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

As the night wind blew by, Yang Xuelian's murderous questioning became clearer.

Sang Muye felt a slight chill on his spine, but he still forced himself to look him in the eye, and said with a smile as usual: "I don't know where this little wild cat came from, it's so fat and cute, I couldn't help but chase it, but it ran away."

"...This made a little noise, but did it disturb your uncle and I from discussing important matters?" He huddled to one side holding the falcon, looking pitiful as if he had done something wrong.

"Really?" Yang Xuelian asked back, her eyes cast upon him with scrutiny and growing chill.

Sang Muye nodded anxiously, and the falcon in his arms seemed to have a spirit and began to shake its head.

Yang Xuelian looked him up and down, his eyes were indifferent, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, or what he meant. "What we are discussing today is extremely important. I don't want outsiders to hear it. Do you understand?"

Sang Muye blinked his eyes, his bewilderment revealing innocence: "How could there be a stranger? It's really just a kitten passing by."

Yang Xuelian stared at him for a long while but did not detect any clues in his eyes. Perhaps he was too sensitive and he really was just a useless stray cat passing by.

Yang Xuelian frowned slightly and said in a sharp voice: "If you are a wild cat, don't make such a big noise."

"I know, I know..." Sang Muye nodded hurriedly.

Seeing that there was no movement around, Yang Xuelian flew to the hut again to discuss important matters. In order to reassure Ashinaba and Moko Lianhua, he explained the incident with the wild cat.

Sang Muye looked at their reflections on the paper window, and his stiff back finally relaxed.

He held the falcon in his arms and breathed heavily, and there seemed to be a hint of darkness flowing in his eyes.

Since the day he found Yang Xuelian, he knew that his once gentle and willful uncle was no longer there.

The person in front of me is just the King of Miao.

Beilang Palace.

The sky was covered with clouds and mist, and there was only a crescent moon, clear and bright. The bright moonlight was moving between the jade buildings and palaces, and it shone obliquely on the gilded gauze window along with a branch of crimson flowers outside the palace.

The inky color spreads out, the moonlight is graceful, and it is also the most brilliant and gorgeous color of the night.

In the inner hall, crepes flutter in the air, tasseled goat-horn lamps emit a bright glow, sandalwood curls from the golden lion incense burner, and silky smoke lingers, making it seem like a dream.

Feng Qiwu sat high on the throne, holding a glass cup in his hand and sipping fine wine.

He leaned lazily, his red robe dragging on the ground. The lights flickered on his body, and in an instant he looked as beautiful as a painting, with a gorgeous face.

"Ho ho ho..."

Suddenly, a sudden, hoarse humming sound was heard, immediately breaking the silence in the room.

Following the sound, I saw an old water vat with carved patterns placed in the center of the hall.

A human head popped out of the water tank.

The whimpering sound just now came from this head.

"Too noisy." Feng Qiwu's sinister gaze swept over, and in an instant, he met the head.

Under the brilliant light, the face of the head became clearer and clearer. It was Helian Xiao who was forced to abdicate that day.

At this time, Helian Xiao had long lost his former dignity and majesty. His eyes were gouged out, his tongue was pulled out, his limbs were chopped off, and he was turned into a human pig and stuffed into a dilapidated water tank.

The tank was filled with salt water, and his wound was exposed. When it touched the flowing salt water, he grimaced in pain.

But his mouth and tongue were empty, and he could only make hoarse, hissing sounds.

"You are very unwilling and want to die, right?" Feng Qiwu sat on the gorgeous throne, holding a glass wine cup in his hand, a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Helian Xiao's neighing became more intense and harsher.

He looked nonchalantly at the inhuman Helian Xiao, the corners of his mouth curved into a wonderful arc, and he smiled slowly: "Don't worry, I won't let you die. I will use precious herbs to keep you alive every day. After all, this road to becoming an emperor is lonely, and there should always be someone familiar to enjoy it with me."

"Tell me, have I been good to you?" Feng Qiwu waved the glass cup and deliberately slowed down his tone.

Helian Xiao was so excited when he heard this that he wanted to climb out of the water tank and drown the madman Feng Qiwu.

He originally thought that he would be killed by Feng Qiwu's sword in the palace that day, but he never expected that Feng Qiwu had such a sinister intention.

It was not enough to torture him, they also turned him into a human pig.

The dignified Emperor of Beilang has fallen to such a state that he wishes he could die immediately, but he just can't die.

"Ho ho ho ho..."

Helian Xiao kept twisting his body, and the old water tank made a rattling sound.

Feng Qiwu admired his haggard appearance with great joy, the curve of her thin lips becoming bigger and deeper.

At this moment, the crazy smile in his eyes was even more dazzling than the bright light.

"Master, the golden lock you ordered the locksmith to make is now finished."

When Qi Jiuzhu entered the palace, what he saw was him laughing.

He seemed to be in a good mood, but he was particularly creepy.

Qi Jiuzhu suddenly shuddered, and when he saw Helian Xiao in the water tank, he felt a chill all over his body and his heart was filled with fear.

"Bring it here and let me see it." Feng Qiwu waved at him.

Qi Jiuzhu carefully walked around the water tank in the center of the hall and went straight towards Feng Qiwu.

The wound on Helian Xiao's body in the water tank was already oozing pus and blood. After being soaked in water day after day, it had already become swollen and white. When he passed by, a strong fishy smell hit his face, making him almost unable to keep a straight face.

Qi Jiuzhu took a deep breath and handed the golden lock steadily to Feng Qiwu.

"It looks exquisite, and the workmanship is extraordinary." Feng Qiwu looked at the golden lock in his hand and smiled in an obscure way.

Without saying a word, he put the golden lock on his wrist. In a moment, the golden lock seemed to come alive and could shrink according to the size of his wrist until it was the right size.

Qi Jiuzhu couldn't help but marvel at such amazing craftsmanship.

"Cut it with a sword." Feng Qiwu curled his lips and spoke slowly.

Qi Jiuzhu naturally did not dare to overstep the line, but Feng Qiwu's gaze was so deep and terrifying that he could not bear the pressure and had to swing his sword and chop it down.

"Dang Cang——"

The long sword was broken, but the golden lock was intact.

Qi Jiuzhu was shocked. How could it be so strong?

Feng Qiwu stroked the intact golden lock, her smile became more and more long and her voice became more and more tender: "It is indeed a good thing. The sword is not broken. Without the matching key, it can't be opened anyway."

As he spoke, he opened the golden lock and carefully hid it in an exquisite treasure box. He then asked again, "How is the secret room going?"

Qi Jiuzhu replied: "It's almost done and will be completed soon."

Feng Qiwu nodded, a smile spreading in his eyes, but it was still unclear whether he was happy or angry.

"Do you think she will like it?" Feng Qiwu looked up at Qi Jiuzhu with a dim gaze.

At the same time, Wen Ranyan, who was far away in Miaojiang, shuddered suddenly.

Winter has not yet arrived and summer is still hot, so why did it suddenly become so much cooler?

So strange...