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

The crystal curtains rustled in the wind, making crisp sounds like the gurgling of a stream, clear and melodious, full of rhythm.

Feng Qiwu looked over and pretended not to know, "What are you talking about?"

Wen Ranyan looked into his eyes and smiled even more deeply: "At the state banquet, Yang Xuelian not only wanted to attack us, he must have also wanted to attack Sang Muye. After all, he has long been suspicious, and it is not a bad idea to use the state banquet to clear obstacles for himself."

He had noticed Sang Muye's unusual behavior, and although he had no evidence, given his personality, he would rather kill someone by mistake than let him go.

The state banquet was grand, so those who attended the banquet would inevitably relax their vigilance a little. This would not only be the best opportunity to strike, but also would allow him to be caught off guard.

After saying that, Wen Ranyan looked up at him with a bright smile.

At this moment, a hand came over, and the unique hot breath of a man invaded her like an overwhelming force.

A low, lingering male voice also spread in my ears at the right time, "Sang Muye should not be a fool who surrenders without a fight."

Wen Ranyan glanced sideways, and her nose touched his in an instant.

The breaths exhaled by the two people intertwined and were so lingering that even the wind became sticky.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand to caress her pretty face, a faint smile gathered in his eyes, "He can use his brain to think that the state banquet is full of dangers, and he will definitely make sufficient preparations."

"So, this scene has to be performed by them themselves to be thrilling. If I remind them, wouldn't it lose some of the thrilling fun?"

He deliberately concealed the truth in order to make the situation more thrilling and chaotic.

If he reminded him, what if Sang Muye didn't get it, and didn't act well and couldn't get into the role, and Yang Xuelian found out, it would be embarrassing.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him meaningfully for a few times, her charming eyes instantly became as distant as the deep sea. For a long while, a confused light flowed in her eyes, and her smile was almost affectionate and explicit.

"Knowing the script in advance, it is indeed difficult to perform the thrilling scene you want. But is it really just like that?" She said, looking at him.

"Madam, do you think there are other things?"

Feng Qiwu was openly looked at by her, with his thin lips slightly raised, looking completely harmless.

Wen Ranyan placed her hand on the back of his hand, and suddenly, she gently grasped his fingers, her eyes sharp, "You deliberately revealed the location, and when the Miao army attacked, the place must have been deserted, and nothing would be found. As for the banquet, it was Sang Muye who confronted Yang Xuelian, and it was Sang Muye who was attacked by the soldiers. From the beginning to the end, it was not us who were in danger, but him."

The carved wooden bed was hung with gauze on all sides, and laurel was embroidered on the light-colored gauze.

When the wind blew, the veil covered her face, and Wen Ranyan's beautiful face was faintly visible under the veil, hazy and bewitching.

"so what?"

After saying that, Feng Qiwu leaned over and took a light bite of her lips through the gauze. His burning eyes seemed to burn her completely through the light gauze.

Wen Ranyan lifted the veil, her eyes curled up and her voice was charming: "When the time comes, Yang Xuelian's troops will be divided. One part will come to find our traces, and the other part will focus on fighting Sang Muye's troops. At this time, there will be a lapse in defense, but he doesn't know that most of your cavalry are still outside the Miao border, eyeing us covetously."

Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were as dark and deep as the night, and when his smile was about to appear, crises were imminent.

Wen Ranyan faced the danger head-on, but said as if he was unaware, "When the time comes, the cavalry will march straight in as if they were in an empty space. When the cavalry enters the state banquet, Yang Xuelian will still be restrained by Sang Muye. Wouldn't it be like catching a turtle in a jar? He will be able to step down in an instant, right?"

Wanting to see a good show is just an excuse.

He is good at scheming. As long as someone is a person, he will use them to the extreme and will not stop until he achieves his goal.

Sang Muye is not stupid. When faced with danger, he will naturally fight against it. This is exactly what Feng Qiwu wants, and his plan can be unfolded bit by bit.

Feng Qiwu stared at her, his smile deepening. He neither admitted nor denied it, revealing a very shrewd person.

Wen Ranyan shrugged and couldn't help but sigh: "Feng Qiwu, you really use people to the extreme... When Sang Muye wakes up, I wonder if he will be so angry that he will crush you to death."

It was because Sang Muye was smart. If he was a stupid person, he would have been killed.

"Are you feeling sorry for him? Are you feeling sorry for him?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes suddenly changed. He pinched her chin, and his voice was like a chilly winter breeze, tearing at the bones, with a hint of resentment.

Wen Ranyan stroked the skin on the side of his neck, then suddenly leaned forward and whispered in his ear with a smile, "I'm just admiring your cunningness."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's brows relaxed, and he seemed to be very impressed.

Three days later.

That night, the grand state banquet was held as scheduled. Princes and nobles came with their families, laughing and looking happy.

The people of Miaojiang enjoy themselves with you, holding banquets at home, filling the whole city with laughter and sharing the prosperity.

During the banquet, people toasted each other and clinked glasses, giving a feeling of prosperity and extravagance.

Yang Xuelian sat at the top, holding the most noble status.

He was still wearing a gilded snow robe, with his long, snow-like hair tied up high, adorned with a glazed gold crown inlaid with a crystal-clear blood-agate that sparkled under the flowing lights, making him look extremely noble.

Yang Xuelian held the wine cup in his hand. No matter how joyous and lively the banquet was, he seemed to be in his own world. His expression was indifferent and his temperament was otherworldly like an angel.

But his amber eyes were always fixed on Sang Muye, indifferently, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Here, drink."

However, Sang Muye seemed not to notice his gaze. He mingled with all kinds of nobles. He could talk to anyone and ask for a glass of wine from anyone. He always had a smile on his face and seemed to be in his element.

Yang Xuelian gently shook the wine cup, with a gleam in his eyes.

She is so eloquent and likable that she is more suitable to be the king than him.

At that time, between the clinking of wine cups, the pleasant sound of stringed instruments suddenly rang out——

Dancers dressed in Miao costumes and covered with silver bells entered gracefully. Their faces were covered with gauze and their figures were graceful. When they danced, there was a unique kind of bewitching mystery, making people feel as if they had fallen into a quiet and strange jungle.

When the wine was at its best, a sudden burst of fireworks lit up the entire night sky.

"Muye, you have toasted everyone present here one by one, why don't you come to toast me?" Yang Xuelian suddenly spoke, his calm voice was particularly clear in the lively atmosphere.

There was a sudden silence at the banquet.

Ashina Ba and Moka Lianhua were also at the banquet, but they did not drink or watch the singing and dancing, each with their own thoughts.

Hearing the voice, Sang Muye suddenly turned around, the smile on his face still lingering, and he remained calm: "I just filled a glass of wine, and wanted to toast my uncle."

The two looked at each other. Sang Muye's peach blossom eyes were as if stained with mist and he smiled, as if he had let down all his guard and was focused on attending the banquet.

Yang Xuelian raised his wine cup, but before he drank the wine, he spoke first: "Muye, you went to the official's house a few days ago. Was it really just a simple stroll for a long time?"

At the same time, a large number of Miao troops suddenly poured into the forest villa.

They broke into the house, but found that it was already empty.