen, so she lowered her expression unconsciously.

In case the walls had ears, several people went inside the house.

Yang Xuelian opened his mouth and spoke: "Recently, Helian Xiao and Feng Qiwu have been fighting each other. This is when Beilang is at its weakest. Your mother died at the hands of Helian Xiao and Feng Qiwu, and you were almost forced to lose your life by Helian Xiao. I know you want revenge..."

"Now, the opportunity has come—"

Hearing this, Feng Zhuyue's eyes trembled, and finally, the condensed hatred rushed to the sky: "I dream of attacking Beilang and killing them!"