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

Wen Ranyan naturally noticed Feng Qiwu's gaze, and she boldly met his eyes with a charming and affectionate smile.

When she stood up gracefully, her outer shirt had already disappeared, and her thin inner garment made her waist look even more graceful, like a willow-like waist that was slender and firm.

She gently held the flower in her hand again, her sleeves fell slightly, revealing her arms as white as jade. The jade bracelet on her wrist shone brightly, making her skin look as white as snow, delicate and juicy, and extremely attractive.

Feng Qiwu originally felt that the wine in his hand was quite tasty, but now, looking at her spring-like eyes and soft figure, he felt that the taste of the wine had faded a little, like chewing wax.

He moved his lips as if to call for a stop, but saw Wen Ranyan disappear into the misty gauze like a fluttering butterfly.

The veil was so thick that her figure could not be seen for a moment. Feng Qiwu frowned slightly, but her dark and deep phoenix eyes seemed to hide the excitement and joy of hunting, which was extremely hot.

When the wind blew through the gauze and the air was hazy and confusing, Wen Ranyan took off her shoes and socks without knowing when.

Her crystal jade feet were lightly wrapped in tulle, and her slender calves were faintly visible in the wind. She curled her lips in a seductive smile, her eyes full of tenderness, she was truly stunningly beautiful, and dancing in colorful clothes.

Feng Qiwu suddenly felt that her slender ankles and wrists were very suitable for wearing silver bells. The tinkling of the bells along with her erotic dance would definitely arouse her sexual desire in a different way.

"Is this the kind of seductive dance that Prime Minister Wen taught you?"

Feng Qiwu's voice was low and hoarse, but the fiery excitement in her eyes was undisguised.

Wen Ranyan gently twisted the gauze, hiding half of her face in it, revealing only a pair of wet and charming eyes. She said in a delicate voice: "Yes, Prime Minister Wen taught me this. He asked someone to teach me and I learned it. Does my husband think there is something wrong with it?"

Feng Qiwu spoke word by word, his eyes slightly closed, with a sharp look in his eyes: "You dance very well..."

"Thank you for the compliment, my husband."

Wen Ranyan smiled, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes seemed to have crushed thousands of colors, becoming bright and intoxicating.

At that time, the maid who served the meal came over.

Wen Ranyan was still dancing lightly, Feng Qiwu was leaning lazily, seeming to be watching with great concentration.

The maid lowered her head and served the meal, but her sharp and cold eyes moved on Feng Qiwu. She moved her sleeves slightly, and a silver frost dagger dipped in poison was instantly grasped in her palm.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and remained calm.

She squinted her eyes and moved forward step by step. The edge of the dagger in her hand was slightly exposed, and it emitted a threatening cold light under the scorching sunlight. In a moment, the dagger in her hand was wrapped in a fierce wind and stabbed towards Feng Qiwu.

Wen Ranyan exclaimed, stunned, "Husband, be careful."

Feng Qiwu flicked his wide sleeves lightly, his body like flowing clouds. No one could see clearly how he made his move. They only felt a fierce palm wind passing by, followed by wailing sounds.

The maid who had just attempted the assassination fell to the ground in a moment, spitting blood, and was unable to move.

Feng Qiwu was still sitting upright, carelessly holding the wine in his glass, but his eyes were gloomy and cruel, as if he was looking at an insignificant dead person. He said in a low voice: "Tell me, who asked you to assassinate me?"

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of the wine, his posture was leisurely and lazy, but the pressure came like a tide, sinister and terrifying.

The assassin spat, looking fearless and righteous: "Feng Gou, treacherous ministers like you are worth killing. I have fallen into your hands today, so you can kill me if you want. Stop talking so much nonsense."

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dim, he was neither happy nor angry, he just murmured: "You are tough, but I have thousands of ways to make you speak."

Before the assassin could react, Feng Qiwu picked up the dagger on the ground and randomly drove it into her right palm, torturing her.

"what--"

The assassin's face turned pale instantly as she was struck by a piercing pain and she screamed.

The right hand, which had been fine originally, had now been pierced and twisted by the dagger and had become a bloody mess. When the skin and flesh were turned inside out, the white joints inside could be faintly seen.

Feng Qiwu crossed his legs, looking up from above. With a smile on his face, he looked at the person he had tortured. A strange violence grew in his heart, and the bloodthirsty pleasure almost overwhelmed him.

"Your left hand is still intact. Why not let your left hand be dyed with this color as well?" Feng Qiwu looked at her for a long while, and suddenly, he spoke with a bright smile.

The assassin's eyes widened in horror. The pain in his right hand had not yet subsided. If the pain in his left hand also...

She was really scared now, especially when she met Feng Qiwu's bloodthirsty and smiling eyes. He was a madman who would definitely torture her to death.

"Master Feng, I say, I say..."

"Feng Zhuyue sent me to assassinate you. You disrupted Princess Jin'an's Spring Banquet today, and he wanted to vent his anger on the princess."

"I have confessed everything. Please, Master Feng, give me a quick death..."

The assassin begged for mercy again and again, no longer showing the righteousness he had just shown.

The interest in Feng Qiwu's eyes faded a little. He had thought that he was a tough guy, but he turned out to be a coward. He couldn't resist just because his right palm was pierced by a dagger. It was really boring.

He looked indifferently at the ant lying on the ground and wanted to give it a quick death, but suddenly he saw Wen Ranyan hiding on the side, trembling with fear.

She seemed to be extremely frightened, clutching the gauze tightly in her hands. Her watery almond-shaped eyes had long lost all their luster, and were as empty as the dark night without a star, with tears of fear still stained the corners of her eyes.

Feng Qiwu looked at her, as if he had thought of something, and curled his thin lips in a wicked way, then waved at her indifferently.

"Ma'am, come here."

Wen Ranyan looked timid. She was caught off guard and met his dark eyes. She hunched her shoulders in fear.

Feng Qiwu's smile was as bright as the moon, and the gentleness she inadvertently revealed was just like a lover coaxing in her ear: "Come here, your husband will teach you a lesson today."

Wen Ranyan seemed to be bewitched and took a few steps towards him: "What kind of knowledge?"

Feng Qiwu slowly wiped the blood from his palm and laughed, "Madam is too timid. She was so frightened when a small assassin attacked her. If the sky falls in the future, wouldn't Madam be scared to death?"

"I, your husband, will help you to practice your courage today, so that you will not be frightened by trivial matters in the future."

Wen Ranyan unconsciously took a few steps forward and asked softly, "Then how do we train our courage?"

"Of course, I'm going to teach Madam how to kill someone."

Feng Qiwu threw the blood-stained handkerchief to the ground. His words, spoken lightly, were like those of a mad Asura, stained with bloodthirsty cruelty.

Wen Ranyan's pupils shrank, and she was frightened and pale: "I don't want to... Can I not learn it?"

"How can you not learn? Your husband is doing this for your own good."

Feng Qiwu's eyes turned cold, and the smile on his lips faded a little. He saw Wen Ranyan trying to run away, so he grabbed the back of her neck and held her in his arms.

The two of them were very close, and the ambiguous warmth, mixed with a strong smell of blood, instantly enveloped Wen Ranyan.

Wen Ranyan's eyes instantly turned red. She cried and begged, and struggled symbolically for a few times. The snow-white inner garment on her body suddenly fell apart and was soon stained with thick blood.

"Husband, please have mercy on me and let me go..."

She raised her head, her eyes were misty with tears, her hair was disheveled and shattered like glass.