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

The slanting branches fell on the top of the Fengqiwu tree, and the small buds of flowers bloomed in full bloom, rich and gorgeous.

The lush pink color surrounded him, making his features more handsome and outstanding, and seemed to soften the deep and cold lines of his body. His faint smile was like the first melting of winter snow, melting into water.

He liked red the most, and even after he ascended the throne, he did not often wear a bright yellow dragon robe.

Today, he wore a rippling red dress, which was draped loosely on his body, with the collar slightly open. He looked lazy, and his behavior was free and unrestrained, yet also full of debauchery.

"Now that you're here, why do you want to leave so soon?" Feng Qiwu half leaned against the window, leaning over and supporting his head with one hand to look at her.

Wen Ranyan retracted her steps and stopped to look at him. "The show is over and it's so hot outside. Of course I have to go back to cool off."

Feng Qiwu's eyes were filled with a hint of smile, "It's cool in the imperial study, too."

His eyes fell on her fair little face. Her skin was smooth in the warm sunlight, shining like a piece of jade, and the fine hairs seemed clearly visible, making people want to pick it.

The gentle breeze blew, and her skirt fluttered slightly. Her red dress was graceful, like a bright fire in midsummer, burning Feng Qiwu's eyes even darker and hotter.

"How can a place for handling important matters be as comfortable as a bedroom?" Wen Ranyan seemed not to understand what he was thinking and deliberately argued with him.

After a pause, she continued, "It's so hot outside. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going back first."

As she spoke, she turned her back, and the fluttering hem of her skirt hooked in front of Feng Qiwu's eyes. It was obviously just floating in the wind, but it had an inexplicable lingering feeling.

The graceful figure in the sunlight gradually went away. Feng Qiwu stood upright in front of the window, not looking away for a long time.

There were ice cubes placed in the ice cages in the hall, and the bamboo curtains were half-rolled up, blocking out the sunlight and creating a cool shade.

As soon as Wen Ranyan entered the hall, she felt a cool breeze on her face. The heat she had been exposed to outside quickly dissipated, but her body was still sticky and heavy, and the sweat was really unbearable.

She went straight to the inner hall to soak in the hot spring, and Sijin also prepared fine wine and fruit for her.

After Wen Ranyan sent Sijin away, she leaned against the inner wall of the hot spring pool with a glass of fine wine in her mouth.

The hot mist in the hot spring was hazy, and the hanging tulle was undulating. She occasionally tilted her head back and took the wine between her teeth. Drops of water rolled down her fair skin, sparkling and refreshing, just like a pool of wine and a forest of meat.

When Feng Qiwu came up, all he saw was her graceful silhouette swaying on the gauze.

It was like a dream, like rippling water mist, which distracted him.

Hearing the footsteps, Wen Ranyan kept drinking from the cup, but her eyes, which were like rippling water, fell accurately on Feng Qiwu. Her delicate lips were slightly curled, and her smile came through the veil.

"Why did you follow me here?"

Feng Qiwu spoke almost at the same time as her, "You slipped away really fast."

Wen Ranyan turned sideways and rested her head comfortably on the pool wall. She tilted her head slightly and looked at him intently, "How can you say you ran away? I left in a fair and square manner. What about you? Did you handle the government affairs? Or did you sneak back?"

"I've taken care of it, of course." Feng Qiwu lifted his robe and leaned over, a smile in his eyes, and he moved closer to her.

Wen Ranyan's exposed arm was almost touching his chest, and he could feel the tangled muscles through the clothes, hot and tight, and a sense of oppression unique to men came over him.

The two were so close that the breath they exhaled, coupled with the warmth of the hot spring, almost made people feel intoxicated.

Wen Ranyan stopped him with her arm and said half-jokingly, "You're all sweaty, don't lean against me like this, it's so dirty."

Feng Qiwu's eyes were deep, and after a moment of silence, he felt rebellious. He stretched out his hands and held her neck tightly, as if he wanted to blend all his aura into her.

Wen Ranyan was hugged by him and almost laughed out of anger, "You are a cat, why are you so rebellious and petty?"

"If you say so, I have no objection." Feng Qiwu half-closed his eyes and was very pleased, and his tone was even more clingy, "If it were a cat, I would stick to you even more."

Before anyone could figure out the meaning of the words, Feng Qiwu jumped into the hot spring with a splash. The warm water instantly wrapped him up, and his clothes were soaked, sticking tightly to his body, but he still held Wen Ranyan's slender waist.

The two of them sank down under the force of the flowing water, their bodies entangled even tighter, with an indescribable feeling.

Wen Ranyan grabbed his hand and smiled mischievously, "You splashed water all over me. Such a mean little cat will be picked up by the scruff of the neck and thrown out."

"Are you willing?"

Feng Qiwu curled his thin lips, creeping heat lingered around him, his facial features showed a mysterious and charming smile, and his usually cold and fierce eyebrows and eyes were given a bit of devilish charm and warmth, full of charm.

"Why can't you bear to do it?" Wen Ranyan said, pretending to pinch the back of his neck.

Feng Qiwu let her do what she wanted, and obediently moved a little closer to her.

In an instant, their breaths blended together, their ears rubbed against each other, and a tender tone of voice came close to her ear, "The Clothing Bureau just delivered the phoenix robe. Would you like to try it on later?"

"So fast?" Wen Ranyan turned sideways, her red lips almost brushing his earlobe.

Feng Qiwu frowned, his dark eyes became deeper and brighter, "I asked them to speed up the production, but they were still a little slow."

There seemed to be some dissatisfaction in his tone.

Wen Ranyan felt that he was asking too much, so she reached out and pushed him, "Since we are going to try on the phoenix robe, you should let me go first and stop dawdling."

"Delay?" Feng Qiwu buried his head in the crook of her neck, and her delicate skin made him lose his mind. "How can it be delayed? Don't you think the current matter is the most important?"

He leaned over and kissed her neck again and again, and whispered a few dirty words in her ear, which made Wen Ranyan's eyes red and she tried to hit him, but was grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the inner wall of the hot spring.

"You bastard." Wen Ranyan scolded with a smile, her sparkling eyes were like mist and clouds, revealing a natural charm everywhere.

Feng Qiwu's hand slid across her back, then meandered upwards, bringing up a series of soft and itchy feelings.

He pressed his lips against her ear and said slowly, "No matter how bad he is, he was trained by you—"

"shameless."

Wen Ranyan subconsciously put her hands on his neck and raised her head slightly.

Moment.

The sound of crackling accompanied by the sound of water, stirring and moving——

After midsummer, it is the beginning of autumn.

Only a few osmanthus flowers in the palace had bloomed when the fragrance filled the air, so strong and intense that it enveloped the entire imperial city.

Because of the evidence in the account books, all the members of Duke Zhou's mansion were arrested and imprisoned. However, Helian Yue intended to let Duke Zhou take the blame, and with the help of his aides, he managed to clear himself of all charges.

Duke Zhou secretly amassed wealth and purchased arms privately with the intention of treason. These crimes combined would not be enough to erase his sins even if his entire clan was implicated.

There were a few dim lights burning in the eerie imperial prison. The temperature dropped during the beginning of autumn, and the damp imperial prison was freezing cold.

Occasionally, a few fat mice ran by, immediately causing the delicate family of the Duke to scream and cry.

"Daddy, Prince Yongqing will definitely come to save us, right?" Zhou Wantang cried bitterly. Even though he was wearing prison clothes and his haggard face made him look even more pitiful.

Duke Zhou stood upright on one side, his back as straight as a pine tree, neither bent nor bent, looking as if everything was under control and full of hope.

He spoke firmly, "Prince Yongqing will definitely find a way."

Taking the blame is only temporary. As long as Prince Yongqing is saved, he will definitely find a way to restore order. By then, everyone in their Duke's Mansion will come out of the imperial prison in broad daylight.

Seeing how confident he was, Zhou Wantang also calmed down.

She looked around subconsciously and asked, "Dad, why isn't my sister in prison?"