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

The Miao army was surprised for a moment, and then launched a massive search in the forest.

"Search carefully, and don't miss any place in the forest."

"We must find those two people and help the king solve his problems—"

The peace and tranquility in the forest was instantly broken by the chaotic and wanton footsteps.

The bright white moon frost was wandering outside the stilt house, reflecting the brightness of the fireworks, like the thick ice condensed on the lake in deep winter, thick and intertwined in the overlapping shadows, covering the ground with silvery light and shadows.

During the banquet, all the joy came to an abrupt halt due to Yang Xuelian's words, and the bone-chilling cold swept over, making people's legs go weak.

This is the majesty of the powerful.

It has penetrated into every corner.

Everyone will feel emotionally unstable, trembling and depressed because of his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

Sang Muye seemed unaware. He still raised his glass and chatted happily: "We are just strolling around and catching up. I have already told my uncle that I am a person who cannot sit still. I love making friends the most."

As he finished speaking, the long cry of a falcon was heard outside the stilt house, followed by the sound of swaying branches.

The falcon lay on a branch, slightly obscured by the dense green leaves, and projected on the white window paper by the moonlight. Its outline was clear, and it seemed as if it was about to flap its wings and fly ferociously.

Yang Xuelian recognized it at a glance. This was the falcon that always followed Sang Muye.

Perhaps because the state banquet was so grand and had so many rules, he did not bring the falcon in openly.

Sang Mu's ambition suddenly tightened, fearing that he would do something to the falcon.

"But what I understand is not so." Yang Xuelian withdrew his gaze and looked at Sang Muye again.

Sang Muye breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the icy and dull look in his eyes, his back suddenly stiffened, but he still had a casual and elegant smile on his face.

He smiled and said, "Ah, what did you find out, uncle? Tell me about it."

The majesty of the superior is infinite. Sang Muye only felt cold sweat on his back and his clothes were wet.

But his expression didn't show, and his smile didn't fade as he spoke, as if it was just an ordinary conversation between family members, without even a hint of emotion.

Yang Xuelian stared at him for a long while, seemingly dissatisfied with the silence at the banquet, and could not help but remind him: "Everyone, continue drinking, don't stop."

These words were like a stone thrown into a lake, causing huge waves.

The princes and nobles were stunned for a moment, but finally raised their wine cups and burst into laughter again, but not as calm and natural as before.

Hearing the renewed excitement, Yang Xuelian finally felt satisfied. A faint smile appeared on his lips, and he said slowly, "Let others tell you."

He clapped his hands twice casually, "Bring the people up."

Just as Sang Muye was thinking, two bloody men in prison uniforms were dragged in roughly and thrown in the middle.

As he was dragged, thick bloodstains spread on the ground, and the stench overwhelmed the scent of the woman's makeup, overwhelming the sky and earth.

The dancing girl saw this and screamed in fear, and the birds and beasts immediately scattered.

This sudden change was so sudden that the princes and nobles almost dropped their wine cups and then fell silent.

How could one not be alarmed when two bloody men appeared at a state banquet?

"Muye, do you know these two people?" Yang Xuelian raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Sang Muye leisurely.

"Let me take a look." Sang Muye looked at the two bloody men in front of him.

They were beaten to a pulp, with their bright red flesh turned inside out and bones visible. Perhaps because they were not given timely medical treatment, the wounds had turned black and festering. The methods used were so brutal that it was disgusting.

However, both of them were covered by their messy long hair, so Sang Muye couldn't see their faces clearly. He shook his head and said, "I can't see their faces clearly. I really don't know who they are."

Yang Xuelian signaled with her eyes, and soon someone came forward and smoothed over the two people's messy hair.

moment--

Two familiar faces appeared in Sang Muye's eyes.

Sang Muye's expression showed nothing, but he was slightly agitated in his heart. However, he quickly calmed down, as if he had expected this and did not reveal any flaws.

The day before yesterday, he went to advocate peace and received a lot of support. These two people were the ones who were hesitant and worried at the time.

He went again another day, but they closed the door to visitors for fear of getting into trouble.

Unexpectedly, this disaster could not be avoided by simply closing the door. Yang Xuelian was a meticulous person and must have locked the two men in the dungeon and tortured them to extract a confession.

But one of these two men is an elder of the tribe, and the other is a great wizard of high status. Aren’t they afraid of arousing the anger of the ministers by acting in this way?

Sang Muye's throat rolled, but there was still a smile in his eyes.

He was about to speak, but someone spoke angrily before him: "Yang Xuelian, what do you mean by this? One of them is an elder of the tribe, and the other is a great witch of the tribe. They are both wholeheartedly concerned about the Miaojiang country. What have they done wrong that you have to abuse their power to punish them?"

Their Miao King was indeed a brilliant young man, gentle and humble, and was the perfect candidate for the throne. But for some reason he suddenly disappeared, and it was more than 20 years later that he returned.

He changed from the stunning and humble person of his youth, and his methods were as ruthless as those of a Rakshasa. It took him only a few days to clean up the chaotic Miao area, and he ascended the throne by stepping on the bones and blood of the people.

Although they were uneasy about the emperor's cruelty, they could tolerate it. But how could they tolerate his abuse of private punishment and lack of respect for court officials?

"Abuse of lynching? But they colluded with others to plot treason..."

Yang Xuelian's eyebrows were always indifferent, and suddenly he sneered, "You tell me who you are colluding with, and have I abused the punishment?"

After saying this, he swept his eyes around, his indifference containing a bone-chilling coldness.

The two kneeling men were trembling and stunned for a moment. Regardless of the pain in their bodies, they rushed to show their loyalty.

"King, it was Sang Muye who suddenly came to our house and asked us to support him, but we did not agree."

"Our loyalty is evident to all, Your Majesty, please bear witness to it."

The two men had hoarse voices and their intermittent words were full of earnestness. Perhaps because they were afraid of the dungeon punishment, they betrayed Sang Muye in just a few words.

"Muye, are the words of these two people true?" Yang Xuelian flicked his sleeves. His voice was as indifferent and ethereal as usual, and it was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Sang Muye stood in the light and shadow. The wheat-colored boy had delicate features, just like the thick ink and light colors of the mountain moon. There was always a smile in his misty peach blossom eyes, but deep in his eyes there was a mixture of light and darkness, with a bewitching gleam hidden in them.

"It's true."

As soon as he finished speaking, one could clearly feel the air still for a moment, and a chill quietly spread.

In the darkness, there seemed to be undercurrents, as if they were ready to move and engage in a secret confrontation.

Sang Muye suddenly changed the subject, and his amiable expression revealed a dangerous and fierce look: "But my action is not to rebel, but to do my best to help my uncle return to the right path."

Yang Xuelian raised his eyebrows sarcastically: "You've strayed and found your way back?"

But he didn't know what had led him into this mess and he needed help from others.

He didn't want to listen to Sang Muye's excuses anymore, so he gave an order: "Come here, arrest this traitor who is plotting treason—"

In an instant, a large number of Miao troops poured in from all directions, aggressive and bloodthirsty.