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

The night wind blew the remnants of cloth, making a hissing and whimpering sound.

The sonorous and shocking words Feng Qiwu had just spoken were like the lingering sound of music, lingering for a long time, making the dilapidated temple even colder.

Sang Muye was still emotionally unstable. When he made eye contact with Feng Qiwu and saw the coldness in his eyes, his heart became even more turbulent, like a raging storm.

He knew in his heart that Feng Qiwu's words were not false. He had the ability and the courage to do so.

Originally he just wanted to make a fair deal, but in the end, it turned out like this because of a few words. Sang Muye still felt unhappy.

He froze there for a long while, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

This is a silent game, whoever speaks first loses.

Feng Qiwu's brows were relaxed as he wiped the sword blade patiently. The sharp edge made his fingers look slender, and his porcelain-white skin was covered with a thin texture, like a piece of top-grade white jade.

There was only the rustling sound of the wind in the dilapidated temple, and nothing else, making the feeling even more depressing.

Wen Ranyan yawned, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

The firelight shone on her face. In an instant, her beauty became radiant, her eyes were like water, and she leaned lazily against the wall. The red dress set off her creamy skin, and her charm and beauty made even the heaven and earth pale in comparison.

The wind stopped at that time.

The dilapidated temple was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Sang Muye sighed softly. He could not stand such torture and finally gave in. "Feng Qiwu, you are really cunning. You made such a request that was not too pushy. It made me waver and hesitate, unable to say no at the first time."

Feng Qiwu took the opportunity to give him a meaningful look.

"Okay, I agree to your conditions." Sang Muye exhaled and spoke with difficulty.

Feng Qiwu raised her narrow eyes and said with a casual smile: "Wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier?"

Sang Muye took several deep breaths before he resisted the urge to hit him.

After all, he is Beilang's God of War. His arrogant and playful attitude is really annoying.

Feng Qiwu rested her head lightly on one side, looked at him and said in a leisurely voice: "Have you decided which hot spring pool to give us?"

"The hot springs in the city are considered holy water by us Miao people, so we can't give them to you." Although Sang Muye was depressed after his defeat, he said something flattering: "Why not go to the one in the suburbs? Although it's a bit remote, it's quiet and elegant, and the hot springs are big, so it can accommodate many people."

Feng Qiwu did not respond, but slowly wiped the blade of the sword again. The color in his eyes was obscured by his eyelashes, making it impossible to see clearly.

Sang Muye couldn't help but feel anxious, and his heart was in turmoil.

What a cunning old fox, he is even better at psychological warfare than him.

But the other person is as steady as a rock, and he needs help from others, so his impatience seems to take root and sprout, growing wildly and he can't calm down even if he wants to.

Just when Sang Muye was standing there undecided, Feng Qiwu finally gave him face and spoke slowly: "Although the hot spring pool in the suburbs sounds a bit shabby, I'm not the kind of person who forces others to do things against their will, so let's go there."

Sang Muye had a heart attack after hearing this.

Since it's so difficult, just return the hot spring to him.

Even if you get a bargain, you still behave well.

Wen Ranyan glanced at them twice, a soft laugh spilled from her lips, so soft and sweet that it went deep into her bones.

"Since the hot spring is already ours, do we have any proof? This will prevent others from denying it and kicking us out in the future," she asked with a smile.

Sang Muye thought about it, took off a token and threw it to them.

"With this token, you will be the owner of the hot spring. As for mining the gold mine... you need mining documents, but I don't have the right to draft documents right now, so I can only wait until later."

It will be fine when he takes over Miaojiang in the future.

Wen Ranyan took the token, yawned sleepily, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

Feng Qiwu noticed her tiredness and stopped trying to embarrass her. He simply sent her away.

"Then I will wait and see what you can do. I will quietly send some people to assist you in the future. I hope you can become something great."

Sang Muye nodded, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night——

The night is floating and the fragrance of flowers is lingering.

A few lights in the stilt house went out. It was not as bright and clear as before, but rather seemed a bit dark and gloomy.

The candlelight elongated Yang Xuelian's figure, which contrasted against the plain white window paper, making her look somewhat ferocious.

Suddenly, wind blew against the window, making a creaking sound.

As the flower branches were blown to the west by the wind, a black shadow quickly leaped in and knelt in front of Yang Xuelian.

"How?" Yang Xuelian asked.

He sat under the west window, his gilded snow robe dancing gracefully as the wind blew and his shadow moved. His silvery snow-white hair was like silk and satin, trailing on the ground like a starry sky. His tall figure was as ethereal as an immortal, making the bright moon shy.

Hei Yao said respectfully, "King, your guess is correct. Young Master Sang Muye did not return to his residence, but went out to avoid all eyes and ears."

Yang Xuelian's expression faded and his voice became cold: "Where did you go? Did you meet anyone?"

Sang Muye's expression was not right when he went out just now, as if he had been thinking about something or made some decision.

This forced him to send someone to observe.

Hei Yao lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Please forgive me, my lord. I lost you this time..."

As he spoke, he subconsciously peeked at Yang Xuelian's expression. Seeing her expression so uncertain, he spoke again: "The young master was particularly alert tonight. I was very careful, but I was still far away from him. By the time I reacted, the young master was gone."

Therefore, he didn't know where Sang Muye went, nor did he know who he met.

"After suffering a loss once, I've learned my lesson." Yang Xuelian gathered his sleeves and pondered.

"But since he is so smart, he must be no ordinary person. I think he has some ambitions and wants to compete with me, his uncle."

His indifferent voice, tempered in the lonely night, was chilling enough to penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

Everyone wants to fight for this high position, so it is not surprising that Sang Muye has ambitions.

But it is really disheartening that the people he taught are now going against him.

"It's not even autumn yet, but I feel a little cold." Yang Xuelian took a sip of hot tea and felt his heart and lungs warm up a little: "Keep staring at him. I want to see what he's going to do and how he's going to do it."

Hei Yao moved his lips. He wanted to say that the young master did not have such ambition, but Yang Xuelian's eyes were sharp, so he could only hold back his words.

"I obey my orders."

Military camp on the border.

Soldiers patrolled and the defense was so tight that not even a fly could get in.

It was just that Feng Qiwu had been out chasing someone not long ago and had not been seen for several days, causing panic among the soldiers.

Secret letters from the palace urging him to return to Beijing to handle government affairs came one after another, making Qi Jiuzhu more worried.

They also want to return to Beijing, but their master is not here, so how can they go back?

"Lord Qi, His Majesty has not returned for a few days. Could something unexpected have happened?" A young general whispered at the side.

Qi Jiuzhu was angry: "Don't talk nonsense."

Just when the army's morale was in flux, a carrier pigeon descended from a distance and landed steadily in Qi Jiuzhu's arms.