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

"Madam, are you okay?" After Feng Qiwu left, Sijin immediately trotted into the room.

She had just seen Feng Qiwu's cold face outside, just like the frost and snow on the top of the mountain, so cold that it was frightening.

The first thing she was concerned about was Wen Ranyan's safety. After all, their master was not an ordinary person. He was a madman that everyone was afraid of. Anyone who dared to annoy him in the past had died a violent death.

Wen Ranyan sat on the table, looking at her with bright eyes: "It's okay, what's wrong?"

Seeing that she was fine, Sijin breathed a sigh of relief: "Just now when I saw the master coming out of the room angrily, my heart skipped a beat. I thought that the lady had upset the master and was afraid that something bad was going to happen. Now that I see that the lady is fine, I feel relieved."

Under the flickering candlelight, Wen Ranyan's eyes were moist and her smile was sincere: "I am very happy that you think of me like this, but my husband is really not that cruel and stingy. He just got entangled in love and was afraid that he would hurt me, so he left in a hurry."

Sijin paused, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes: "..."

What did you win?

Love entanglement?

How could such a filthy thing appear in the house?

Si Jin looked at Wen Ranyan, only then she realized that her clothes were disheveled, and her small gown embroidered with hibiscus flowers was faintly visible. Her slender white neck and round shoulders had red marks of abuse, like blooming red plum blossoms, which was really ambiguous.

One can imagine how domineering and cruel Feng Qiwu was at that time.

After taking a few glances, Sijin was stunned.

Their master was brutal and bloodthirsty when he killed people, but who would have thought that he could also be so horrifying when he did that. How could the lady's frail and delicate body withstand it?

What she said just now about being afraid that Hu Lai would hurt her was probably just a nice thing to say, only reporting good news and not bad news. The lady really loves their master so much.

Si Jin looked at her with pity, and immediately understood everything. She could only follow her meaning and said, "Well, whatever Madam says is right. Now, Madam, do you want me to prepare anything?"

She spoke carefully, her voice becoming a little softer.

Wen Ranyan smiled and said, "Prepare some water. I want to take a bath."

As she spoke, she got down from the table. Her disheveled clothes dragged on the ground, and her slender waist was tucked in them. As she walked, her clothes swayed gracefully, looking truly lifelike.

Feng Qiwu has experienced the feeling of being entangled in love, I wonder if she feels it is good?

Still not good?

Wen Ranyan lifted the veil of the bathing pool, and her slightly raised fingertips seemed to be wrapped with charm and seduction, and every move was captivating.

Her eyes were moving, and her almond-shaped eyes were as charming as smoke, filled with a seductive and intoxicating smile.

"I'll go right away." Sijin looked at her back and felt that her aura had changed, but she couldn't tell what had changed.

She looked at it a few more times before she stopped thinking and walked out.

On the second day, Wen Ranyan was sitting in the Pear Garden eating rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice.

The elegant fragrance of pear blossoms seems to be present and imperceptible, but it is particularly refreshing when you smell it carefully.

The spring breeze blew, and the pear trees were full of bright white blossoms. Wen Ranyan was sitting there. Instead of being overshadowed by the pear blossoms in the garden, her appearance became even more lively, her skin was whiter than snow, and she was as beautiful as a fairy and mist, even more beautiful than the spring scenery.

It was at this time that Sijin stepped into the garden holding the post.

Wen Ranyan put down the porcelain bowl and asked with a smile: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Madam, here is an invitation." Si Jin said, and handed the invitation to Wen Ranyan, and then said: "The spring scenery is gorgeous and colorful. The eldest princess of the Feng family did not want to miss the beautiful spring scenery, so she invited the young ladies and wives of the noble families to attend this spring banquet."

Wen Ranyan held the invitation, her eyes slightly cold.

Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of the Feng family... Feng Qiwu's biological mother.

The Feng family drove him out, calling him a doomed person, and forbade him to ever step foot in the family again. It was obvious that they were severing all ties with him, making them strangers from then on.

Now this invitation suddenly appears, why?

Wen Ranyan twisted a corner of the invitation, and her soft voice seemed to be mixed with coldness: "The invitation from the Feng family? Is there something wrong? Although I grew up in the manor, I am not completely oblivious to what is happening outside. I have heard some rumors about the Feng family. My husband doesn't seem to get along with them. Now, the Feng family actually invites me to attend the Spring Banquet. What is going on?"

Not long ago, Feng Zhuyue sent someone to assassinate him.

Now, the eldest princess sent someone to deliver an invitation again. Could it be that she felt that it was difficult to take action against Feng Qiwu, so she wanted to start with her?

But don't they know that she is just an insignificant spy?

How could it have any effect on Feng Qiwu?

Sijin bit her lip, not knowing whether to say it or not. After a while, she said truthfully, "Madam, I heard that the Feng family didn't want to invite you to the banquet. After all, the relationship between our two families is complicated and hostile. But the master holds great power and is vindictive. The eldest princess invited others to the banquet but didn't invite him. Isn't that a slap in the face of the master?"

"If we make a fuss about this, no one will be happy. The eldest princess is afraid and terrified, so she wrote the invitation and sent it to our house reluctantly."

Sijin was a little unhappy at first, but at the end, she stood straight and looked proud.

Having a powerful master, he is so proud and arrogant that no one dares to bully him.

Wen Ranyan also felt the boundless power. She suppressed the coldness in her eyes and laughed, "So that's how it is. I'm just thinking about my husband's face. I knew my husband is the most powerful."

Sijin smiled and nodded.

Wen Ranyan tilted her head and asked, "When is the Spring Banquet?"

Sijin replied: "Three days later."

Wen Ranyan cupped her fingertips, frowned slightly and said, "It will be a few days. They are so afraid of my husband, I can't be too shabby and lose my husband's face. I have to prepare everything one by one."

But she didn't have that much silver...

Wen Ranyan looked at the white pear tree covered with frost and snow, and suddenly an idea came to her mind. Her watery almond eyes were very smart: "Sijin, is my husband in the study now?"

Si Jin didn't know why she asked this, so she replied subconsciously: "Yes, the master is usually practicing calligraphy in the study at this time."

Wen Ranyan stood up and went to the study without thinking.

Sijin, who fell behind, was horrified. The master's methods were so cruel and terrifying. In the past, everyone would take the initiative to avoid him, but their new lady not only did not avoid him, but also rushed to him. It really showed that she loved him to the core.

The door of the study was ajar. Wen Ranyan pushed it lightly and saw everything inside.

Various ancient books are placed on the wooden cabinets, famous landscape paintings are hung on the four snow-white walls, and green plants are placed under the eaves outside the window, growing in the light. It is simple and clean.

The gauze on the moon-shaped door hung down to the ground, and Feng Qiwu's slender figure was looming through the gauze. He stood in front of the desk, holding a wolf-hair brush in his hand, and was writing something with great concentration.

Wen Ranyan had already walked in front of him, but he didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't hear the footsteps.

She didn't feel left out, and took the initiative to come to Feng Qiwu and grind ink for him.

"What are you doing here again?"

Feng Qiwu was still concentrating on practicing calligraphy, but his cold tone was as cold as frost and snow.

Penetrates into the bone marrow.