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

Feng Qiwu flicked the dust off his sleeves, looking lazy and unfocused, as if he didn't care about those princes at all.

"I said a few days ago that if they come to seize the throne, I will make sure they never return and turn into ashes, but they didn't listen to me at all."

He looked like he was sighing, but his black pupils were filled with murderous coldness, a scarlet and ferocious smile spread out, and he looked eager to take action and bloodthirsty.

Even the long sword in his hand was vibrating and making a faint sound.

"You have been in Miaojiang for so long and have not returned to Beijing. They are impatient and naturally want to try everything. Even if they fail, won't they blame the Miao people?" Wen Ranyan lowered her eyes, looked at his slender fingers with white knuckles, and smiled.

She raised her eyebrows and added, "But if we win, the biggest obstacle will be removed, and the fight for the throne will be much easier."

The warm sunlight flowed on her face, her charming eyes were as spring-like as water, and were filled with indescribable brilliance and liveliness.

Feng Qiwu frowned, his sharp edge revealed, "Then these impatient things can't be left behind."

He now holds the power of life and death, and with just a few words, he can decide the life and death of the princes.

"So impressive." Wen Ranyan supported her head with one hand. Perhaps she thought of how he looked when he killed someone, and her interest suddenly became very strong.

Feng Qiwu noticed the change in her expression, so he moved closer and said in a low, magnetic voice with a smile, "Since you are so interested, why don't you come back to Beilang Imperial City with me and watch me kill them one by one."

He was also good at observing people's hearts and knew that the golden lock was no longer useful, so he could only start with things that interested her.

Wen Ranyan didn't say anything, but her brows seemed to relax.

"Seeing it with your own eyes is always more exciting than imagining it." His warm breath whispered in her ears, and his voice was as mellow as strong liquor, filled with the taste of temptation.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows slightly, and in an instant, her eyes met his, which were as dark as the deep sea.

There were stars in his eyes, and waves were rising, as if he wanted to drown people in them.

Wen Ranyan naturally knew what he was planning and what he was thinking.

But when the mood comes, it's like a surging tide that can't be stopped.

He really has me in his hands.

Wen Ranyan laughed, and when she looked at him again, she finally spoke: "Feng Qiwu, how does it feel to sit on the dragon throne?"

Feng Qiwu said casually: "Not bad."

He really didn't feel anything.

If Helian Xiao hadn't forced him into a corner, the throne that everyone was fighting for would be just an ordinary thing in his eyes, and he wouldn't even have the slightest thought of sitting on it.

It is better to stay in the mansion, indulge in pleasure, be free and live a carefree life.

"If I go back, can I sit on it and feel it for myself?" Wen Ranyan smiled and said something outrageous casually.

These words are tantamount to treason. If the emperor takes it to heart, the person will be beheaded and all nine generations of his clan will be exterminated.

But she was not surprised or afraid, and said it as simple as eating and drinking.

There wasn't a trace of anger in Feng Qiwu's eyes. Instead, her thin lips curled up and her black eyes were as intense as burning fire.

He was almost jumping for joy, whispering in her ear: "You can sit on the throne however you want, even if you want to wear the dragon robe, that's fine."

After saying that, his eyes were glued to her and he didn't look away for a long time.

Her skin is so white and delicate, her waist is slender and can be held in one hand. She is as thin as a swaying willow tree, which would break if bent.

If the wide dragon robe is worn, it will certainly be loose and drag on the ground, revealing the scenery and making people imagine. If it is pressed against the dragon throne...

Feng Qiwu's throat rolled, and his burning gaze was almost explicit.

Wen Ranyan wanted to avoid his sight, but failed.

She could only look up and look directly at him, but she did not agree explicitly, and gave herself a way out. "It just so happens that I have run out of money, so I will go back to Beilang to get some more."

Hearing this, the darkness in Feng Qiwu's eyes was instantly blown away by the wind. His lips slightly raised, and a faint smile spread across the corners of his lips, as if the winter snow had just melted, the moon was bright and the stars were shining, magnificent and extraordinary.

"You said it yourself, you can't go back on your word." Feng Qiwu stared at her.

Wen Ranyan also looked at him and smiled: "Although I am not a king, my words at this moment always count."

Feng Qiwu did not hide his emotions, and laughed more and more unscrupulously. The huge rock in his heart seemed to fall to the ground, and he felt a little more relaxed.

But after laughing, he looked at the lonely golden lock and couldn't help but change the subject: "How did you unlock the golden lock? And when did you unlock it?"

He didn't mention it right away because he was a little worried that she would leave without looking back.

Now that the atmosphere is good and she has promised, it would be safest to ask about the doubts in my heart at this time.

Wen Ranyan flicked the gold locket still hanging on his wrist, and the sound of jingling rang in her ears.

She smiled without saying anything, but the poisonous thread hidden in her sleeve turned into a sharp airflow and passed directly through the lock.

There was a "click".

The golden lock that was indestructible to swords and knives was opened in this way.

"That's how it was opened. As for when it was opened..." Wen Ranyan put her hand between her lips, with a deep and indiscernible smile in her eyes: "I found it out through careful research when I was bored in the ruined temple."

Feng Qiwu's dark eyes were filled with ripples: "You hid it very well."

"I have to give you a surprise." Wen Ranyan followed suit.

Feng Qiwu half-narrowed his eyes. Was this a surprise or a shock?

There was a strong smell of blood near the hot springs, and corpses were lying everywhere, but this was their hot spring resort after all, so they would not let the corpses rot and stink.

After they dealt with the situation briefly, they decided to stay in the villa for a few days.

It was noon, and the strong sun cast a golden glow on the ground. The usually lively summer cicadas now looked lazy and lifeless.

Sang Muye had a smile on his face as he walked briskly into the stilt house. One could tell at a glance that he was in a good mood.

Today he visited the homes of the peace faction one by one, explained his reasons, and spoke sincerely, and indeed received a lot of support.

But there were still one or two people who, due to the fact that Yang Xue was practicing his skills, remained silent for a while and did not give a definite answer. However, they did not refuse outright, so it seemed that there was still a chance.

The support troops sent by Feng Qiwu also sneaked in. As soon as he met them, in order to avoid being discovered by others, he properly settled them.

Just to make it easier to send messages, Sang Muye brought the leader Qi Jiuzhu with him.

He disguised himself as a servant and followed Sang Muye.

"In order to avoid being seen in Miaojiang, you have to listen to me these days." Sang Muye tilted his head and said in a low voice.

Qi Jiuzhu nodded: "Understood."

The two of them walked through the gate and went on their way. It was so quiet that no one noticed anything.

There are lush vegetation and beautiful flowers in the stilt house. The ground in front of the hall is paved with bricks and stones with patterns of lilies and crabapples. On the side, there are towering glazed and colorful columns, which look like clouds in the hot summer day.

Going deeper, the trees are intertwined and a cool feeling hits you in the face.

Just as Sang Muye was about to take Qi Jiuzhu into the house, an indifferent and floating male voice came from the side.

"Muye, where did you go today?"

Sang Muye's back stiffened, and his good mood just now was swept away. He subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound -