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

The moonlight came in from the corridor and downstairs. The glass lamp hanging under the eaves swayed in the wind. The trembling light stretched her figure extremely long, and it was reflected on the stone screen of birds, as if she was baring her fangs and dancing.

Wen Ranyan walked leisurely in the corridor, her dazzling red sleeves dancing in the wind, the gold ornaments on her body sparkling, and under the tulle, the golden bells on her ankles emitted crisp sounds that never stopped.

Walking into the courtyard, she pushed the door and entered the room.

There was no light in the room, it was quiet and dark. The clear moonlight shone through the paper window and spread to her feet. As Wen Ranyan took a step closer, a familiar cold fragrance lingered unscrupulously at her nose.

There is someone in the room.

With the help of the moonlight shining through, Wen Ranyan saw a man sitting on the carved round stool. The man's sinister and obscure gaze was like a net, rushing towards her, as if to wrap her up in it.

Wen Ranyan calmly turned on the light, and in an instant, the glass lamp illuminated the entire room, revealing Feng Qiwu's figure.

He was wearing a crimson robe, leaning lazily against the table, holding a full cup of tea in his hand, but he didn't take a sip. His phoenix eyes were dim, mixed with a little darkness, and when Wen Ranyan walked in, he stared at her, not moving away for a moment.

Just like a ferocious wolf locking onto its prey, silently and quietly following it.

Wen Ranyan slowly lit the incense burner. In an instant, the sandalwood curled up like smoke and mist, which melted some of the cold air that had swept in from Feng Qiwu.

After everything was done, she came from behind, slowly climbed up his neck, leaned close, and whispered in his ears: "It's so late, why are you still sitting in my room, don't you go back and rest?"

Their soft bodies pressed against each other, and the faint fragrance of rosemary from her body wafted over, spreading unscrupulously into Feng Qiwu's nose, confusing his mind.

Being teased by her like this, the coldness in Feng Qiwu's eyes faded a little. He lowered his head, his gaze fell on her white little hands, with golden bells on her wrists and cardamom on her fingers, every part of her was charming and made people feel distracted.

His thin lips could not help but curl up, and he said in a cold voice, "Madam, you know it's too late, why are you willing to come back now? Are you so happy that you don't want to leave?"

The cold voice rolled down like jade beads, and the room that had just warmed up became even colder.

Wen Ranyan was not startled or flustered. She stroked his neck with her soft fingertips, then brushed across his throat, and finally, landed on his delicate white collarbone. She said in a leisurely voice, "Didn't I tell Sijin that I have to go out tonight? As for when I will be back, it depends on my mood."

If you are in a good mood, come back earlier; if you are in a bad mood, come back later, or even not come back at all.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and asked nonchalantly: "Who did you go to see?"

His tone was light, as if he didn't care at all, but his dark eyes were fixed on her white wrist which was lightly powdered.

Wen Ranyan rested her head on his shoulder, opened his shirt with her small hands, and slowly played with the snow-white flesh on his chest, saying seductively, "I went to see Shen Zhixiang, Sister Shen... What? My husband thought I went to see another man?"

She snuggled into his neck and giggled, her voice full of tenderness and teasing.

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room began to drop again and again, as if a freezing cold weather was approaching, which was frightening.

After a while, Feng Qiwu lowered his dark eyes, hiding the crazy and violent possession in his heart, and answered the question irrelevantly: "When did you become so familiar with her?"

Wen Ranyan looked at his delicate outline under the light and could not help but draw it gently with her hands. She smiled and said, "Maybe we met in the restaurant, or maybe we met at the Spring Banquet. Or maybe I helped her get rid of the poison."

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu's eyes sparkled and he immediately thought of something. The curve of his lips became deeper and deeper. Although he was smiling, his eyes were filled with a hot and cunning look full of aggression, and his breathing became tight.

"So that night, you went to help her get rid of the poison. No wonder Feng Zhuyue suddenly vomited blood on me. It was you who did the mess, but you made me bear a bad reputation."

He said, why did Feng Zhuyue, that unlucky thing, suddenly vomit blood.

It turned out that it was a good thing she did.

Beautifully done...

Wen Ranyan looked at the beautiful face and asked calmly and leisurely, "It's been so long, is my husband going to call me to task?"

She leaned closer to him again, her body so soft as if she had no bones. She just leaned on his shoulder, speaking softly and charmingly, without even a hint of fear in her mind.

"Of course we have to raise an army to investigate..."

Feng Qiwu's eyes were as dark as ink. He held her wrist tightly and pulled hard.

In an instant, the world spun. Feng Qiwu leaned over slightly and pressed her against the carved round table.

The burning incense burner on the table fell over, and the ashes scattered all over the floor.

Feng Qiwu pressed closer and gave her a long and passionate kiss on her earlobe. After a moment, he started kissing her lips fiercely like a mad wolf. Only when she moaned softly from his kiss did he let her go temporarily.

Wen Ranyan asked with a smile: "How do you punish me?"

She lay there, her hair disheveled, her lips kissed till they were tender and tempting, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling and charming, with the corners of her eyes tinged with an intoxicating peach color, and she looked at him with eyes full of spring water.

Feng Qiwu used his hands to rub her lips fiercely. His cold voice was filled with a bit of stubbornness and competition: "Shen Zhixiang, you actually knew your true identity before me?"

"That night, you met her wearing this dress?"

He's not the first?

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark and he bit her collarbone viciously.

Tooth marks are visible, ambiguity is intertwined.

Wen Ranyan put her hand on his chest, then raised her head and met his dark eyes. There was a different kind of deep meaning in her smile: "I didn't know you would be so clingy."

Feng Qiwu looked into her eyes and asked hoarsely, "Why, now that you've gotten what you wanted, you want to throw away old things like worn-out shoes?"

Wen Ranyan paused, and she smiled deeply, "Don't talk nonsense like that. Besides, am I that kind of person?"

Feng Qiwu stared at her with a faint smile, as if to say that she was that kind of person.

Wen Ranyan raised her body slightly, she sneered and put her arms around Feng Qiwu's neck, twisting his earlobe, and pressed her slender waist against him softly, rubbing her ears against his for a long time.

She suddenly reached out and gently pushed him away.

"I'm tired tonight and don't really want to continue arguing with you."

She stood up gracefully from the round table, her soft white legs crossed and entangled, her hands lazily supported on the table, her almond eyes charming with a hint of willful pride, but she was so seductive that it was impossible to get angry at her.

He is very good at manipulating people's hearts.

Feng Qiwu stood in front of the table, breathing softly. He stared at her for a long while before he opened his thin lips.

"I didn't want to bother you tonight, but I'm going to take you to kill a few people."

When talking about killing, a trace of frost flashed across Feng Qiwu's eyes, and a surge of violence suddenly grew in him, which was sinister and terrifying, revealing an evil that could not be concealed.