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

Across a tall building, Yang Xuelian stared at Sang Muye without blinking.

The night wind was blowing gracefully, and his gilded snow robe was dancing lightly. He was originally an immortal who was banished from the world, but now his eyes were full of ambition and gloom, which made him look more ferocious than evil spirits.

The smile on Sang Muye's face faded a little: "I finally made a friend in Beilang. Uncle, are you forcing me to fight my friend with swords?"

"Muye, your uncle has taught you not to be soft-hearted." Yang Xuelian's face darkened, his voice as cold as ice: "You can make friends again, but this opportunity is rare, don't let it go to waste."

When he first met Wen Ranyan, she was following Feng Qiwu's side, which shows how good their relationship is. If Feng Qiwu captured her and used her to threaten him, he would definitely have some reservations.

No matter how powerful a hero is, he will be destroyed once he has a weak spot.

Sang Muye's lips moved and his eyes became increasingly dim and colorless. It was unclear whether it was due to complete disappointment or something else.

"King of Miaojiang, I'm afraid your wishful thinking is wrong." Wen Ranyan avoided all the arrows, leaned lazily against the window, and said with a smile: "Feng Qiwu and I have already signed a divorce letter, cutting off everything. Even if you arrest me, he will not be hindered. You should give up this idea."

The evening breeze blew up her crimson gauze skirt, revealing a piece of her white wrist with a gleaming golden bell on it. There was also a small snake hiding there, which would occasionally release its tongue, and it was obvious that it was extremely poisonous.

Hearing this, Yang Xuelian suddenly laughed and said, "Whether I can restrain you or not is not up to you."

What this means is that you still have to catch it and gamble on a one in ten thousand chance.

Wen Ranyan met his eyes and also laughed.

"It seems that the King of Miao is not going to let me go today..." Wen Ranyan smiled.

Suddenly, the smile in her eyes disappeared and she grabbed Sang Muye's throat.

All this happened in a flash, and Sang Muye didn't even have the chance to react or struggle before he lost the initiative.

The evening breeze was blowing, and Wen Ranyan's eyes were filled with bone-chilling frost: "Miaojiang King, get all your troops to retreat, otherwise, I will kill him——"

Sang Muye only felt a buzzing on his forehead. When he was about to struggle, he realized that although his neck was held, Wen Ranyan's force was quite light and there was no intention of hurting him at all.

His eyes flashed, and suddenly his mind became clear.

Wen Ranyan must have seen his dilemma, so she chose to take action and wanted to put on a show.

Sang Muye was willing to cooperate with her and looked at Yang Xuelian expectantly.

Between Daye and him, who will his uncle choose?

Yang Xuelian stared at them silently. It was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry in her light-colored eyes, and there was no trace of worry, but Sang Muye's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Fire arrows."

Yang Xuelian's cherry lips opened and closed, making a loud sound.

In an instant, the rain of arrows that had just stopped attacked again, with the momentum of a fight with swords clashing. The swords and knives were blind and completely disregarded Sang Muye's safety, flying around in a disorderly manner.

Sang Muye stared blankly ahead, his whole body revealing a feeling of despair and brokenness.

His uncle decisively chose the greater cause and abandoned him.

I think, in Yang Xuelian's eyes, he was nothing more than a stumbling block in the face of his great cause, a pile of dry bones in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Wen Ranyan grabbed the broken Sang Muye and dodged backwards. The rain of arrows was dense, but she remained calm and handled it with ease.

As the rain of arrows was whistling, she suddenly leaned close to Sang Muye's ear and whispered.

"It seems that your life is not worth mentioning in the face of the great cause of the country."

Sang Muye clenched his fists, his peach blossom eyes were misty, darker and deeper than usual.

"You should plan ahead for what to do in the future..." After saying that, Wen Ranyan pushed him away, broke the rear window and jumped out.

Sang Muye was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked towards the rear window.

Then, I saw a solitary moon hanging outside the back window, its bright white color looked like frost.

Wen Ranyan stood alone on the branch of a lush ancient tree. The evening breeze was blowing gently, and her crimson gauze skirt was dancing slowly. Her eyebrows and eyes were soaked with moonlight, her face was more delicate than snow, and her lips were as if painted with rouge. In an instant, everything lost its color.

The sharp arrow feathers continued to fly.

The Miao army, armed with spears and blades, moved towards the ancient tree, vowing to capture Wen Ranyan alive.

Wen Ranyan's eyes turned cold, and the poisonous thread on her wrist spun. She suddenly flew into the air, stepped over the poisonous thread and leaped onto the high eaves on the side.

She stood very high, and when she looked down, she looked quite arrogant and contemptuous.

"It's not fun here. I won't keep you company today." Wen Ranyan looked down at Yang Xuelian, her red lips slightly curled, and her smile was particularly lively.

Yang Xuelian led too many soldiers and generals, so she had to run away if she couldn't win. She was not a fool who couldn't adapt.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ranyan flew away without any reluctance.

She moved very well, like a swift swallow, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only the clear sound of a golden bell.

Yang Xuelian looked in the direction she left, and the teacup in his hand was crushed into powder in an instant.

Heiyao asked carefully: "King, do you still want to chase?"

Yang Xuelian lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "Keep chasing."

Since she was still in his Miao territory, he didn't believe that he couldn't catch her.

The Miao army set out again, and the sound of trampling was heard everywhere, with great momentum.

The next day, Beilang Palace.

It was noon, and the scorching heat enveloped the palace walls on all sides. The deep palace roads were dull and silent, and it seemed as if there was no end in sight.

Occasionally, the sound of cicadas could be heard, but it sounded lazy. I guess they were because of the heat.

Because of the issue of the throne, the ministers argued endlessly in the hall, talking fluently and showing no intention of stopping even when their mouths were dry.

"It's not right. It's really not right..."

"How can a person of a different surname inherit the throne?"

Feng Qiwu sat high on the throne, listening to their outrageous words. He propped up his head lazily, his thin lips slightly raised, as if he was in some different mood.

Just as they were arguing, the silent Master Shen suddenly spoke up: "You have been arguing for a long time, and it's nothing more than a few words like "Not of royal blood, it's not decent", but have you forgotten that the person sitting on the throne right now is the blood of Princess Jin'an, so he also has royal blood flowing in his body."

Lord Chu immediately agreed: "Teacher Shen is right. This also disproves the allegation that the bloodline is not legitimate."

Hearing this, the court officials who were arguing fiercely immediately stopped arguing like roosters with their throats strangled.

Yes.

How could they forget that Feng Qiwu is the son of Princess Jin'an and has royal blood flowing in his body, so it is reasonable for him to inherit the throne at this moment.

They stared blankly at the person on the throne, speechless for a moment.

"Say, why don't you say anything?"

Feng Qiwu lifted his sleeves, raised his smiling black eyes, and a powerful aura without anger suddenly came to his face.

The court officials felt a chill down their spines, their heads hung even lower, and they remained silent.

Feng Qiwu was bored and playing with the jade ring, but his eyes moved back and forth, taking in their expressions: "After Helian Xiao's death, several princes in Beilang are ready to make a move. Your passionate speeches are nothing more than taking sides and fighting for a future for your master."

His voice was casual but chilling, sweeping across the hall.

The court officials were so frightened that their legs went limp.

Suddenly, Feng Qiwu changed the subject, and bloodthirsty murderous intent filled the air.

"The throne is right here. If you have the ability, you can come and fight for it at any time. But when the time comes, I will make sure that you will never return and will be reduced to ashes—"