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

The moon is setting in the west, and the armor is grim.

When nearly 100,000 elite troops arrived, there was complete silence and no one noticed. In a flash, they had deployed their troops and battle formations, as if they were passing through an unmanned area. It seemed that the defense of the Miao area was like paper, which could be broken with just a poke.

Yang Xuelian's gilded snow robe fluttered in the wind. He looked back and then suddenly shot at Sang Muye, his thin lips rolling: "Muye, you really colluded with Feng Qiwu. What you did this time is to let him flatten Miaojiang?"

Several poplar trees outside the building stretch out their branches, with gnarled and vigorous twigs, as if looking up at the sky.

Jackdaws perched on branches, uttering hoarse cries, and the sound of corpses lying on the ground made the whole scene desolate and devastated.

Sang Muye looked around, his eyes flickering, his mind shaken: "I didn't want him to flatten Miao territory."

His deal with Feng Qiwu was just to borrow some soldiers, and he used gold mining rights and the villa's hot spring baths in exchange, but that was all and he did not cross the line.

Three days before the state banquet, all he talked about with Feng Qiwu was his whereabouts, and nothing else.

But now Feng Qiwu has led a large army to attack Miao territory. Is this a temporary move?

Or was it premeditated?

Sang Muye's mind was in a turmoil, his thoughts were in turmoil, and his expression was a little complicated and unnatural.

Yang Xuelian saw the complex expression on his face and understood what was going on. Suddenly, he laughed, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "In other words, you did collude with Feng Qiwu, but he is very cunning and acted on his own."

"You are still a child indeed. If you try to get the skin of a tiger, you will eventually be eaten by it."

Yang Xuelian spoke only a few words, his tone was very light, as light as a white feather, but it seemed to contain a hint of temptation and provocation.

After a moment, it slowly seeped in like the wind.

Sang Muye frowned slightly and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, the scattered princes and nobles cried out in their hearts that the Miao territory was doomed.

Having colluded with a demon like Feng Qiwu, Sang Muye is not a good person either.

"I don't want to flatten the Miao territory." Feng Qiwu leaned on the railing and looked out, his black eyes filled with the cold light of the frosty moon, making him look even more eerie.

He continued in a leisurely voice: "It's just that I saw that your Miaojiang's defense is really weak, so I couldn't help but come here to investigate. The most important thing is that I'm afraid that Sang Muye will be too soft-hearted and die before his wish is fulfilled."

Sang Mu's ambition is even more complicated, is it really just like that?

"Where are the soldiers I sent to the villa in the forest now?" Yang Xuelian raised his eyes and looked at him. Amid the hustle and bustle, his indifferent eyes were as clear as pure snow, and there was a chill spreading over them.

Feng Qiwu did not answer.

Wen Ranyan played with the golden bell on her wrist and continued the conversation calmly, "Of course he was running around in the forest. Maybe he got lost and hasn't even walked out of the forest yet."

A strange laugh came into Yang Xuelian's ears, and a subtle frown appeared on his brows.

As an expert in using poisons, he naturally knew that it must be unusual for a large number of soldiers to suddenly get lost after entering the forest.

Perhaps she used poison to turn into miasma to make a large number of soldiers lost in the mountains and forests. Only when the maze was dispelled could they find a way out, just like being trapped in a ghost wall.

"...What a great skill." Yang Xuelian's expression changed slightly, and then returned to his usual indifference after a moment. It seemed that he had guessed something.

Seeing this, Wen Ranyan raised his thin lips and smiled even more deeply.

Hearing their conversation, Sang Muye suddenly became enlightened and his thoughts became clear instantly.

Feng Qiwu's decision was not a spur of the moment one, but had been premeditated.

His intention of not revealing his whereabouts was also part of his plan, in order to disperse the Miao army's forces.

Feng Qiwu had already figured out that his uncle would definitely attack him at the banquet, but he did not mention it or say anything, letting them do what they wanted.

If he had mentioned it, I wouldn't have been so calm to accept the appointment, or people would have noticed something.

But even though he didn't mention it, they felt as if they were there, without revealing any clues, which made the battle even more intense and heated.

In this way, another part of my uncle's troops was also severely tied up, so Feng Qiwu could take advantage of the weak defense of Miaojiang to come quietly and pass through the deserted area.

After thinking about it, Sang Muye frowned even more tightly. He was being used so thoroughly. He was really courting death.

But since Feng Qiwu had no intention of razing Miao territory, his purpose this time was—

Sang Muye's heart moved, and he suddenly looked in the direction of Yang Xuelian.

Yang Xuelian's robe fluttered, and he stood alone like an immortal. He opened his thin lips and said calmly and firmly: "Your target is me."

The immortals who come to the world are detached from the mundane world. Even when facing danger, they remain calm and composed.

Feng Qiwu looked at him with indifferent eyes, the coldness in her eyes melted away, and a faint smile spread across her eyes, "You should have died in the residence of Princess Beilang a long time ago. Now, these few days you have spent in Miaojiang were all stolen. Have you ever thought about paying them back?"

The voice is neither salty nor bland, and it is hard to tell whether he is happy or angry.

Yang Xuelian chuckled: "Why should I pay it back?"

He was imprisoned in a cave by Jin'an for more than 20 years. Although Jin'an died, his hatred was hard to let go.

The only purpose of ascending the throne is to hold great power and destroy Beilang.

Now that Beilang has not yet collapsed, the resentment in his heart is as deep as a ghost, but he is determined to drag his remaining life to fight against it. No matter how others criticize him, as long as he is not ashamed of himself, that's enough.

He had already degenerated into a demon when he was imprisoned, and there was no way back until he died.

"Jin'an's death has already paid for her sins, and you have to pay for the pain I have suffered over the years." Feng Qiwu leaned lazily, his black pupils were dark and calm, but there was still a hint of horror and creepiness.

Yang Xuelian just looked at him quietly, without saying a word, but with a mad and stubborn look.

He has his own set of rules in his mind and won't listen to anyone else.

Just as the two men stopped talking, they heard the sound of swords tearing each other violently. After a moment, it was gradually covered by the wind and the sound gradually weakened.

Yang Xuelian turned his gaze back to the battlefield, and saw that the soldiers he led were retreating step by step.

In a moment, the army was defeated and its morale was difficult to boost.

He also discovered at this time that among the heavy troops led by Sang Muye, there were many elite troops from Beilang.

These elite troops were trained by Feng Qiwu, and they were unstoppable and invincible, seemingly unmatched. Compared with them, he was like a spent force, with no room for maneuver.

He seemed to be defeated.

But even if he loses, his life is still in his own control.

When the Wumeng was pushed aside, a lone star was moving, and the shining light was flowing. A ray of cold light from the arrow feather was refracted by the light, and a murderous intent filled with ice and snow fell into the eyes.

Yang Xuelian raised his eyes again and saw Feng Qiwu had already drawn his bow and arrow, his eyes and brows were as sinister as the night.

The sharp light of the arrow feathers was reflected in his eyes, but he remained calm and did not look embarrassed, and he seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"Your Majesty Beilang, I have something to say..." Sang Muye's blood was boiling and his voice was rapid.

No matter what, he didn't want his uncle to die.

His original intention was just to stop him, not to take his life.

Before he could finish his words, Feng Qiwu shot the sharp arrow -

He was a heretic and he shot and killed the Miao King in Miao territory. Others did not dare to do so, but he did.

Wherever the sharp arrow passes, it is like breaking through the wind, and the murderous intent is so fierce that there is no escape.

At the same time, Yang Xuelian had already drawn out his sword, cut his throat, and stood determined.

In an instant, blood gushed out from his neck.

He was like a withered and fallen butterfly; as his clothes fluttered, he also fell to the ground.