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

The lonely snow, accompanied by the cold wind, swept wildly, the snow waves were surging, and people felt cold all over.

The elite soldiers who were originally in chaos suddenly calmed down. They first looked at each other, and then all looked up at the woman standing on the city wall.

She is not as quiet and graceful as a lady from a noble family, but she is like a sharp sword unsheathed in the cold, radiating with energy, which can make people surrender at first sight.

The elite soldiers immediately put down their weapons, knelt down and bowed their heads, saying: "We are willing to surrender and follow the Queen."

Helian Yue's rebellion was an unjust act, and he had ambitions but no ability to take on the responsibility, so he was simply not up to the task.

Now that his crime of poisoning his own mother has been exposed, the soldiers under him have long been dissatisfied. After his death, it is impossible for them to make unnecessary sacrifices. Wen Ranyan intends to let them go, which naturally shows that he knows the current situation.

"Long live your Majesty—"

The elite soldiers bowed their heads and shouted in unison.

The sudden roar broke through the cold night wind and snow, rising straight into the sky with a majestic momentum.

Wen Ranyan put down her longbow and stood high on the city wall with her hands behind her back. She lowered her eyes and looked down at the elite soldiers kneeling on the ground in the wind and snow. The flying snow brushed across her eyebrows. Her eyes were cold and silent. Her straight back was like a bamboo and her clothes rustled in the wind.

Behind her was the flag that belonged exclusively to Beilang, fluttering in the cold wind, demonstrating the country's enduring strength, like a majestic ocean.

Wen Ranyan's majesty lasted only a few seconds before he slumped down and leaned lazily, with a hint of fatigue between his brows.

It was all Helian Yue’s fault for disturbing her rest.

"Cut off Helian Yue's head and hang it on the city wall as a warning to others." Wen Ranyan casually ordered his men, then straightened up lazily and walked towards the bedroom.

The deputy general was stunned when he heard this, but he quickly realized that she wanted to use this move to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. If anyone dared to rebel while the emperor was away, the King of Yongqing would be their fate.

"I accept your order."

The deputy general immediately picked up his sword and went down the city wall with a solemn face.

Yizhou, Fujiang River.

The heavy snow fell on the surface of the river and sank to the bottom of the river in an instant, like a speck of dust, without any ripples.

Moka Lianhua led a large number of elite troops in a low-key manner, traveling on the river in a simple wooden boat.

The banks of the rivers are covered with green, and now the heavy snow has covered them all in silver. The branches weighed down by the snow look like hanging strands of colored glaze silver threads from a distance, which is a beautiful sight.

Moka Lianhua was not interested in the beautiful scenery, but was only thinking about how to break the city and how to capture several rich cities in Beilang.

After an unknown amount of time, the wooden boat arrived near the moat of Yizhou.

A vanguard went off the boat to conduct reconnaissance, and only returned to report after confirming that all the troops in Yizhou City had been deployed to the vicinity of the city tower.

"Report, the troops of Yizhou City have been dispatched. The defense of the city is lax. My Lord, you can go ashore to deploy and seize the city."

Upon hearing this, Moka Lianhua opened her thin lips and said in a loud voice: "Go ashore."

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers will leave the ships and go ashore. Their cold and sharp black armor stands out against the snowy night. They are like a swarm of locusts passing through a land. Their momentum is huge, and their morale is magnificent, as if they have the power to overwhelm mountains and seas.

After all the elite troops had landed, Moka Lianhua came ashore leisurely. All his actions were slow and unhurried, just like a leisurely and contented hermit. As his white monk robe fluttered in the wind, he held Buddhist beads in his hand, looking aloof from the world, his eyes like light clouds, yet filled with undying ambition.

He raised his lips and deployed them in a hurry: "You elite team go to find the location of the food and burn it, and the rest of you follow me to kill them -"

"Yes."

In the dreary and dark night, it seemed that only the powerful army of the Western Regions was left in the huge city. They dispersed quickly as if there was no one around, hiding in the darkness. It seemed that no one could stop them and they could do whatever they wanted, burning and killing at will.

"Dengdengdeng-"

The combat boots made an orderly sound as they stepped on the ground. Moko Lianhua looked at the fire burning in Yizhou City. His eyes were as thick as the darkness, yet faintly flashing with an excitement that was hard to conceal.

Has the location of the food and grass been found and burned?

So fast?

Feng Qiwu had only been emperor for a few days, yet he had become so careless and overconfident?

Moka Lianhua stood there with his mind racing. He always felt that everything he did was going extremely smoothly, so smoothly that it seemed as if there was a hand behind him fanning the flames.

Otherwise, given Feng Qiwu's sophistry, would he really be so easily fooled?

At that moment, the orderly footsteps suddenly became a little chaotic, and then, as if something unexpected happened, the chaos seemed a little complicated and messy, and then, it was out of control.

Moka Lianhua seemed to have thought of something, his heart suddenly tightened, and he shouted sternly: "We've fallen into a trap, board the ship and evacuate!"

Since he could think of luring the tiger away from the mountain, wouldn't Feng Qiwu take advantage of him?

The huge Yizhou city was so quiet, without even basic military deployment. He should have thought that there must be a trick.

He said Feng Qiwu was too arrogant, and now he might be the arrogant one.

But he only realized it now, but it was too late.

Amid the fluttering goose-feather snow, a ray of dazzling sword light tore through the endless night. Before anyone could react to what was happening, only a few “puff” sounds were heard.

It was the sound of a sword penetrating into flesh, like a hissing sound, and it was exceptionally clear in the chaos.

Moka Lianhua looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the elite troops he had sent to burn the food supplies had been forced back without him knowing when.

They were stabbed in the abdomen, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of their mouths. In a moment, they fell to the ground with a thud, without a sound.

Moko Lianhua frowned, his eyes filled with sharp indifference. He gathered his troops and prepared to board the ship to retreat back to Liangzhou City. After the cleanup was completed, he would look for an opportunity to break into the city.

But before they could get on board, a dense rain of arrows came towards them, and a rustling wind tore through the sky, destroying everything in its path.

The Western Region soldiers were caught off guard. They hurriedly used their weapons to fight back, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment.

"The water of the Fu River is clear and surrounded by greenery. Has the Lord of the Western Region been dazzled by the beautiful scenery along the way?"

Amid the rustling of sharp arrows, a clear and smiling male voice as clear as breaking jade was heard. It was neither high nor low, but it went straight into people's ears.

Moka Lianhua suddenly looked towards the source of the sound.

Then, in the cold snow and fog, Feng Qiwu was seen wearing black armor, with his horse's tail hanging high, sitting resolutely on the horse's back. The black gold bow in his hand was fully drawn, his hair swaying slightly in the cold wind, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and he looked like a young and heroic man.

His eyes seemed to be filled with ice and snow, with all his hostility hidden. At that moment, he was staring at Moko Lianhua with a half-smile.

Moka Lianhua retracted her hand that was twisting the Buddhist beads, but her face was calm and composed: "What a good trick, you are luring me into a trap. I wanted to attack you at night, but I didn't expect that you knew my intention and deliberately lured me into the trap."

Feng Qiwu raised his eyebrows, and pointed the arrow in his hand directly at Moke Lianhua's face. He said slowly, "Wrong, it's a trick. I'm trying to catch you in the trap. Who do you think I'm going to catch?"

Hearing this, Moke Lianhua frowned slightly, his eyes became sharp, and he said coldly: "Arrogant."

Things on the battlefield are changing rapidly. Does Feng Qiwu really think that he has the world in his hands and can easily control everything?

He came from where he came from, and he can naturally go back there.

Feng Qiwu looked at the vast Fu River, perhaps seeing through his thoughts, and said with a leisurely laugh: "The Lord of the Western Regions is planning to leave the Fu River and retreat to Liangzhou?"

"But have you ever thought that I used Helian Yue to lure you into the city during the Liangzhou Incident?"

His smiling voice was like a sharp blade in winter, piercing people through.