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

Sang Muye was slightly startled, and suddenly withdrew his gaze, saying, "Of course I came here to inform you."

Feng Qiwu didn't even look at him, and asked nonchalantly, "What news do you want to report?"

Wen Ranyan held the soup bowl, her attention all seemed to be on the bowl of brown sugar water, she had no interest in even listening to what they were saying.

Sang Muye lifted his robe and sat down in a familiar manner, a meaningful smile flashed in his peach blossom eyes. He kept Feng Qiwu in suspense for a long time, and only spoke in a slow voice when Feng Qiwu's patience was about to run out.

"You should have known about my uncle's sudden show of weakness and admission of fault in sending troops to Beilang, right?"

"I know." Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows and motioned him to continue.

Sang Muye drank a sip of herbal tea to moisten his throat and then said, "My uncle just came to find me and asked me to invite you to a banquet in three days. His words were meant to apologize for sending troops to encircle and suppress the rebellion."

"If he wanted to apologize, why didn't he come in person, but asked you to pass on the message?" Wen Ranyan put down the soup spoon, took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains on the corner of his mouth, unable to help but laugh.

Feng Qiwu stood in the light and shadow without saying a word, his joy and anger were hidden in it, making it impossible to discern his expression.

"That's what's strange." Sang Muye put down the teacup, a glimmer of light in his eyes: "My uncle showed weakness at first, but now he has lowered his posture and asked me to come forward to invite him. Could it be that he already knows that we are joining forces, so he has made arrangements in secret?"

After saying that, Sang Muye's brows dimmed and a trace of distress flashed across his face.

He couldn't figure out where the flaw was.

The rosy clouds in the sky were reflected on the paper window, penetrating lightly and immersing the entire room. It seemed as if a layer of hazy golden mist was rising, like a dream or dust.

Wen Ranyan sat in the sunset glow, her skin whiter than snow, her eyes full of water: "Yang Xuelian and the others can't even find our people, so how can they know about the alliance? They are just suspicious and testing us."

From showing weakness to inviting to a banquet, it is not difficult to see that there is a clear tentative intent here.

But he suddenly started testing me so frequently, probably because he was getting anxious.

His urgency was understandable. After all, Feng Qiwu came to Miaojiang alone, which was the best opportunity to take action. However, no matter how good the opportunity was, it would be useless if he could not find the target.

The longer this encirclement and suppression goes on, the more likely it is that something unexpected will happen.

What's more, there are 100,000 cavalrymen eyeing the border covetously. If Feng Qiwu joins up with them, this good opportunity to strangle them will be lost, and it will be difficult to find it again in the future.

That's why he used all these tricks, just hoping that his wish would come true.

Feng Qiwu seemed to have thought of this as well. Only then did he look directly at Sang Muye, his thin lips curled up, as if smiling, and said, "Then how did you answer? Did you accept this task?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? If I agree, wouldn't it be equivalent to self-destruction?" Sang Muye met his sharp gaze and sneered.

He paused, and then said, "Of course I said that I didn't know your whereabouts, and I couldn't help my uncle solve his problems. As for whether he believed it or not, I don't know."

He still remembered his uncle's expression at the time, which was very calm, just like usual.

He couldn't guess.

"It doesn't matter whether he believes it or not." Feng Qiwu retracted his gaze and said slowly, "The doubts in his heart will not be eliminated because of this. Instead, they will become deeper and deeper. There is not much time left for him. He is inevitably anxious and anxious."

"But the more anxious you are, the more mistakes you will make. If you give him a bait at this moment, I believe he will definitely take the bait."

Feng Qiwu's tone was as calm as usual, but the sharpness in his black eyes was enough to make the air around them freeze subtly for a moment.

These words hit the mark exactly what Wen Ranyan wanted. She looked over with surprise, her eyes shimmering with the glow of the sunset.

Sang Muye opened his lips slightly, and when he looked at him, he felt as if a cold knife was shooting at him. He couldn't help but shiver, and couldn't help wanting to hide, and forgot to speak for a moment.

half an hour.

The crisp sound of crystal curtains colliding was heard in the room, shattering the rare tranquility.

Sang Muye raised his eyes and asked the question in his mind: "Bait? What kind of bait?"

Feng Qiwu gathered his sleeves and looked around, "What kind of banquet will be held in three days?"

Sang Muye frowned slightly. He was anxious because he didn't get an answer, but he moved his lips and replied, "It's a state banquet. There was no banquet when my uncle first ascended the throne. Because the day was not good, it was postponed. The elders of the clan calculated that three days later would be an auspicious day, so the state banquet was finally scheduled."

The state banquet is grand, and even if Feng Qiwu and others cannot be invited, it will be held as scheduled.

"That's it." Feng Qiwu's dark eyes were deep, and he smiled in an unfathomable way: "By then, the whole country will be jubilant and lively. If we kill the Beilang monarch during the state banquet, it will surely boost the morale of the whole country. This is a state banquet, but in his mind it is also a celebration banquet, so he is so anxious and fidgeting."

As he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

Wen Ranyan placed the bowl of soup on the table and said, "If we accidentally reveal our whereabouts at this moment, he will definitely send troops here. This is the bait I just mentioned."

The grandness of the state banquet and the urgency of time make the sense of urgency even greater. At this time, as long as you throw out a little bait, there is no need to worry that he will not take the bait.

What she was thinking was all predicted. Feng Qiwu stared at her with burning eyes.

"Your whereabouts?" Sang Muye looked at the two of them with a slightly strange look in his eyes.

Suddenly, his beautiful peach blossom eyes half-closed, a smile spread in his misty eyes, and he laughed out loud: "You are too crazy, do you really want to take such a risk?"

"You can tell us what's going on. As for the rest, we have our own way out of this predicament."

Feng Qiwu stood in the light and shadow with his hands behind his back, looking lazy and confident. However, as he spoke, his expression became cold, undercurrents surged in his eyes, and a sinister murderous intent lingered around him.

Sang Muye was stung by this fierce murderous intent. The smile in his eyes instantly disappeared and he nodded subconsciously: "...Okay."

Then, there was silence.

A cold current surged in the room, stinging every part of the body with a piercing pain as if it were frost, and even making breathing stagnant.

Sang Muye really couldn't stay there any longer, so he said goodbye and left as if escaping.

As soon as the person left, Feng Qiwu's fierce aura was retracted.

Wen Ranyan looked at his beautiful eyebrows and eyes under the bright light and said with a smile: "Is there anything else you forgot to say to Sang Muye?"