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

The wind started to blow in the cave at some point, and the gilded robe on Yang Xuelian's body fluttered in the wind. The person standing in the birdcage, surrounded by chains, had a godly look and a noble posture, and did not look distressed even after being trapped for many years.

You are a noble person, so why do you look so embarrassed?

Looking at his beautiful face like the cold moon, Princess Jin'an's eyes were full of admiration. Every time she saw this face, she always felt like she was seeing it for the first time, which made her heart shaken and she could no longer see anyone else.

Even though he spoke coldly to her, she couldn't blame him.

Princess Jin'an spoke kindly and modestly: "Yang Xuelian, can you help me this time? Don't you want to see the starry sky? If you help me cure Zhu Yue, I will let you see it again. How about it?"

When she was young, she was abducted to Miaojiang, and in her hasty escape she fell into a poisonous forest.

She was just a pampered princess of the royal family. She was no match for the Miao people who used poison all year round. In just half an hour, the poison entered her bone marrow and spread to her heart veins, putting her on the verge of death.

There were few people in the poisonous forest, and she thought she would die quietly and become a cup of earth in the end. But at this moment, she saw a piece of snow-white clothes.

The poisonous forest was full of obstacles. He came against the light wearing a gilded snow robe, with silver bells swaying on his wrists. His amber eyes were noble and indifferent. Fireflies filled the sky, as if he contained some divinity.

At that moment, she seemed to have seen the legendary god.

God brought her out of the poisonous forest, detoxified her, and sent her back to the Central Plains.

When you are young, you really cannot meet someone who is too amazing. If you see him/her once, you will never forget him/her. If you see him/her a second time, you will be filled with greed. If you see him/her a third time, you will feel like desiring him/her.

Everyone in the world loves to watch the fall of God. The flower on the high mountain falls into the quagmire, experiences all kinds of emotions and sufferings, becomes free from all dust and disappears into the world, and so does she.

She was in love with God, loved God, but God's gaze never stayed on her, so she imprisoned God here, only hoping that God would pray and sing for her alone in the years to come.

Yang Xuelian looked at her calmly and distantly, but his heart was filled with sneer.

If he had not met her, he would still be roaming freely in Miaojiang, with mountains and forests as his pillow, falcons as his companions, living a free and unrestrained life. But now, just wanting to see the starry sky has become a luxury.

"it is good."

It was unknown how long it had been, but Yang Xuelian finally lifted her cherry-like thin lips. Her amber eyes were cold enough to reveal a hint of emotion, but there seemed to be an incomprehensible light floating up from the depths of her eyes.

Before Princess Jin'an had time to be happy, Yang Xuelian's ethereal voice, like broken jade, came again: "Bring the person here and put him down, and you can leave. Jin'an, I still don't want to see you."

Princess Jin'an looked at him for a long time, but finally couldn't resist him and compromised.

Soon Feng Zhuyue was secretly sent in. Yang Xuelian looked down at him lying unconscious on the cushion with indifferent eyes. The first glance was nonchalant, the second glance showed a hint of surprise in her amber eyes.

Such a difficult-to-solve love poison was actually solved?

Yang Xuelian couldn't help but lean over and curiously probe into Feng Zhuyue's heart pulse.

Half an hour later, Feng Zhuyue finally woke up slowly. His chest still hurt a little, so he couldn't help but cover it with his hand. When he turned his head, he met a pair of cold, calm, indifferent and distant eyes.

Yang Xuelian stood there, dressed in spotless white, eyes like glass, and an extraordinary fairy-like appearance.

It was just like when he accidentally entered a cave when he was young. For the first time, he was able to catch a glimpse of such a magnificent sight. He thought he had entered the Nine-Layered Fairyland, which was so vast and boundless. His heart was filled with amazement, as if he had been enlightened.

Feng Zhuyue looked at him, her eyes full of admiration: "Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

If Princess Jin'an was present, she would certainly be surprised. The person she had hidden from others in every possible way had become so familiar with her beloved son.

Yang Xuelian's cold and icy voice lingered in his ears: "The love poison you planted has been removed."

After God fell.

What will it become?

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The moon was at its zenith, and Wen Ranyan slept a little uneasily.

The spring rain was rustling, and the air was chilly. The sharp blade swept across with a chilling light, and a surge of murderous intent followed.

The blade slashed down——

Wen Ranyan suddenly opened his eyes and dodged the chopping blade with ease.

The blade fell again, and even the air became stagnant like ice and snow.

Wen Ranyan had already stretched out his hand, firmly grasped the sharp blade, and clamped it between his hands, with great momentum.

The sharp tip of the sword chilled her fingers. Wen Ranyan slowly raised her eyes, and her gaze met the assassin's astonished one.

He never thought that the concubine's daughter of the prime minister who was raised on the farm could easily resolve his attack. It was obvious that she was skilled in kung fu.

"Did Prime Minister Wen send you to kill me?" Wen Ranyan looked at him with a smile. The light from the pearl lamp niche shone on her, and her face looked gloomy and strange.

The assassin was only surprised for a moment, but he still couldn't escape Wen Ranyan's sharp eyes.

"My wicked father can't even tolerate a weak woman?" Wen Ranyan said this aggrievedly, but there was a strange light in her almond-shaped eyes.

The assassin was still immersed in her mournful words. Suddenly, poisonous insects swarmed from the sky and rushed into his seven orifices.

The bone-wrenching pain spread.

"what--"

The assassin's wailing came soon.

Wen Ranyan sat upright on the carved bed, watching his miserable wailing with relish.

The assassin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and his instinct for survival made him step back and stumble out.

This is a witch.

Wen Ranyan followed him nonchalantly, dressed in plain clothes, with a delicate face, and a soft voice that seemed to carry some indulgence: "Why did you run away? I don't eat people."

The voice behind him was like a demon or a ghost, constantly lingering in the assassin's ears. He was frightened and stumbled and fell in the rainy night.

Rain splashed, and the assassin's eyes had been stabbed by poisonous insects and were bleeding. He tried hard to keep his eyes open, and saw Wen Ranyan walking towards him in the blood mist, swaying and moving, charming and leisurely, just like strolling in a garden.

Wen Ranyan stopped in front of him and asked with a smile, "Can't run anymore?"

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

The assassin fell to the ground, trembling.

The poisonous thread in Wen Ranyan's sleeve had already wrapped around his neck, the thin threads penetrated deep into his skin, and bits of blood fell like beads.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she smiled seductively, extremely viciously: "But, you were the one who tried to kill me first. If I didn't know Kung Fu, I would have been beheaded long ago."

"If I beg you, you will definitely not let me go, right?"

Hearing this, the assassin's eyes flickered with guilt. Wen Ranyan sneered and tightened the poison thread in her hand. Before the assassin could even scream, his head and body were separated in an instant.

The blood mist sprayed all over the sky, painting a wonderful picture under the spring rain, magnificent and extraordinary.

At that moment, lazy and continuous clapping sounds suddenly came from the silent night sky.

"Clap clap-"

Then, the unique and vague voice of Feng Qiwu came slowly and swept to her ears.

"Madam, you kill people, and you kill them beautifully."