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

Feng Qiwu frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

"Don't look at me like that, or I'll dig your eyes out."

The man who was chatting and laughing with her the previous second, became gloomy in the next second. His phoenix eyes were gloomy, and the sudden emergence of violence made him look like a Shura demon.

Feeling the coldness in the room, Wen Ranyan's thin body couldn't help but tremble.

She stared blankly at the pair of bloodthirsty scarlet eyes, and suddenly she felt pain in her eyes, as if a pair of invisible hands really reached into her eyes and dug out her eyeballs, which was like torture.

Wen Ranyan subconsciously covered her eyes and whimpered like a kitten: "Don't dig, it hurts..."

She seemed really scared. Her delicate shoulders kept shaking and pearl-like tears rolled down her cheeks. Even though she was so sad, she didn't dare cry out loud for fear of annoying others.

It's really a beautiful woman crying, and I feel pity for her.

Feng Qiwu stared at her sadly. He hadn't even started digging yet, and she was already crying?

Moreover, her crying was very different from that of others. If others were frightened like this, they would have already cried with tears and snot, looking miserable and awkward.

But she was especially beautiful when she cried, like smokey water and desolate fog. Every tear and every sob were just right. Even the arc of her tearful eyes seemed to disturb people's minds.

The violence in her heart was restrained at this moment. Feng Qiwu curled her lips, with a playful and cold smile in her eyes.

He just watched quietly, as if he was enjoying a good show.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Wen Ranyan choked up and glanced at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Facing her tearful almond eyes, the darkness in Feng Qiwu's eyes deepened, and his interest grew stronger. He pinched the tears on her cheeks as if possessed by some mysterious force, and said teasingly, "Cry again, cry harder and more beautifully, and I will stop digging."

He actually likes to see people cry. He is really a pervert.

Wen Ranyan followed his wishes and burst into tears.

She is like a delicate flower that has been ravaged by the wind and rain, full of a sense of brokenness, and beautiful yet sad.

The study was chilly and quiet, with only the faint sound of her crying disturbing everyone's heart.

Feng Qiwu seemed to be tired of watching and suddenly lost interest. He half-closed his eyes and said in a voice as cold as broken jade and frozen ice: "It's like crying at a funeral. It's annoying. If you want to cry, go outside."

The implication was that he was driving her away.

It's really unpredictable.

Wen Ranyan looked at him deeply, then retreated outside the study with trembling shoulders and wiping tears.

Her snow-white sleeves swept across the lamp niche outside the corridor. In the breeze, there was no trace of tears in her almond-shaped eyes, only that sparkling and charming smile.

She smiled and weighed the purse in her hand, her feet moving with the wind and her body swaying.

After Wen Ranyan's figure completely disappeared, Qi Jiuzhu also entered from the side door and entered the study in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qiwu crumpled up the copybook that had just been stained with ink and threw it aside. He raised his eyes when he heard footsteps, with light and shadow intertwined on his face and no expression.

"Master, everything has been investigated." Qi Jiuzhu said as he handed over a secret letter.

Feng Qiwu took the secret letter and unfolded it slowly. After just one glance, he laughed coldly, "They are greedy for so much that they even dare to touch the food and grass sent to the border town. These people are really brave."

His tone was leisurely, as if he was joking, but the coldness in his eyes could freeze one's bones.

When Qi Jiuzhu thought of the numerous charges in the secret letter, he clenched his fists involuntarily, with a surge of resentment in his heart.

They are in Beilang, with Miao territory to the south, the Western Regions desert to the west, and the Turks to the north. It is a rare and prosperous place. Those foreign barbarians are eyeing it covetously, always wanting to divide Beilang up completely.

A few months ago, the Western Regions invaded, and their master led his troops to fight back, and drove the Western barbarians back to the desert Gobi. However, due to the untimely delivery of food and fodder, millions of soldiers almost died in the desert.

Fortunately, their master was determined. He led them to eat snakes, insects, rats and ants, and wild fruits to fill their stomachs. He also used amazing strategies to defeat the enemy troops step by step, until they retreated to the royal court and cried for peace.

But even so, they still suffered heavy losses.

They survived the battle, but died at the hands of their own family. Have those corrupt officials who are enjoying themselves in the capital ever dreamed of the souls of those soldiers?

Is there ever a moment when you regret the sins you have committed?

They could have survived.

Qi Jiuzhu's eyes were dark red, and he endured until his voice was hoarse: "Master, should we present this evidence to His Majesty and let Him make the decision?"

Feng Qiwu looked at Qi Jiuzhu with a smile in his eyes, as if he was laughing at Qi Jiuzhu's innocence: "Corruption is complicated and intricate, and it can't be eradicated overnight. Do you really think that Feng Zhuyue's people can tamper with the food and grass, and the person on the throne didn't notice it? Didn't he acquiesce?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind stopped, but the cold was still there and a storm was about to come.

He side-glanced and looked at Qi Jiuzhu with his phoenix eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth had not faded, but it did not reach his eyes.

Qi Jiuzhu looked into his eyes and felt a chill run through his body, making his hair stand on end. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

Yes.

Everyone is afraid of their master, and everyone hopes their master will die.

In the battle of the Western Regions, they hoped that their master and his millions of soldiers would die in the desert, be eaten by vultures, and have their bodies torn to pieces.

But the master still returned victorious, and they later sent Wen Ranyan to cause trouble in the mansion. They are really evil and have never given up.

Qi Jiuzhu's voice was hoarse, and the murderous intent in his eyes could not be vented, which made him extremely painful, and even his body was shaking: "Master, what should we do now?"

"You can't count on others, go and gather some brothers." Feng Qiwu stood up, her red dress trailing on the ground, she looked extremely gorgeous.

Feng Qiwu brushed the wrinkles on her sleeves and said lightly, "Let's go raid their houses and kill a few people for fun."

His eyes, bathed in the sunlight, were filled with terrifying sinisterness and murderous intent.

"Yes!"

After hearing this, Qi Jiuzhu, who was originally filled with hatred, felt a little happy in his heart, and his voice was light and clear.

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The capital is prosperous, with a constant flow of people and happy people. This prosperous scene was won bit by bit with the blood and flesh of Feng Qiwu and his millions of soldiers.

Such a hero is envied and hated by others. Who will pity him?

Wen Ranyan took the purse given by Feng Qiwu and wandered among the various stalls. In just an hour, Sijin's hands were almost full and she tried all kinds of snacks.

Sijin fell behind her, panting with exhaustion, her pretty face twisted: "Madam, please take care of this slave, my legs and arms are almost broken."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan leaned over, hugged her arm affectionately, and said softly, "My dear, I didn't mean it. I've been trapped in the house for a long time and it's rare for me to come out. My husband gave me a lot of silver, and I saw some new and strange things I've never seen or eaten before, so I had to buy more. Don't blame me."

Si Jin was flattered and said, "How dare I? I just hope Madam can have pity on me and find a place to rest first. I really can't walk anymore."