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

From the day Helian Xiao sent him to Lingnan to suppress bandits, Feng Zhuyue knew that the emperor was going to take action against him.

On the surface, he followed the imperial edict and entered Lingnan, but in fact, he was gathering troops and preparing to find a chance to attack the Beilang Imperial City and force Helian Xiao to abdicate. Originally, everything was going on in an orderly manner according to his ideas.

But suddenly one day, he received the news that his mother had died. It was said that Feng Qiwu was also present that night, and Helian Xiao also took advantage of this incident to say that he was a traitor who wanted to avenge his mother.

At that time, the army was full of weapons and weapons, and they were as fierce as tigers, and they killed him by surprise.

Feng Zhuyue was forced to retreat step by step and thought he would die under a hail of arrows. Unexpectedly, his master Yang Xuelian came down from the sky like a god, rescued him from the brink of death, and placed him in a courtyard in Miaojiang.

Whether in his youth or now, his life was saved by Yang Xuelian. Now he has been brought news of the unrest in Beilang. This resentment in his heart finally has a place to vent.

Feng Zhuyue clenched her fists and immediately understood the situation: "Master, you are gathered here to discuss how to attack Beilang?"

"Zhu Yue has an unwelcome request. Can you let me lead the troops there?"

Feng Zhuyue waited for a long time but didn't get any response. He bit his lower lip, with anxiety in his eyes, and said, "I have an advantage over everyone else, because I will do my best to make them die!"

After he finished speaking, he clenched his fists even tighter. In an instant, his knuckles turned white and veins bulged. Even though his nails dug into his flesh and caused bleeding, he never relaxed for a moment.

Yang Xuelian looked at him deeply, with an unclear emotion in his eyes: "Master, I don't think you have no advantages, but I think that even if Beilang is in turmoil, this battle will not be easy to fight. If you are not careful, you will die on the battlefield and never come back. Master is worried about you."

Upon hearing this, Ashinaba's hair stood on end and he couldn't help feeling a little chilly.

Moka Lianhua, who was sitting on one side and chanting Buddhist scriptures, also frowned subconsciously.

If they had not seen Yang Xuelian's true face today, they would have really believed the words of deep love between master and disciple.

Feng Zhuyue was so moved that he felt warm in his heart and said, "Master, please let me go. I have nothing left now, only hatred. Even if I die, I will not let them rest in peace."

He has lost his home and cannot return to his country. He is now determined to die and vows to fight his enemies to the death.

Yang Xuelian half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long while, he sighed and said, "It seems that I can't persuade you. In this case, you should send the troops."

"Miaojiang, Turkic, and Western Regions will all send troops. You can lead this cavalry to fulfill your wish, but..."

Yang Xuelian changed the subject and seemed to be hesitant to speak for several times, as if he was in some difficulty.

Feng Zhuyue understood what he meant and said in a loud voice: "Master, don't worry. I will let these soldiers pretend to be my men. Then, even if they die on the battlefield, I will not let them doubt you at all."

"This is really hard for you..." Yang Xuelian's lips moved.

He had a lot to say, which showed that he had made up his mind, but when the words came to his lips, only a sigh remained.

Feng Zhuyue shook her head, murderous intent gathered in her eyes. For a moment, she was so impatient that she wanted to lead her troops to kill them one by one.

The moon is bright in the sky and the night breeze is blowing gently.

The swaying branches are reflected by the moonlight on the side screen, like a natural ink painting, mysterious and magnificent.

Wen Ranyan sat on a branch and heard their conversation clearly.

When they heard their words of deep affection between master and disciple, they could not help but sneer silently and were filled with ridicule.

Everyone here knows that Yang Xuelian is full of Buddhist words and is actually a Shura.

But only Feng Zhuyue regarded him as her savior, and as long as he said a word, Feng Zhuyue would be loyal to him.

It was clearly Yang Xue Lian who proposed that Feng Zhu Yue go to die, but at this moment, it seemed as if Feng Zhu Yue had volunteered to go, and she even took the initiative to cover up for him so that Bei Lang's anger would not fall on Yang Xue Lian.

It must be Yang Xuelian who made Feng Zhuyue believe that her mother died at the hands of Helian Xiao and Feng Qiwu.

He is really amazing. Even after leaving Feng Mansion, he can still make Feng Zhuyue run around in circles.

I'm afraid that even until his death, Feng Zhuyue is still remembering the kindness of his master. This method of playing with people's hearts is really terrifying.

The following conversation became boring. Wen Ranyan yawned and stood up to leave.

Suddenly, the cry of a falcon rang in my ears.

Wen Ranyan looked back suddenly and saw a falcon swooping towards her in the night sky. Its iron-like eagle claws emitted a sharp cold light under the moonlight, and it looked extremely ferocious.

She raised her eyes slightly, stepped lightly, and quietly retreated to the outskirts of the courtyard, but the bird of prey behind her was chasing her relentlessly.

Wen Ranyan landed on the eaves of a house on one side, her red clothes fluttering and her golden bells ringing melodiously.

A trace of murderous intent condensed in her eyes, and in an instant, the poisonous thread on her wrist seemed to have eyes and attacked the falcon through the air.

The blow carried with murderous intent seemed to be able to tear the sky apart.

Between the flashes of carbide——

Three silver needles hit the poisonous thread, and the fierce attack suddenly deviated. The falcon took advantage of this opportunity and landed steadily on a person's shoulder.

"I knew you were here to get information."

Sang Muye soothed the frightened falcon on his shoulder and stood on one leg on the eaves on the other side.

He was wearing a dark blue robe with silver bells ringing in the wind. There was no smile in his misty peach blossom eyes, but instead a bit of loneliness like the cold moon. He looked at Wen Ranyan with a half-smile, scrutiny and murderous intent bursting out.

The man who usually smiles and loves to act has now revealed his true colors.

Wen Ranyan felt the coldness in his eyes, but she was neither surprised nor afraid. Instead, she smiled even more brightly: "What does it matter whether they snoop or not? You opened the door wide, without hiding or avoiding anything, isn't that for people to hear?"

"I just listened to a few words because of your ideas, why can't it work?"

Sang Muye was almost laughing out of anger: "You are still so sweet-talking."

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered with charm, as if he was praising her.

She was not afraid of the cold look in Sang Muye's eyes and turned sideways to leave.

At that time, three more silver needles came out of the air and blocked her way.

Wen Ranyan's eyes fell on the three sharp silver needles, and her voice was gentle but strangely cold: "Why, do you want to kill me?"

But can he kill him?

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to…” The murderous intent in Sang Muye’s eyes disappeared immediately. He waved his hands repeatedly and returned to his usual friendly and playful appearance.

He just wanted to intimidate Wen Ranyan and stop her from snooping around. He had no intention of killing her to silence her.

Sang Muye was about to explain further when he heard a voice coming from the courtyard, and it was obvious that the person had noticed something.

His eyes turned slightly and his heart beat violently.

not good.

If Wen Ranyan were discovered by them, she would be in big trouble.

Sang Muye moved his thin lips slightly, and was about to speak out a warning, but found that Wen Ranyan had disappeared without a trace.

He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Yang Xuelian came following the sound.

In a moment, it reached him.

"What happened just now?" Yang Xuelian looked at him, his pale eyes seemed to be filled with frost.