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

The sky was obscured by clouds and the moon, and the dusk was thick. The mountains in the distance were looming in the darkness, looking hazy and mysterious.

Just before the city gate was about to close.

Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu leaped lightly and disappeared into the night.

Before leaving, Feng Qiwu swung the long sword in his hand into the air -

Then they saw the sword light rising into the sky, and the flags fluttering on the city walls were cut down one after another, falling into the mud and becoming dirty.

This flag, which represents the dignity of a country, has now been chopped into pieces and covered in mud. Not only has it lost the dignity of a country and its face, it has also crushed Yang Xuelian's face to the ground.

Crush it.

The news reached Yang Xuelian's ears as quickly as lightning.

The lights in the stilt house were as bright as day, sandalwood incense was curling in the air, and pharmacists were coming in and out, with a faint aroma of medicine spreading in the air.

There was a loud "bang".

The medicine bowl in Yang Xuelian's hand fell to the ground, and the fragments and medicine juice splashed everywhere.

"They ran away? And they cut down the banners on the tower?"

Because his movements were too large, the wound that had just stopped bleeding opened again, blood gushed out and the bandage was instantly dyed red. The pharmacist had to apply medicine to him again.

The young general lowered his eyebrows and reported tremblingly: "The two of them are too agile, slippery like loaches, no matter how hard our subordinates chased them, they couldn't catch up with them at all."

Feng Qiwu is the God of War of Beilang, so it is understandable that they couldn't catch him.

Yang Xuelian didn't even glance at him. She just looked at the pharmacist who was bandaging him. Her amber eyes were as calm as water, with no joy or anger, and her expression was hard to tell.

The pharmacist and the young general were both on edge, with cold sweat slowly soaking their backs.

half an hour.

Yang Xuelian stretched his muscles and spoke in a long, deep voice, with a hint of oppression: "So, you just watched Feng Qiwu cut down the flag on the tower?"

The glory of a country was crushed by Feng Qiwu.

The dusk was deep, and the light of the broken stars and the flickering candlelight shone together, reflecting through the window paper, making the inside of the building extremely bright.

Yang Xuelian sat sideways in the brightest place, the light flickering on his face.

Originally, it was a face as otherworldly as that of a banished immortal, but now it looked like an immortal who had fallen from the devil, with blood flashing in the depths of his eyes and his brows as if stained with weeping blood, looking extremely hideous.

The young general's back was stiff, and he said in a muffled voice: "I wanted to stop him, but Feng Qiwu's sword was too fast..."

It was so fast that it was hard to find its track. In the blink of an eye, all the flags fell to the ground. There was no time to stop them, let alone pick them up.

Yang Xuelian's eyebrows fell, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He wanted to lose his temper several times but he endured it very well.

But the atmosphere in the building dropped to freezing point.

Everyone remained silent.

In the silence, a voice suddenly rang out: "Why does Uncle have to make things difficult for Feng Qiwu?"

Sang Muye's figure blended into the darkness, and his beautiful outline only became clear when he approached.

He strode in with his hands behind his back, a falcon lying on his shoulder. His navy blue embroidered robe was decorated with silver bells, which swayed in the wind with every step he took.

As I got closer, a face more delicate than the mountain moon appeared in the light.

He lifted his robe and sat down, and then said, "We Miaojiang have always been peaceful and secluded. Although our resources are not as rich as those in Beilang, we have enough for what we need. Why should we try to shake the mountain or the tree with an ant?"

Yang Xuelian glanced at Sang Muye calmly, her voice mixed with coldness: "Aren't you reflecting on your mistakes in the room? Who told you to run out?"

"If I don't run away, who will dare to persuade my uncle to stop?"

As he spoke, Sang Muye's eyes fell on his injured arm, and he lowered his voice: "I believe that my uncle has also witnessed Feng Qiwu's power today. Now it's just his arm, but if he continues to fight, it may be my uncle's head and the lives of thousands of Miao people."

When the Miao region was in civil strife, my uncle acted swiftly and vigorously, using ruthless means to quell the rebellion with blood, and he was right.

But he fought with Feng Qiwu and Bei Lang for his own selfish interests, and treated the lives of thousands of people like ants and grass, which was wrong.

He wanted to start a war, but he had no strength to fight back, which was a mistake on top of a mistake.

"Are you here to preach to me today?" Yang Xuelian stared at him with light-colored eyes, but the depths of her eyes were unfathomable.

Sang Muye also looked at him: "I just want you to see the situation clearly. What Ashinaba said makes sense. He is not only responsible for the glory of his country, but also the safety of thousands of people. Princess Jin'an is dead, and the past hatred should be gone. Why don't you take a closer look at the people behind you? Make plans for them?"

While the two were talking, the people in the building also tactfully retreated.

There were only two of them left in the building, and the two sides were facing each other, feeling dull and depressing.

Yang Xuelian stared at him for a long while and sneered: "...You are still so soft-hearted. Isn't what I am doing this time seeking the welfare of my people?"

He paused for a moment, and then continued, "If we can shake the mountain, we won't have to live in such fear, fearing that one day the mountain will fall and we will have nowhere to escape."

"But after Beilang, there are the Turks and the Western Regions..." Sang Muye said, "We can still join forces with them to attack Beilang, but after that, they will definitely turn against us. Who will be the ally of Miaojiang then?"

I am afraid that the war will never end and Miaojiang will be annexed by them sooner or later.

When Beilang was around, they could still be suppressed. But if Beilang were destroyed and there were no mountains to check and balance them, they would become more unscrupulous.

Yang Xuelian stared at him and said in deep thought: "I have made up my mind. It is useless for you to say more."

Sang Muye's lips moved. He had a lot to say, but when he saw the cold look on Yang Xuelian's face, he knew it was useless to say more.

"Then uncle, you should rest well. I'll leave first." Sang Muye sighed in his heart, looked at him deeply again, then got up and left.

Now, my uncle has his own plans and ideas.

The two of them were going in opposite directions and had different opinions, and he really should have made some plans earlier.

Yang Xuelian looked at his departing back, his eyes flickering and hard to tell for a moment——

As dusk falls, the light of stars shines on the surface of the pond. The lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, shining brightly in the wind, with graceful reflections on the water.

Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu found a dilapidated temple to rest.

Since the Miao army couldn't be found for a while, Wen Ranyan sat on the haystack, peeling the lotus seeds she had just got, and felt somewhat contented.

It was difficult to see clearly at night, so Feng Qiwu thought about it and started a fire.

The firelight shone on his face, making his features look even more picturesque and handsome.

Feng Qiwu took a branch and poked her calf: "We can be considered to have shared life and death. I just picked these lotus pods. You are eating them all by yourself. Why don't you share a few?"

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and looked at him: "Do you want to eat so much?"

Life and death?

Fortunately he could speak out.

Wen Ranyan twisted a plump lotus seed and shook it gently in front of him. Seeing his eyes sparkling, she smiled softly and tenderly.

"Just watch me eat."

After saying this, she swallowed the plump lotus seeds in one gulp, looking very bad-hearted.

Feng Qiwu was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed and his sharp cold pupils shot towards a part of the ruined temple.

The long sword in his hand also swept along, and in an instant, streaks of sword energy fell majestically like a waterfall from a distant mountain.

As the remaining cloth was lifted, a male voice begging for mercy was heard: "Please spare my life. I am just passing by here and want to discuss business with you."

Sang Muye's figure became clearer under the light of the sword.