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

Hearing this, Yang Xuelian looked at him again, with a hint of sneer in her amber eyes.

"You still want the love poison?"

Yang Xuelian stood up slowly. His snow-white sleeves were as light as smoke, inlaid with dazzling gilded light. He stood there, feeling cold to the bone, like the distant and unreachable dark moon and stars.

Feng Zhuyue met his cold and frosty eyes, and felt a chill rushing into her limbs and bones, even the gaps between her bones were frozen like frost.

He trembled, and it took him a while to find his voice again: "Yes, now Shen Zhixiang is out of control, I urgently need another love poison to control her. Her talent, strategy, and family background are all what I need."

The reason why he was able to gain the trust of the children from poor families was mostly due to his relationship with Shen Zhixiang.

The Shen family was a noble family with a lot of prestige among the children from poor families. Naturally, he had gained a lot of benefits by being with them. But now that the poison had been removed, all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Yang Xuelian looked over from afar, his eyes were very indifferent, like falling snow: "Do you want to taste the taste of the poisonous insect's backlash again?"

Feng Zhuyue's back suddenly stiffened and his bones felt cold. At this moment, he could still feel the pain of the backlash, like thousands of needles pricking him, like ants gnawing at him, making him feel worse than death.

"Teacher, what you mean is, can it be solved?"

Feng Zhuyue clenched her fists, refusing to give up.

Yang Xuelian flicked his sleeves, and the chains on his body clanged: "If someone can unlock it once, they can unlock it a second time."

He became more and more curious about who could remove the love poison he had created.

When refining it, he added more mysteries, which ordinary people simply cannot decipher.

Could it be that during the years he was away, some talented genius emerged in Miaojiang?

Thinking of this, the sneer in Yang Xuelian's eyes became even stronger. The Miao region had long been divided and in chaos, with disasters everywhere. The evil and jealousy in people's hearts made them unable to tolerate talented geniuses, and if they could not tolerate them, they would destroy them.

Yang Xuelian looked at the chains that bound him, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, and his eyes were suddenly filled with desolation.

Feng Zhuyue was anxious: "Teacher, do you have any other Gu?"

Yang Xuelian asked, "Does your ambition mean that you can't achieve it without the Gu worm?"

Feng Zhuyue looked at him: "What does the teacher mean?"

Yang Xuelian looked at him for a moment, then suddenly opened her cherry-like thin lips and said, "I heard you say the other day that the envoys from the Western Regions seeking peace have come to Beilang. You can make a fuss about this matter. As for how to do it and how to do it, it depends on your ability."

His silver hair hung down as he stood among a field of fireflies. His amber eyes were as cold as frost and snow, but if one looked closely, one could vaguely see the ghostly color hidden deep in his eyes.

Just like a fallen demon, bewitching all living beings.

Feng Zhuyue was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly the fog cleared away, and her mind became clear: "Thank you for the advice, teacher."

Yang Xuelian waved her sleeves, lowered her eyebrows and said to the man, "You can leave now."

Feng Zhuyue bowed and left with a happy face.

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It is a sunny spring day with flowers blooming like brocade. The graceful willow trees on the shore are reflected in the sparkling lake, just like a pool of fine colored jasper, bright and green.

Because of hunting, Wen Ranyan went out to buy things again.

It's called shopping, but it's just an excuse to take out the money and go out for some fun. The days are extremely leisurely. If I don't go out to stretch my muscles, I'll become lazy and worms will grow in my bones.

Wen Ranyan bought some at random, mostly for eating.

Sijin knew that she loved food, so she pointed to a newly opened shop and said, "Madam, this is a new shop in our capital. I heard that the drunken duck chai sold there is juicy, tender and smooth. Madam, would you like to try it?"

There's a long queue in front of the shop. If you really want to eat, there's no need to waste your time in such a hurry.

Wen Ranyan was about to say no, but her eyes suddenly swept towards the narrow alley at the side. Her smiling eyebrows faded and her face turned slightly cold.

Someone was following them all the way.

Although he followed silently, she still caught it keenly.

Wen Ranyan changed her mind immediately and said to Sijin with a sweet smile, "I want to eat the drunken duck and the cakes from Furongfang next door, so I'll trouble you, Sijin."

"No trouble." Sijin shook her head and went to queue with a smile.

Wen Ranyan glanced at her figure, turned around and walked into the narrow alley.

The empty narrow alley was silent, the light was blocked and it was dark like fog. Wen Ranyan stood in the center, the bright red dress on her body seemed to illuminate the gray and white surroundings, bright and eye-catching.

She listened carefully, and seemed to hear the sound of floating silver bells when the breeze blew past.

The sound of bells is as vague as smoke.

Wen Ranyan suddenly opened his eyes, and the poisonous thread in his sleeves attacked the northeast corner, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind.

The strands of hair on her forehead fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes with a sly smile.

After a moment, the poisonous thread seemed to have shot down something.

"Ouch."

There was a sound in the narrow alley.

Wen Ranyan followed the sound, but seemed to see a black shadow fleeing quickly, fleeing to the eaves of the house, and then to the edge of Yangliu Lake and the pleasure boat in the lake.

Her red lips curled up, her eyes locked tightly.

In a moment, Wen Ranyan walked over the stone walls of the narrow alley and chased the figure towards the pleasure boat in the lake.

The hem of her tulle skirt danced in the wind, golden bells rang on her ankles, her black hair was sheathed in a fine luster, as silky as satin, and her charming almond-shaped eyes were extremely arrogant and unrestrained, with a seductive look.

In a short while, she crossed the lake and came onto a pleasure boat.

Wen Ranyan pushed the door open and walked in, and saw the lake green crepe in the pleasure boat fluttering in the wind, like a field of deep green jade, disturbing the glow that came through like tiny pieces of gold foil.

Hazy and mysterious.

She glanced sideways, and the poisonous thread in her sleeve suddenly attacked the crepe on one side. A strong wind blew past, and a dark blue figure was hidden in it.

Wen Ranyan smiled sweetly, and as she rang the golden bell, poisonous insects suddenly swarmed in from the sky.

The man hiding in the dark finally couldn't hold back any longer, and he escaped from the encirclement of poisonous insects in an instant, like flowing clouds. The falcon on his shoulder cried out loudly, and he had profound internal strength and a fierce aura.

But he was begging for mercy: "Lady, spare my life, lady, spare my life."

The crepes were blown by the strong wind and dragged on the ground. Wen Ranyan reached out and grabbed his throat.

It happened that at this moment, Wen Ranyan finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

The young man with wheat-colored skin was wearing a navy blue robe embroidered with silver thread. The silver ornaments were bright and hazy. His facial features were as delicate as stars and moon. His pair of peach blossom eyes were like crushed stars, deep and vast.

The falcon lying on her shoulder had an unfriendly look and was extremely ferocious, but the wheat-colored boy was grinning and kept begging for mercy from her, looking pitiful, innocent and weak.

Wen Ranyan recognized him at a glance, looked into his deep peach blossom eyes, and spoke with a smile.

"The Miao people that night?"

"Why are you following me?"

Sang Muye twisted a piece of her clothes and said weakly and helplessly, "Lady, can you please move your hand away first? I'm so scared when you lock my neck like this."