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

Feng Qiwu picked up a stone and flicked it with his fingertips.

The stone filled with murderous intent flew through the air, bringing a terrifying pressure.

After a few breaths, the stone seemed to have crashed into the abyss, and no sound was heard.

Feng Qiwu frowned, his eyes as cold as an eagle's.

The moon was casting heavy shadows and the surroundings were mysterious. Wen Ranyan unconsciously looked towards the ancient tree.

Although there was no movement, the shadows of the trees were blown away by the strong wind. In an instant, a long and pleasant bell sounded, and a figure was revealed.

"Ah, don't kill me, I'm just passing by."

A hearty voice sounded, and although it was begging for mercy, there was a smile between the words, and there was no trace of fear.

A frosty moon was pouring down overhead, and the man sitting quietly on the old tree took off his hood, revealing a face more handsome and delicate than the mountain moon.

He was wearing a navy blue robe embroidered with silver threads, his short hair was slightly curled, and there was a shining silver ornament on his forehead. His pair of quiet and deep peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, and his thin red lips were raised, and his smile had a bit of hipster meaning.

The wheat-colored boy was shaking his legs with a smile. There was a falcon lying on his shoulder. He was stroking its back slowly and leisurely, looking very uninhibited and casual.

The stone that just flew out was actually caught in the falcon's mouth. No wonder there was no sound.

Feng Qiwu narrowed his eyes, his gaze as cold as a knife, shocking the soul: "From Miaojiang."

Sang Muye nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, young man, you have good eyesight. I am from Miaojiang."

"Why are you from Miaojiang here?" Feng Qiwu said sternly, his pressure reappearing.

Sang Muye patted his frightened little sweetheart, his peach blossom eyes like the dusky sky with twinkling stars: "I'm bored of staying in Miaojiang, so I want to come to your Central Plains to play, is that not possible? Besides, isn't the girl next to you also from our Miaojiang?"

He had a smile on his face and spoke in an innocent tone, but his voice blended in the wind was like the song of a deep-sea siren, concealing a hint of charm.

The people of Miao seem to be born this way.

Wen Ranyan, who was called out, rolled her eyes and touched her nose, looking a little innocent.

Feng Qiwu glanced at Sang Muye, and finally fixed his gaze on Wen Ranyan. He curved his thin lips and said in a low and hoarse voice, "She is not from your Miaojiang. She is mine."

The Miao people are different from the Western Regions. They live in a corner and have always been law-abiding. Occasionally, some Miao people will come to Beilang to shop and play, but this is not a big deal at all.

Looking at the young man in front of him, although he has a playful smile on his face, his behavior reveals something extraordinary. He should be a person of noble status in Miaojiang. Now that the Western Regions are eyeing him covetously, unnecessary disputes should not be provoked. The person in front of him really cannot be killed.

After hearing this, Sang Muye couldn't help but cry out in surprise, covering his heart.

He had long heard from his tribesmen that the people of Central Plains were reserved and obscure, but how come he had suddenly run into such charming and unrestrained people when he arrived in Central Plains?

Could it be that the information in the clan is wrong?

Sang Muye glanced at Feng Qiwu for a few seconds, then turned his gaze to Wen Ranyan.

Nonsense, how does this girl look like she’s from Central Plains?

She is so skilled and ruthless in playing with the bugs, and is so skilled in using poisonous silk. No matter how you look at it, she must be from Miao. But when did their tribe have such a powerful girl?

Sang Muye couldn't help but take a few more glances, his peach blossom eyes staring straight at her, his curiosity fully revealed.

The moonlight was bright, and Wen Ranyan was standing in the sea of ​​blood, looking at him generously. She was also looking at the Miao boy with open eyes full of curiosity.

I wonder who is more powerful, the Miao people here or her?

Feng Qiwu frowned and stood in front of Wen Ranyan unconsciously.

His red robe rustled in the wind, the moonlight streamed on his face, his features were gorgeous and charming, but his narrow and long phoenix eyes were filled with menacing viciousness, especially when he looked at the young man from Miao, the murderous intent and danger in his eyes could not be concealed.

The wind blew and the smoke filled the air.

After a while, Feng Qi Wu Ru smiled slightly, but her voice in the twilight was extremely eerie and terrifying: "I'm still in a good mood now, so leave quickly. If you dare to look at me again, I don't mind digging your eyeballs out."

Sang Muye howled and immediately covered his eyeballs, begging for mercy: "I won't do it again, I won't do it again. I'll leave right away, young man, calm down."

After he finished speaking, Sang Muye, holding the falcon on his shoulder, disappeared in a flash. He looked as if he was really frightened by Feng Qiwu's brutality.

Feng Qiwu looked at the direction where he disappeared, his eyes filled with deep thought, and he couldn't help but sneer.

Are you bored of staying in Miaojiang? Want to come to Beilang for some fun?

A lot of nonsense.

Feng Qiwu subconsciously looked at Wen Ranyan again, with an even stronger sneer in his eyes. All the people from the Miao area were the same.

However, as long as the Miao boy does not do anything detrimental to Beilang, whatever he wants to do has nothing to do with him. Otherwise, he will never return and will be buried in Beilang forever.

"There seems to be a sour smell in the wind, can you smell it, my husband?"

As soon as the Miao boy left, Wen Ranyan leaned forward, wrapped her little finger around his sleeve, and quickly slid into his sleeve, grabbing his fingers and deliberately teasing and playing with them.

Feng Qiwu could easily hear the teasing in her words. He opened his thin lips and said with a half-smile, "Why is there a sour smell in the wind? Madam, your nose is not working properly. When we get back, I will ask a doctor to treat you properly."

Wen Ranyan glanced at him, eyes full of charm: "You are such a tough guy."

She turned sideways and jumped onto the roof, ready to leave.

Feng Qiwu followed closely.

When the two figures completely disappeared, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the corners of dark blue clothes were revealed, and Sang Muye had come back again.

There was also a man in black, like a shadow, beside him. He was Hei Yao who was beside Prime Minister Wen. The situation suddenly became strange.

"I was scared to death. The man in red must be Beilang's killer, Feng Qiwu." Sang Muye covered his chest, still in shock. "Luckily I ran fast, otherwise, he would have dug out my beautiful eyes."

Hei Yao said: "Young Master, that person is indeed Feng Qiwu."

Sang Muye tapped his palms lightly, his peach blossom eyes filled with smiles: "I knew it, I'm really smart. By the way, you said you found my uncle's trace in Beilang, where is he?"

As he spoke, he put his hand over his forehead and looked around, looking out of place.

"I am incompetent." Hei Yao frowned, "I only found a little scent of the Love Poison. The unique refining method was very much like the work of the previous young master, but the scent suddenly disappeared without a trace. The only clue is gone."

Hearing this, the smile in Sang Muye's eyes faded. He glanced to the side, and a sharp light emerged in his deep peach blossom eyes: "Then keep investigating. After so many years, this is the only time we have found some clues. I don't believe that we can't find the person."

After saying this, he played with the falcon on his shoulder and returned to his playful look.

"Ahhh, after all these years, will my uncle be abused by bad people?"

Hei Yao took the order and immediately disappeared like a shadow.