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

Yuguan area.

Moka Lianhua rode a wild horse at a gallop, and behind him, tens of thousands of remnant soldiers followed in a mighty force. The sound of horse hooves shook the sky, and yellow sand rolled for thousands of miles.

"Whoosh" sound.

A sharp arrow split the sky, passed through the sand waves, and flew towards the direction of Moka Lotus. Its speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

Moka Lianhua tried to dodge, but was still pierced in the left shoulder by the speeding arrow.

The arrow was so powerful that it made his heart numb.

He pulled the reins tightly and tried his best to keep himself steady so as not to fall off the horse. However, the fishy and sweet taste in his throat was unbearable and he finally vomited large mouthfuls of blood.

Moke Lianhua wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked back, and saw Feng Qiwu still chasing him relentlessly.

The figure sitting on the horse under the melting snow looked heroic and murderous, with a pair of phoenix eyes full of murderous blood, like a wolf and a tiger, staring at him tightly, just like the cloud-piercing arrow just now, sharp and captivating, with a cold light.

Moka Lianhua withdrew his gaze, endured the pain in his left shoulder and walked into the depths of the desert, wanting to leave Feng Qiwu's troops far behind and trying to find a chance to catch his breath.

They are not good at naval battles, but the desert is where they have lived since childhood and they are familiar with the terrain here.

Soon, the Western Region Army found a secluded sand dune to hide.

Moka Lianhua exhaled a foul breath and said sternly: "The whole army should rest--"

After more than a month of fighting, the Western Region Army was already exhausted. Coupled with the bravery of the Northern Lang Army, they had long been defeated and their morale was low. It was a blessing that they now had a place to rest for a while.

Moka Lianhua jumped off the horse and slowly walked towards the clear spring on the side of the sand dune.

The spring was covered with a thin layer of ice. He hit it hard with his fist, and the thin ice broke, and the spring water gurgled.

He leaned over and used ice spring water to clean the wound on his left shoulder. The cold pain came over him, and he gritted his teeth, but not even a sound came out.

When Mahā Lianhua was washing the blood off his hands with spring water, he saw the reflection of the hawk circling in the sky through the clear water.

In a moment, the goshawk let out a long cry and swooped down.

Moka Lianhua seemed to sense something and reached out his hand, and the letter tube tied to the goshawk's leg fell into his hand.

He took out the secret letter, and after reading the words clearly, his heart suddenly sank. Countless violent resentments continued to grow in his chest, and the shock in his eyes turned into the coldness of a sharp blade.

He fought hard for the Western Regions on the front line, risking his life many times, and everything he did was to seek the welfare of the people in the Western Regions. However, the thirty-six countries in the rear not only did not give them support, but secretly instigated civil strife.

He said he wanted to overthrow his rule, but in reality, didn't he just want to satisfy his own ambitions?

But now that foreign threats have come, what good does it do them to seize the royal court’s century-long rule? Do they have the ability to fight against the Beilang Army led by Feng Qiwu?

Or, are they going to write a letter of surrender on his behalf, using sincerity to make Feng Qiwu withdraw his troops?

And he, who risked his life for the Western Regions, became an abandoned pawn and the eternal sinner of the Western Regions?

After thinking about it, Moko Lianhua was so angry that he used his internal energy to shatter the secret letter in his hand, and a sinister sneer escaped from his mouth.

How could there be such a wonderful thing in this world?

At that time, the pioneers came quickly, looking anxious: "Report, the Beilang army is chasing us again, just a few miles away."

Moka Lianhua's thoughts turned over and over, and suddenly his eyes fixed, and there seemed to be a bit more determination in his thin figure.

He turned his head and looked at the pale desert of the Western Regions, and said with his thin lips, "Don't retreat yet, I want to negotiate with Feng Qiwu--"

At the end of January, the heavy snow finally stopped.

The round sun rose in the desert, and crimson sand mist instantly filled the sand waves, turning them into a beautiful smoky color.

It was also in this month that Moko Lianhua issued a letter of surrender, promising that the Western Regions would not set foot in the Central Plains for decades, and would pay tribute of war horses, silk and other precious items every year, only asking Beilang to withdraw its troops quickly.

This war agreement was signed in the ancient country of Loulan, with the leaders of the two parties sitting in the conference hall.

Feng Qiwu sat with his legs crossed, playing with a wolf-hair brush in his hand. He looked lazy and had droopy eyelids. His armor was stained with blood after months of fighting. He exuded a murderous aura and was very intimidating.

He looked at the war contract in front of him and did not rush to sign it, still nonchalant.

Although Moka Lianhua was anxious in his heart, he remained calm on the surface. He said, "Your Majesty, do you have anything else to add to this battle agreement?"

Feng Qiwu raised her eyelids, met his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "I don't have anything to add, but you, Lord of the Western Regions, fought desperately a few days ago, but why did you suddenly surrender today and promise to pay tribute every year? This is not like your style."

Moka Lianhua pursed her lips and said nothing. What happened in the Western Regions was not something that could be told to outsiders.

Feng Qiwu tapped lightly on the table, looking quite relaxed and contented. After a few moments he leaned closer, his slightly curved phoenix eyes smiling and charming, his voice in a low voice.

"You are in such a hurry to send a letter and sign a war agreement because there is a war in the Western Regions."

His tone was not a question, but a statement, as if the affairs of the Western Regions were under his control.

Moko Lianhua's eyes flickered slightly. He stared at Feng Qiwu for a few moments without saying a word. He even guessed the civil strife. He was really perceptive.

His facial expression changed slightly, but Feng Qiwu still caught it: "It seems that I guessed right. Compared with an external threat like me, internal strife is more likely to cause a country to split and perish. It is reasonable for the Lord of the Western Region to be anxious to go back and quell the rebellion."

Moka Lotus: "..."

In this case, let’s sign the war agreement as soon as possible.

Feng Qiwu looked at him for a long while with a smile on his face, and then hesitated for a long time before slowly signing and stamping his seal.

In this way, the war agreement can be concluded.

Upon seeing this, Moka Lianhua's tense back suddenly relaxed, but his face showed no sign of it. He remained as calm as before, yet seemingly unfathomable.

After a few moments, Moke Lianhua opened his thin lips slightly, as if to drive away a guest: "Your Majesty, please fulfill the war agreement and withdraw your troops immediately--"

Feng Qiwu stood up as she was told. Her pair of smiling phoenix eyes were as dark as water, and her eyebrows were sharp and deep, as profound and cold as jade carvings. After a while, she seemed to have thought of something and her lips curled up.

The Western Regions suffered heavy casualties in the war with Beilang, and now there is a civil strife. It will take at least four or five years to quell the civil strife, and the losses involved are difficult to estimate.

In addition, the war treaty has been signed, and precious items must be paid as tribute every year. If the Western Regions want to restore its former prosperity, it may not take decades, and may even take a hundred years.

"Lord of the Western Regions, you must take good care of yourself." Feng Qiwu glanced at the arrow wound on his left shoulder and said meaningfully.

Moka Lianhua leaned to the side and said in a cold voice, "Your Majesty, please don't worry about this."

The battle lasted for more than a month and ended with the surrender of the Western Regions and the victory of Beilang. The captured Liangzhou City was also successfully recovered.

The Beilang Army won the battle and is now returning to the capital.

On this day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. The news of victory on the battlefield quickly spread to every corner of the Beilang Imperial City.

Wen Ranyan was currently staying in the imperial study, writing furiously. During the more than one month that Feng Qiwu had been on the expedition in person, she had handled all the affairs of the court, big and small.

She finished reviewing the papers every day and sent them back the next day. She never had time to rest.

When she first came to power, the ministers were naturally dissatisfied. Fortunately, her methods were as ruthless as Feng Qiwu's, which made the ministers shut up.

But it is unheard of for women to be in power throughout history. Although they appear to be quiet on the surface, they are still whispering in private.

Wen Ranyan was too lazy to pay attention. Reviewing memorials had already made her miserable. The torture over the past month made her feel that her skin was not translucent, her face was extremely haggard, and she had lost a lot of hair.

She can't do this job anymore!

"My Lady, good news has come from the North—"

A beautiful laughter came, the voice arrived before the person arrived.