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

The sudden shouting broke the tranquility in the room. Yang Xuelian hated noise the most, so he couldn't help but frown.

"What's the fuss outside?"

Soon someone came to report: "Report to the king, there are Turks outside making trouble, claiming that we killed their little Khan, and asked us to hand over the antidote."

Yang Xuelian frowned again when he heard this. He had clearly given the antidote to Du Lin beforehand. Now, the Turks were making a scene and crying "the thief is thief". What was their intention?

Seeing his frown, Moke Lianhua curled her lips and said in a soft voice, "Ashina Ba is not the kind of person who stirs up trouble. He is the most ferocious wolf on the grassland. He despises this method the most. Why don't the Miaojiang King go out and take a look? Maybe there is some misunderstanding here?"

"My lord, why don't you come out with me to explore?" When Yang Xuelian stood up, he couldn't help but invite Moke Lianhua to go with him.

Moka Lianhua nodded, then stood up, twisting the sandalwood Buddhist beads.

He had a graceful figure, untainted by dust, and a snow-white cassock that trailed on the ground. The sound of the Buddhist beads in his hands colliding was crisp and pleasant to the ear, and it seemed as if one could hear the chanting of Sanskrit, washing away all the noise of the world.

Yang Xuelian was the first to walk out of the stilt house.

There was a great chaos outside the building. A group of Turkic people were lying there in a mess. The leader, Ashina Ba, was supporting himself with a scimitar, so as not to look so embarrassed that he would be laughed at.

But even so, his pale face and the black and blue lips were shocking to look at. It was obvious that he had been poisoned.

Yang Xuelian paused and asked sincerely, "Little Khan, how did you get yourself into such a mess?"

Ashina Ba frowned, his black eyes were cold and sharp, he said nothing, like a wolf ready to pounce.

The soldiers around him rushed to ask for accusations: "Miaojiang King, you lured us into the poisonous forest and poisoned us. What was your intention?"

"If anything happens to our little Khan, we Turks will definitely crush your Miao territory to the ground. By then, there will be wars and people will be displaced. It will all be your fault, the King of Miao Territory. You will be the eternal sinner."

"..."

The soldiers were talking to each other, like flies buzzing in their ears, and it was so noisy that Yang Xuelian got a headache.

But he also grasped the key point in the noise. The troops led by Ashina Ba were suddenly poisoned when they were crossing the poisonous forest, and he had already given them the antidote before that.

But now they are still poisoned...

It is obvious that someone is deliberately framing others and trying to sow discord between Miao and the Turks. If something really happened to Ashinaba, I am afraid the Turks will not let it go.

Now that the expedition to Beilang is imminent, what he needs are allies, not enemies. The best plan now is to cure Ashina Ba of the poison.

Having figured out the key, Yang Xuelian dared not delay any longer and immediately took out a bottle of antidote from his sleeve.

When the Turkic soldiers saw that he was about to take action, they rushed over to stop him.

Seeing this, Moke Lianhua tried to stop them, her clear voice echoing with the wind: "The Miaojiang King is helping your little Khan to detoxify. Once the misunderstandings are resolved, sit down and talk in detail."

He was a Buddhist, full of Buddhist fragrance and compassion. Even the most irritable Turkic soldier calmed down and dared not say anything more when he saw him.

After half an hour, the poison of Ashina Ba and several soldiers was finally cured.

At that time, the sun was shining brightly, and shadows shone through the window. Three people were sitting upright in the stilt house.

Because Ashina Ba had just been cured of the poison, his face was still pale, but he was in much better spirits. He looked coldly at Yang Xuelian with his slender black eyes, his voice slightly cold, suppressing his anger.

"Miao Jiang King, are you not going to give me an explanation for this matter?"

Yang Xuelian looked at him, his eyes clear and frank: "What do you want to explain, little Khan? If I say that this matter has nothing to do with our Miao territory, can you believe it?"

Ashina Ba's eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through people. "But I was clearly poisoned when I was crossing the poisonous forest, but the Miao king said that this matter had nothing to do with you Miao. Then who poisoned me?"

Could it be that this poison came out of nowhere?

Is it his bad luck?

"Perhaps someone knows that the three of us are having a secret meeting here, and intends to stir up the situation and make us feel resentful. It is not a bad idea. Besides, I am not stupid enough to poison people in my Miao territory. Even if I want to do it, I should be covert." Yang Xuelian stared, and the last two sentences were sharp.

Ashina Ba frowned and lowered his eyes.

Yang Xuelian's last two sentences were really unpleasant to hear, but they made sense.

He was able to sit on the throne of the Miao King in such a short time, so he must be no ordinary person. The timing is even more wrong, and he would never do such a stupid thing as poisoning.

If it's not him, then who could it be?

Thinking of the clear bell sound he heard faintly in the poisonous forest, Ashina Ba's eyes became even darker than ice.

There was silence in the stilt house for a moment, and the atmosphere was cold and depressing.

Wen Ranyan leaned silently on the lush branches.

Looking down from her position, she could see everything inside the stilt house at a glance.

Just as she thought, the person who sat on the throne of the Miao King was indeed a familiar face.

The man who should have died in the fire is now alive and well as the King of Miao. Wen Ranyan is not surprised. After all, how could a man who has made Princess Jin'an obsessed with him for more than 20 years be a waste?

Even when he was locked up in the cave, he caused unrest in the Feng Mansion. It was reasonable for him to escape by this trick.

As for that unfamiliar Buddha...

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered slightly.

It is heard that the monarch of the Western Regions Royal Court is also a Buddhist with profound Taoism. Although Yang Xuelian is now the King of Miao Territory, he dare not neglect that Buddhist at all.

It seems that he must be the monarch of the Western Regions, Moka Lianhua.

"Lady, long time no see. Have you abandoned Feng Qiwu and come to join us in Miaojiang?"

Just as Wen Ranyan was lost in thought, a male voice as bewitching as a siren's echoed in her ears, overwhelming and burning.

Wen Ranyan collected his thoughts and suddenly looked towards the source of the sound——

Then I saw a person squatting on the branch at the other end. The boy with wheat-colored skin had a stunning face. Under the sunlight, he seemed more tender and delicate than the mountain moon. His misty peach blossom eyes were like crushed stars, deep and vast, and full of smiles.

It’s Sang Muye.

I've dealt with her several times in Beilang and even followed her.

But this time he came silently, and no one knew how much he saw.

A cold light flashed in Wen Ranyan's eyes, but she soon raised her lips and smiled charmingly: "Yes, I have come to join you."

"Then you have come to the right place. Our place has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the people are simple and honest. It is much better than Beilang." Sang Muye looked at her with a smile, the silver ornaments on his forehead jingling and shining brightly.

Wen Ranyan's smile deepened, and she pretended to be nice to him: "I think it's pretty good too."

"Then you, shouldn't go back and tell Feng Qiwu, right?" Sang Muye turned around and suddenly met her eyes.

He was still smiling, leisurely nibbling the red fruit in his hand. He seemed to be asking casually, but his eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, and danger was hidden in them.