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

The pleasure boat suddenly became quiet, as if only Feng Qiwu's voice was ringing in her ears.

The crepe floated like mist, enveloping the two figures.

Wen Ranyan glanced to the side and saw Feng Qiwu's beautiful profile. A hint of frost shrouded his brows, but the heat in his palms was stronger than fire and more lingering than wine.

She stretched out her slender fingers and poked his cheek, her smile becoming even more intense, like a begonia with a faint glow: "You should also know him, he is the Miaojiang man we met that night, his last name is Sang and his name is Muye."

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and looked at her delicate and pink neck, the depression in his eyes surging.

Naturally, he recognized the person at a glance, but that was not what he wanted to hear, and he did not want to know the person's name.

Feng Qiwu raised his head, stared into her charming eyes, and said in a low voice: "Why are you with him?"

Seeing that he had finally asked what he wanted to ask, Wen Ranyan slowly climbed onto his shoulders, leaned against his ear, and whispered, "My husband, why do you think I ended up in the pleasure boat with him?"

Wen Ranyan didn't say it explicitly, but teased him deliberately in a joking manner.

The teasing sound in his ear made him feel uneasy. Feng Qiwu stared at her with his wolf-like aggressive eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

Wen Ranyan looked at him with a smile, but her hand boldly touched his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the clothes, strong and powerful.

Feng Qiwu's eyes darkened and he tightly gripped her slender waist. The distance between them was shortened again, and the ambiguity increased as the thin fabric rubbed against each other.

He said hoarsely: "So, why?"

Apart from holding her slender waist, Feng Qiwu did not make any other movements, but his phoenix eyes were still staring at her without blinking, with a stubbornness that was somewhat scary.

Wen Ranyan fell limply into his arms. Perhaps because he looked too stubborn and pitiful, she finally smiled and said, "He followed me when I went out shopping."

However, just after he said this, the gloomy and murderous aura in Feng Qiwu's eyes instantly swept across the entire pleasure boat, making people feel frightened.

Wen Ranyan's small hands made circles on his chest, and then continued: "But I soon discovered him. I chased him to the pleasure boat, drugged him and captured him alive. Just when I was about to get some information out of him, you came."

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes, a sneer suddenly flashed across his eyes, his eyes were dark: "What? Are you blaming me now for ruining your good thing?"

Wen Ranyan neither admitted nor denied it, she just nestled in his arms and laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter, her voice lingering: "I didn't say anything to blame you, my husband, please don't slander me at will."

Her body was soft and delicate, and as she twisted from time to time, a faint fragrance spread to the tip of my nose, like a bewitching poison.

Feng Qiwu looked at the evil in her eyes and couldn't help but lean over to twist and suck her earlobe.

Like a punishment, at the end, he bit it lightly with the tip of his teeth.

Wen Ranyan pushed him painfully and sneered, "You were born in the year of the dog?"

Feng Qiwu stared at her fiercely without saying a word.

The doors and windows of the houseboat were closed at some point. There was silence, the veil fell down, Feng Qiwu held her waist and pressed her against the soft couch on the side.

His movements were too fast, Wen Ranyan was caught off guard and her whole body was buried in the soft couch.

Her black hair was spread out in disorder like silk, and the golden bells on her body made sounds, like the soft music rippling in people's hearts and spreading all around.

Wen Ranyan tilted her head slightly, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, her red lips gently brushed against the corner of his lips.

She raised her eyebrows and stepped back deliberately, but Feng Qiwu suddenly grabbed the back of her head and blocked her red lips like a ferocious wolf.

His actions were fierce and violent, like a beast that had been hungry for several days and was wantonly punishing the prey in his arms. After playing with her vigorously, he wanted to tear her bones apart and eat her stomach.

Wen Ranyan glanced into his dark eyes, smiled charmingly, and occasionally pinched his waist and abdomen lightly.

The warm breaths were tightly entangled together, and the overlapping figures of the two people were hazy between the crepe.

Feng Qiwu seemed to have been teased too much by her, and he pinched her slender waist fiercely and forcefully.

The painted boat sways, creating a charming scene.

Wen Ranyan pushed him away, raised her head slightly and glared at him: "What do you want to do in broad daylight?"

Maybe because she was kissed too hard, her eyes were as charming as water, with a strong crimson color at the corners of her eyes, like the spring scenery of the crabapple blossoms crushed all over the ground, with all kinds of tenderness and charm piled up in it. She touched it lightly with her bare hands, making it come alive.

"What do you say?"

Feng Qiwu asked back with his lips curled, but the emotion in his scarlet eyes clearly revealed his thoughts.

"But today, I want to try a different way of playing." Wen Ranyan put her hand between her lips, a strange light flowing in her eyes, as cunning as a fox.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "What?"

Wen Ranyan's eyes met his and she acted mysterious. When Feng Qiwu was in high spirits and not ready, the poisonous thread in her sleeve flew out and instantly wrapped around his hands.

Feng Qiwu looked at his bound hands, and instead of struggling, he became even more interested.

He blinked his wolf-like scarlet and violent eyes, secretly looking forward to Wen Ranyan's next move.

Wen Ranyan twisted the other end of the poisonous thread, smiling, and suddenly moved forward.

"I like to be in control." She twisted his collar, smiling charmingly, as graceful as the sound of orchid.

Feng Qiwu leaned against the white wall. Perhaps because of the loud noise just now, his red clothes opened slightly, and in an instant, his jade-colored skin was revealed, with faintly visible solid muscles and smooth lines.

Burning with rage, ready to go.

Wen Ranyan's fingertips trembled slightly as she twisted it casually.

Suddenly, she leaned over again and placed her bare hands on his embroidered belt.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were half closed, and he was groaning to himself.

Outside the pleasure boat, the spring scenery was beautiful and the lake was shimmering. The pleasure boat parked in the middle of the lake was swaying suddenly, as if it would topple over at any moment...

The royal spring hunt will be held in Qianchong Mountain.

In the evening, the mighty army passed through the border along the winding mountain road with flags flying and a huge momentum.

The powerful war horses galloped, raising billowing dust, and in a short while, they arrived at Qianchong Mountain.

In an instant, vast and endless mountains came into view, with clouds and mist lingering around, and the just-fallen dusk, it was a scene of a fairyland in the sky.

The mighty army stopped and set up camp at the foot of Qianchong Mountain.

After all, it is in the mountains. Even on a warm spring day, it is still chilly when the cold air rises in the valley at night.

Fortunately, a bonfire had been lit outside the tent, filling the air with warmth.

Wen Ranyan got off the horse lazily.

After spending a long time with him in the pleasure boat during the day, he still had to rush to the Thousand Mountains at night. Even a body made of iron could not bear it.

Feng Qiwu was walking in front, but suddenly stopped and looked back at her: "Why aren't you leaving?"

The glow of the bonfire flickered on his face, and there was a faint smile in his satisfied black eyes. He just stood there, looking at her with a half-smile.

"tired."

Wen Ranyan leaned lazily to the side, staring at Feng Qiwu with her seductive eyes, and what she wanted to express was very clear.

Feng Qiwu chuckled.

He waved his sleeves and walked forward, not caring that the emperor's main tent was nearby, and directly carried Wen Ranyan horizontally in his arms and walked into the tent.