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

When Feng Qiwu heard the voice, he subconsciously looked over.

The light and shadow blurred his features, but when he looked at her, his black eyes were unusually bright and shining.

Wen Ranyan lowered the crystal curtain and walked to Feng Qiwu in the blink of an eye. Her red lips curled up and she couldn't help but say, "Helian Yue has been stationed in Liangzhou for many years. All the people in Liangzhou are his. Who else could have instructed the governor to do this except him?"

As she spoke, she observed his expressions and saw that Feng Qiwu looked calm and composed, so she knew that he had already figured out Helian Yue's actions and even his psychology.

Just like a top hunter, he keeps calm but makes people desperate and lose their sense of proportion.

In the end, all the cards have to be revealed, and there is no way out.

Wen Ranyan's eyes sparkled, and her smile became more charming and long, "Helian Yue actually dared to collaborate with the enemy and betray the country, he is really very courageous."

She acted as if she was joking, showing no sense of urgency after the city was breached.

She knew that Feng Qiwu must have made comprehensive arrangements.

Feng Qiwu looked at her and curled his lips as well. His sharp eyebrows were tinged with a bit of profoundness. "I will be leading the army in person soon. The border city has been occupied by foreign tribes. The war is urgent and the war is raging. There is no time to delay. I am the God of War of Beilang. It is legitimate for me to go to war, which will also fulfill the thief's wish."

If he leads the army in person, most of the troops will naturally be dispatched with him.

By then, the military strength in the imperial city would also be reduced, and there would be no one guarding the palace and no troops deployed. The slightest movement of the enemy would result in the defeat and change of ownership, which would be exactly what Helian Yue wanted.

And at this time, he suddenly opened the city gate and welcomed the foreigners from the Western Regions into the city. Wasn't he trying to make a feint to the east and attack in the west, luring the tiger away from the mountain?

In this way, they took advantage of the opponent's strategy and killed two birds with one stone.

Facing Wen Ranyan's radiant smile, Feng Qiwu leaned closer, put his lips to her ear, and said, "When I go to the battle myself, the Imperial City will be handed over to you. At that time, all the troops in the Imperial City will be at your disposal. It is up to you to decide whether to kill Helian Yue or keep him alive."

This important trust is the ultimate trust.

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan raised her eyes gracefully, her eyes full of sparkling light.

Suddenly, she smiled with an ambiguous and malicious tone, "You are so confident in handing over the imperial city to me, I will naturally not let you down, but I have power in my hands. If I lose my mind, what will I do when you return triumphantly to see that the throne has changed hands?"

Feng Qiwu pinched her delicate white wrist, his fingertips snaked up, and after a pause, he said: "If you like, I will immediately offer this country with both hands. It is not impossible for you to be the emperor and I to be the queen."

His voice was tender and filled with endless laughter, sounding like a joke, but his black eyes were unusually calm, and the blazing light in his eyes was like brilliant starlight, bright and firm, yet with an indescribable tenderness.

It didn't seem like he was joking.

Wen Ranyan met his vast black eyes and wanted to pull her hand back, "Forget it, the affairs of the court are piling up, and I don't want to be so worried that my hair falls out every day."

After a few pulls without any movement, Feng Qiwu unexpectedly held him even tighter.

"When I come back from Liangzhou, I want you to come to the city gate to greet me with Helian Yue's head. We can celebrate the triumph of both sides together, okay?"

Feng Qiwu clenched her wrist and stared at her. His black eyes were like bright stars and moons, and the glittering light made her whole body itch, and even her heart felt like ripples.

Wen Ranyan looked directly into the burning gaze in his eyes without dodging or avoiding it, but she did not explicitly agree, "We must celebrate the triumphant return."

Feng Qiwu frowned, and couldn't help but grab her soft waist, lifting her up suddenly, and the distance between them quickly narrowed.

The two of them leaned against each other, the overly hot temperature spread through the clothes, their entangled breaths blended together, and ambiguity suddenly grew.

Wen Ranyan stretched out her hand and gently placed it on his chest. The color in her eyes was charming and she couldn't stop smiling: "I have already promised you, what? Are you still not satisfied?"

"But you didn't agree explicitly, and your mind is full of thoughts. Are you thinking of leaving again?"

Feng Qiwu held her chin, the curve of the corners of his lips was very beautiful, but his eyes were dark and gloomy.

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Wen Ranyan moved her little finger and lightly hooked it around his waist.

The ripples caused by her fingertips made Feng Qiwu frown, and the depression in her heart seemed to disappear into thin air.

Before he could react, Wen Ranyan took off the tiger talisman from his waist and said, "Since you want me to guard the imperial city, then I will keep this tiger talisman. Then, I will be able to deploy the troops in the capital better."

Once, Prime Minister Wen asked her to steal the tiger talisman, which was a life-risking act.

Now, she took off the tiger talisman easily without any effort.

"Whatever you want, you can take it now."

Feng Qiwu held her hand and moved it from her waist down, and suddenly stopped at one place.

At that time, he came closer, his eyes became increasingly hot and dark, and his bright smile held some evil meaning.

When Wen Ranyan looked at him, her smile deepened, "How shameless! I only need this tiger talisman—"

Just like the tiger talisman in my hand, it makes my hands bumpy.

"I don't believe it." Feng Qiwu pressed against him and leaned down.

More and more shameless.

In November of the first year of Beilang, the new emperor personally led the army to fight.

Hundreds of thousands of black-armored cavalrymen marched north from the imperial city, passing through rivers and ancient roads. The cavalrymen were numerous, trampling through the yellow sand, marching in a vast army, shocking all directions, and they traveled thousands of miles until they finally arrived near Yizhou.

In Liangzhou City, the city gates were closed, the whole city was covered with dark clouds and white snow, the streets and alleys were empty, the people's doors were closed and there was no sign of human life, as if it was a dead city.

The heavy snow dyed the bluestone road white, and the fine snow was blown up by the wind like dust, making the scene bleak.

Suddenly, in this vast expanse of white, a group of soldiers came. The leader was sitting in a sedan chair carried by eight people. The white gauze on all sides fluttered in the wind, and when one corner was slightly lifted, the Lord of the Western Regions, Moka Lianhua, was seen sitting in it.

He gently twisted the Buddhist beads, closed his eyes slightly, and a spot of red cinnabar on his forehead flowed with endless divinity. The Buddha's mercy lingered around him. He was wearing a plain white monk robe, the white color was like the clean snow floating in the north.

Wherever the sedan chair passes, Buddhist chants are heard and prayer flags are fluttering, a song of soothing the soul and demonstrating the compassion of Buddhists.

Suddenly, a cavalryman stepped forward and reported respectfully through the fluttering veil: "My lord, this Liangzhou City is very strange. When we invaded this place from the Western Regions, no one cried or complained. Every household stayed indoors and there was no movement. It seemed like a lonely dead city."

If it were in the past, when the city gates were broken and foreign enemies invaded massively, there would surely be widespread grief. Why is it so quiet today?

It was so quiet that it seemed like a cage luring them in.

Hearing the voice, Moka Lianhua slowly opened her eyes with a smile in them. Her innate friendliness made people feel at peace.

He smiled and said, "The people are definitely scared of the invasion. It is reasonable for them not to cry or make a fuss in order to protect themselves. The whole city is in our hands, so what's the harm in being a little surprised?"

The cavalryman said, "What the lord said is absolutely right."

"I heard that Feng Qiwu led the army in person. Where is the army going now?" Moka Lianhua asked again, a sharp edge suddenly flashing across her smiling eyes.