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

In the hall, crepes danced and brilliant lights flowed.

However, Feng Qiwu's questions seemed to come from the underworld, with a hint of madness in his excitement, which made people tremble.

Qi Jiuzhu looked into his eyes, hesitated for a long while, and finally said, "...I think he will like it."

How could I possibly like it?

Will definitely avoid it.

But he didn't dare say these words out loud and could only swallow them.

Feng Qiwu felt relieved when she heard this and couldn't help but smile and said, "You can go down now."

Qi Jiuzhu responded "Yes".

Before he left, he could not help but glance in the direction of the water tank. Now everyone in the court knew that Helian Xiao was dead, and his body had been placed in the emperor's coffin and would be buried in the imperial mausoleum soon.

But no one knew that the corpse was specially found by the owner with the same height and similar face. No one knew that the real Helian Xiao had been turned into a human pig and was now living a life worse than death.

Qi Jiuzhu couldn't help but sigh. He was the high and mighty emperor one second ago, but in the next second he was worse than a beggar in the eastern suburbs.

But it is easy to kill an emperor, but difficult to sit on the throne. Beilang attaches great importance to etiquette and rules, and will never allow a person of an outsider to succeed to the throne openly. Now everyone in the court says that Feng Qiwu is plotting treason and usurping the throne, and is bloodthirsty by nature, so he is definitely not a wise choice for a monarch.

There were even more radical ministers who led their troops to kneel outside the palace, and righteously demanded that Feng Qiwu hand over the imperial power and let the Helian family succeed to the throne. After all, people with royal blood would be the first choice for the new monarch, and only then would the throne be more legitimate.

Today, the court is in turmoil, the people are unstable, and Beilang is really in chaos.

Qi Jiuzhu was lost in thought when suddenly, a glass cup fell heavily at his feet.

"What are you thinking?"

Immediately afterwards, a sinister and cold voice swept over.

Qi Jiuzhu raised his eyes suddenly and met a pair of sinister phoenix eyes. The smile in the eyes had disappeared, and the cold soul was gloomy again.

He stiffened his back and spoke carefully, "I just suddenly remembered that a group of ministers are still kneeling outside the palace. What is the master going to do?"

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows were indifferent, and he said nonchalantly: "Since you like it, then just keep kneeling."

"Yes." Qi Jiuzhu didn't dare to stay any longer and left immediately.

The bright moon was wandering outside the palace, and the court officials were kneeling on the ground.

Even at night the summer heat had not dissipated and the huge palace was as hot as a steamer. Some of the fragile court officials were already shaking from the heat and almost couldn't hold on.

Qi Jiuzhu walked straight past them without looking around.

Upon seeing this, the court officials cried out that Feng Qiwu was cruel and inhumane.

Miaojiang, inside the inn.

Wen Ranyan lay on the soft couch, not caring about the palpitations she had just felt. She just sipped the ice drink in her hand.

Halfway through drinking, she suddenly had an idea. She immediately found a pen and ink and wrote down what the Miao King was planning on paper. She then sent a carrier pigeon to deliver the news to Feng Qiwu.

After doing all this, Wen Ranyan continued to eat the ice drink.

She didn't care about Feng Qiwu's safety, she just didn't want Yang Xuelian to get what he wanted, she just wanted to stir up the mess.

Yang Xuelian wanted to find out Beilang's news without anyone noticing, so she just wanted to interfere.

I ask you, is there anything more devastating than thinking you are perfect, only to be seen through early on and treated as a clown?

Wen Ranyan lay lazily, her body soft and boneless, with a wicked smile on her lips.

She seemed like a born destroyer who loved to tear apart other people's dreams, and then sit back and watch, happily enjoying other people's embarrassment and misery.

"Were you messaging Feng Qiwu just now?" Sang Muye jumped in from the window.

Wen Ranyan didn't show any panic on his face. Instead, he looked around and said, "Climbing through the window and breaking into a woman's room in the middle of the night is really not what a gentleman does. Aren't you afraid that I will yell a few times and have someone arrest you, a pervert?"

"You are repaying kindness with enmity." Sang Muye turned around and jumped onto the reclining chair, resting his hands on the back of the chair and looking at her.

Wen Ranyan couldn't help but laugh: "Where is the favor?"

Sang Muye lay there, grinning, "Just now my uncle heard someone coming to investigate, and I blocked it for you, which also made his worries disappear."

Wen Ranyan smiled meaningfully: "In that case, I really do thank you?"

"That's not necessary." Sang Muye stared at her, the smile in his eyes suddenly froze, and the whole person became more serious: "I just want to remind you, don't come to ask anything again. My uncle is not a good person. If you get caught, you might lose your life."

He will never forget that the first thing Yang Xuelian did after returning to Miaojiang was to swing his sword to kill all the obstacles in his way.

That day, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the road was paved with bones. He walked through the muddy and bloody ground, stepped up to the high platform step by step, and became the new king who ruled the entire Miao area.

The flickering candlelight fell on Wen Ranyan's face, making her face look tender and charming: "But don't you think that your frequent interactions with me will make your uncle more suspicious?"

"How could that be?" Sang Muye still had some confidence: "I came here carefully to avoid all kinds of ears and eyes."

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow flew over and tore through the candlelight in the sky, as if it had the power to destroy everything in its path.

Wen Ranyan immediately jumped up from the couch and nimbly avoided the sudden attack.

But the person who shot the arrows seemed to have expected this. A dense rain of arrows came from all directions. The arrow tips were sharp, with a cold glow, and murderous intent was everywhere.

Wen Ranyan dodged the attack and sneered at him, "Is this what you mean by avoiding all eyes and ears?"

"I..." The attack was so sudden and fierce that Sang Muye had no time to think. He avoided the rain of arrows and leaned out of the window.

Under the cold moon, the Miao army had surrounded the inn inside and outside. They were as dark as a swarm of locusts, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

Sang Muye was stunned, his chest heaving.

what happened?

He was obviously very careful, so how come he was still discovered?

"You have learned how to lie to your uncle."

A faint male voice, carrying with it a powerful inner strength, was clearly heard.

Sang Muye looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yang Xuelian sitting on a tall building opposite under the moonlight. He had a cold expression and his eyes were dim and difficult to discern.

And beside him, there was someone standing respectfully.

The moonlight flickered, and the man's face suddenly became clear in his eyes.

It turned out to be Heiyao.

When did Heiyao, who had always been loyal, become Yang Xuelian's man?

The evening breeze was raging and the heat wave was surging, but Sang Muye felt a bone-chilling coldness that was hard to dissipate. He stared at Hei Yao with emotions surging in his eyes and complex doubts gathering, making his heart and soul tremble with fear.

Heiyao faced him speechlessly. His throat rolled for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and dared not look at him.

Sang Muye took a deep breath, and finally calmed down. He said stiffly, "Uncle, what are you talking about? When did I lie to you?"

"Uncle, why are you bringing troops here so late at night?"

Yang Xuelian raised her eyes, looked at him from a distance and said, "Then tell me, why did you come here so late at night?"

Sang Muye smiled and said, "I'm just here to visit a good friend. Could it be that my uncle won't allow me to make one or two good friends?"

Yang Xuelian lowered his eyes and said calmly: "But the good friend you made is Feng Qiwu's woman, which makes people think too much, unless..."

"Unless what?" Sang Muye frowned slightly.

Yang Xuelian suddenly raised his eyes, the moonlight flowed in his eyes, and a sharp edge suddenly appeared——

"Unless you detain her for me. Now, the war is imminent. She is Feng Qiwu's woman, and also a bargaining chip to contain Feng Qiwu."