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

A wisp of smoke rising over the Fu River tore through the whiteness of the snow and the loneliness and darkness of the long night.

Moka Lianhua's heart was moved, and he immediately looked towards the light source -

Then, in the vastness, like burning sparks, a huge ship suddenly appeared, slowly moving on the silent river surface. When the black fog was dispelled, several flags unique to Beilang were waving wildly in the wind and snow, vigorous and powerful, intimidating all directions.

The warships decorated with flags were majestic and powerful. Several groups of Beilang elite soldiers were stationed on the warships, with crossbows in their hands pointed at Moko Lianhua's face, with a fierce fighting spirit and unstoppable edge.

And there is more than one such warship.

Moka Lianhua's heart tightened, and he caught a glimpse of Feng Qiwu still sitting on his horse on the shore, calm and composed, standing still. His heart sank and his face was as gloomy as water.

No wonder Feng Qiwu could remain so calm, it turned out that he also had plans on the Fu River.

Several warships surrounded him, and they were really determined to capture and skin him alive.

"Feng Qiwu, if I die in Beilang today, my Western Region will fight you to the death in the future. By then, there will be war and the people will be displaced. This must be the disaster caused by your one wrong thought."

Moka Lianhua stood up straight, looking directly into those sharp phoenix eyes. Perhaps to create momentum, his voice was full of majesty and intimidation. His monk's robe covered his thin body, making him look like a detached and detached man.

The cold wind blew, making his monk robe rustle, but he tightly clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand, revealing the unrest in his heart.

Feng Qiwu still smiled when he heard this, and said in a nonchalant tone: "Then I will fulfill your wish and flatten the Western Regions, and then unify the Western Regions into the territory of Beilang. What do you say?"

Amid the clamor of war, his sharp eyebrows were slightly raised, and the red tassel on his weapon swayed in the wind, full of vigor and spirit. However, when these words came out of his mouth, they did not sound arrogant, but instead revealed an innate dignity and arrogance.

It can be seen that what he said was not just talk.

The fire in Moka Lianhua's heart was soon aroused again, and he said loudly: "Dream on."

The Western Regions are so vast, can he swallow it just by listening to him?

Besides, the people of the Western Regions are all brave men. How can they just let him break into their country and remain indifferent?

Feng Qiwu looked into his eyes across the river, and when he had admired the anger in his eyes enough, he gave the order: "Shoot--"

Countless arrows fell like rain. The horn of war sounded suddenly, spreading throughout the city. The north wind was whistling wantonly, but the sound of arrows piercing armor and penetrating flesh was still clear.

Countless corpses of Western Region soldiers and broken limbs fell from the wooden boats and into the moat. In an instant, the clear blue river water was dyed red with blood. The wailing and wailing in the smoke swept through the city, making the heaven and earth tremble.

A solitary moon rose, its cold light illuminating the bloody battlefield. An overly strong smell of blood lingered over the entire city. Wherever there was war, countless lives were lost.

War is cruel and desperate, but when others keep pressing you, you retreat, and what you get in return is not peace and prosperity, but even more brutal suppression.

By then, the people will be in real despair and pain, as they are suffering from the widespread grief.

It would be better to use this temporary suffering to make the enemy timid and worried, so that there will be stability, prosperity and peace in the future.

Feng Qiwu fought decisively in this battle. His well-organized layout and the fierce fighting spirit lingering around him were the best medicine to boost morale.

On the other hand, Moko Lianhua, who grew up in the desert Gobi of the Western Regions, was not good at naval warfare. In just a few moments, the elite troops he led were in danger of being defeated several times.

"Swoosh" an arrow came flying.

Moko Lianhua moved to dodge, but the arrow still cut her cheek. Blood immediately popped out and slowly rolled down.

He frowned slightly and wiped away the blood with his hands, but even if he wiped it clean, there were still bloodstains and dirt left by the war on his body, and he felt indescribably embarrassed for a moment.

The battle on the Fu River was in chaos. A Western Region soldier retreated to Moko Lianhua and said in a hoarse voice, "My lord, we in the Western Region are not good at water battles, and the elite soldiers of Beilang are particularly brave. We should retreat to the shore as soon as possible, otherwise the losses will be immeasurable if we continue to waste time."

Moka Lianhua frowned. He knew this truth, of course, but would Feng Qiwu let them retreat from Fu River as he wished?

We have fought for such a long time with Beilang, and every battle ended in failure, but we were able to escape unscathed. Only this time we are in danger and I am afraid that we will have to survive.

“We people from the Western Regions are not cowards. Even if we are surrounded by enemies on all sides, we will fight our way out and won’t let the people from the Central Plains look down on us.” Moko Lianhua stood on the river with his back straight and his eyes sharp, as if he had an extraordinary character.

These words are deafening and shocking.

After hearing this, the morale of the Western Region soldiers instantly increased and their shouts shook the sky.

"We are not afraid of the Central Plains people—"

"Kill, kill your way out—"

In Beilangjing.

There was heavy snow in the north, and the light snow in the capital suddenly became heavier.

In just one night, the ground was covered with white snow, fluffy and white, as if it was going to cover up all the bloodshed of the mutiny in the capital. If Helian Yue's head hadn't been hung at the city gate, it might have really been a dream.

The wind and snow were rolling, and the man's heart was frozen purple by the cold wind, and looked as ferocious as a ghost, causing the people to avoid him and dare not even look at him.

The people had no idea what had happened and they thought that the emperor could not tolerate the prince, so he cruelly killed him and insulted his dignity after his death, which was really cruel.

There was a glimmer of light on the horizon, the snow was still falling, and dawn was breaking.

The silent Meridian Gate suddenly became noisy. Wen Ranyan sat high up in the seat. The morning light passed across her eyebrows, making her face look charming and bright, especially her charming eyes, which were filled with the arrogance of a superior.

She looked down as if looking down upon all living beings, "Duke Zhou, please explain Helian Yue's crimes to the people."

Kneeling at the execution ground of Wumen were members of the Zhou family. Even when Feng Qiwu threatened him with wolfhounds, he had already been frightened and out of his mind. Now that he learned that Helian Yue's head and body were separated, he knew that the game was over and there was no way for their Zhou family to survive.

A circle of common people gathered around the execution ground. Perhaps they had heard something about the incident and were all pointing fingers at the Zhou family.

Duke Zhou's face turned pale. He raised his eyes tremblingly and met Wen Ranyan's smiling eyes. She looked friendly, but he knew how powerful and weird this woman was.

It was she who killed Helian Yue.

"Duke, why aren't you speaking?" Wen Ranyan asked with a smile, her tone gentle.

Duke Zhou was probably frightened, his body trembling violently, and finally, under her terrifying gaze, he numbly revealed Helian Yue's numerous crimes: "Helian Yue poisoned his own mother, colluded with the Western Regions, privately purchased arms, and intended to rebel. This is a heinous crime that deserves the punishment of heaven and earth—"

"I was confused for a moment and tried to get the skin of a tiger. I deserve to die—"

Duke Zhou recounted this horrific crime over and over again, and the sound of his deep, painful sobbing echoed over the capital city. Every sound was like a cry, full of regret, and everything was filled with grief and fear.

Wen Ranyan stroked her palms, her dazzling red skirt swaying in the wind and snow, snow flying into her collar, her eyes turned cold, she suddenly glanced at the onlookers and spoke sternly.

"Should Helian Yue, such a treacherous and evil person, be executed?"

The people were stunned, and after a moment they spoke indignantly.

"when!"

In order to seize power, he even spared no effort to kill his own mother, and even colluded with the Western Regions to kill his compatriots. Such a disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust person deserves to be killed a thousand times and cooked in a frying pan.

Wen Ranyan asked again: "Should his head be hung on the city wall and cursed by the world?"