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

Feng Qiwu stood with his hands behind his back in front of the heavily armored soldiers, his expression indifferent and his voice neither too loud nor too low. He really had no intention of flattening the Miao territory.

"Okay, I believe it."

Sang Muye only took a glance at him and knew that he was not lying. He really regarded Miaojiang as an insignificant little thing. He was so arrogant and indifferent to it. I don’t know what could catch his eye.

Whether he believed it or not, Feng Qiwu didn't take it to heart.

The bright and clear sunlight shone into his eyes, and the fragmented light fluctuated, but it was still eerie and dark.

Sang Muye cleared his throat and said, "Your Majesty Beilang, we suffered a lot of casualties in the Miao region today, and we still have a lot of important matters to deal with later. My uncle's funeral is the most important, so I can no longer entertain you."

The meaning of his words was to drive the guest away.

Feng Qiwu seemed to be smiling, and it was unclear whether he heard what was said or not.

"Retreat!" Without waiting for his answer, Sang Muye turned sideways and gave the order directly.

Really loud.

The moonlight was bright, and the falcon lying on my shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and flew high, circling back and forth in the sky. Its occasional long cries sounded like wails, tearing the long night apart.

The Miao army listened to the order and quickly rectified the situation, and at this time, suddenly there were figures moving around.

The figure walked into the crowd, trying to hide his presence as much as possible.

Wen Ranyan, who had been watching the show, suddenly hooked her fingertips and picked up a bow beside her. As her dress fluttered, she drew the bow and arrowed, and two arrows were fired at the same time, neat and dashing.

Two sharp arrows, accompanied by strong air currents, split the sky in an instant, avoided the crowd, and flew straight after the target.

Two "whoosh" sounds.

Before everyone could react, the sharp arrows were driven into the ground, and the stone road suddenly shattered like a spider web, directly blocking the way of Ashina Ba and Moka Lianhua.

The snow-white cassock of Moka Lianhua was blown away by the energy from the sharp arrow. He was holding a string of Canaan Buddhist beads in his hand, but the beads were also torn apart by the strong wind and rolled all over the ground.

"What do you mean?" He raised his eyes suddenly, a cinnabar divine light flowed between his eyebrows, and all kinds of Buddha nature were revealed naturally.

His eyes were smiling, as gentle as ever.

Ashina Ba followed behind him, his face still calm, his expression aloof, his brows sharp as swords.

Wen Ranyan played with the bow in her hand and shrugged innocently, but her words were full of laughter: "If I say that I just picked up the bow to play with, would you believe me?"

The amusement in her eyes stained her eyebrows, so obviously bold that she didn't even bother to pretend.

Moka Lianhua deliberately turned a blind eye, smiling gently, with her usual good temper, "That's such a coincidence."

"It's just such a coincidence." Feng Qiwu took the bow from her hand and lightly plucked and twisted the bowstring with his slender fingers. It was a very casual action, but it felt like a heavy pressure, hitting people's hearts heavily.

Moka Lianhua stood there without moving, smiling.

Ashina Ba stood in the long night, his slender black eyes as cold, arrogant and bloodthirsty as a wolf.

Feng Qiwu looked at them for a moment and said indifferently, "You two came here to meet Yang Xuelian, but do you also want to be like him and send troops to Beilang to fight?"

After he finished speaking, his hand plucking the bowstring paused slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes in the lonely night. The black hair swept across his eyebrows, and under his eyebrows were a pair of cold eyes like sharp blades, which were frightening.

Danger is rampant.

Ashina Ba subconsciously grasped the dagger at his waist and said nothing.

Moka Lianhua laughed and said, his demeanor was extraordinary, like a hermit monk: "The former Miaojiang King invited me because of the state banquet. I ran into His Majesty Beilang in the high building that day, and the banquet today suddenly encountered an accident. It was all coincidence."

He paused and continued, "After the previous battle, the Western Region has already been severely damaged. How dare we talk about sending troops?"

The Buddhist who speaks nicely but is full of Sanskrit and Zen meanings is nothing but an Asura with a snake heart and a Buddha's mouth.

Feng Qiwu knew it well, but did not point it out. He just lowered his cold eyes and said slowly: "Then the sudden riot of the Miao army just now was also a coincidence?"

Moka Lianhua nodded, his eyes clear and calm: "Of course."

Wen Ranyan covered her face with her long sleeves and almost laughed out loud. He was really good at lying.

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's smile deepened, his eyes were full of mockery, but he still didn't point it out. He just watched the noble Buddhist talking nonsense, and suddenly there was some pleasure in watching a show in his smile.

Ashina Ba subconsciously glanced at Moka Lianhua a few times and frowned a little.

He had just heard clearly that the monarch of the Western Regions had incited the emotions of the soldiers with just a few words.

He was the one who instigated the Miao Army uprising, but now he flatly denies it. He dares to do it but not to act on it. He is truly shameless.

Ashina Ba moved his thin lips slightly, but in the end, he said no more.

"Where is the young Khan? Are the Turks going to send troops to Beilang?" Feng Qiwu looked at Ashina Ba, smiling, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

Ashina Ba faced and felt his innate pressure. Even though he was far away, he could not avoid it and it was suffocating.

After a long silence, he spoke with difficulty: "...No troops will be sent out."

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu did not restrain his pressure in the slightest, until it completely permeated the air. He then slowly gathered his sleeves and raised his eyes, his red robe fluttering, his brows were cold and fierce, and a thick and indissoluble sense of danger swept over people's hearts.

"Whether you send troops or not, Beilang will fight with all our might and kill all the invaders."

The night wind was blowing wildly, making several raised Beilang battle flags flutter. Feng Qiwu stood among the weapons and flags, his eyes were as cold as blades, his brows were like arrows, and he seemed to have a crushing intention, and his pressure was shocking.

Moka Lianhua and Ashina Ba only then understood that the reason he suddenly deployed his troops into battle formation was not just to attack Yang Xuelian, but also to intimidate them.

Let’s see how he enters Miao territory today. One day, he will definitely be able to lead his troops into the Western Regions or the Turks.

By then, Yang Xuelian’s fate will be theirs.

Even though it has not yet come true, the shock is real and they are indeed intimidated.

Under the bright light, the two men's expressions changed and they were silent for a while.

Feng Qiwu lowered her eyes to admire, and after a moment she brushed her long sleeves. Her imposing aura subsided a little, and a wisp of rich floral fragrance floated in the wind. The atmosphere was no longer so depressing and overwhelming.

"We have too many things going on in Miaojiang to entertain you. Why don't you two leave?" His voice was smiling and tender, with a hint of him taking the initiative and asking the guests to leave.

Moka Lianhua just came back to his senses. Hearing these words, he kept smiling and said in a gentle voice, "Goodbye, see you later."

Ashina Ba nodded slightly, still looking cold, aloof and taciturn.

The two men walked away sideways, and Gu Yue stretched their shadows out.

Feng Qiwu looked at their backs as they left, his eyes as dark as ink, full of cunning and obscure meanings.

By then, the Miao troops had withdrawn, and the piled up corpses had been properly buried. The huge banquet corner tower was now deserted and silent, without the hustle and bustle just now, and only the flags of Beilang were left fluttering in the wind.

"Are we going back to Beilang?" Wen Ranyan raised her head. It was late and she was a little sleepy.

Feng Qiwu looked back, gazing at her through the bright moon veil, his voice low, magnetic and lingering.

"The Miaojiang incident is over. It's time to go back. You said you would go with me."