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

Feng Qiwu stood in front of her, looking at her quietly with his inky black eyes.

It was like he was examining something, or like he was looking at a dying gadget.

"I waited until the sun went down." Without waiting for his reply, Wen Ranyan added another sentence.

In Feng Qiwu's sight, Wen Ranyan's white dress was stained with blood, and she looked disheveled and dirty. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were misty because she had just cried, and she looked fragile and pitiful.

It's like being abandoned and a poor creature who can't survive more than half a day.

Feng Qiwu looked directly into the watery color in her eyes and said softly, word by word: "Have you really been waiting here?"

Wen Ranyan nodded, the slight red in her eyes made her look even more innocent and soft: "My husband suddenly left after the man in black, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to find me when you turned back, so I have been waiting for you here."

"I knew my husband would come and take me home...!"

She smiled instantly, and under the sunlight, her almond-shaped eyes sparkled and shone brightly, like the brightest light between heaven and earth, shining directly into people's hearts.

Feng Qiwu looked at her self-admiration coldly, with disgust in his eyes.

What a hypocritical and self-righteous fool.

He is covered in a hypocritical sheep's clothing, but who knows what he is thinking.

He still prefers the charming look in her eyes, that hint of enchantment is so beautiful...

Very seductive...

Feng Qiwu's gaze passed across her face, and suddenly fell on the military talisman she was playing with in her hand. In an instant, his cold phoenix eyes curved with an ambiguous meaning.

"Then have you ever thought about taking this military token back home?"

His shattered cold voice swept in the wind, entangled with coldness and a bit of obvious temptation.

Suddenly, danger is rampant——

Wen Ranyan was confused and said coquettishly: "What home?"

"Prime Minister Wen's Mansion." Feng Qiwu's gaze moved upwards, once again circling around her face.

His gaze was unbridled and dangerous.

Wen Ranyan shrank her shoulders in cooperation. Her vision was hazy and her eyes were red again. "How can Prime Minister Wen's residence be my home?"

"I am just a concubine in the mansion, and my mother was born a maid. No one has ever cared about us. Even when my mother died, she was just buried on a straw mat. She didn't even have the right to be buried in the ancestral tomb. How can that be called home? It's clearly a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones..."

"For me now, only where my husband is is my home. If you are suspicious of me, how can I live the rest of my life?"

She clutched the military token tightly and cried bitterly. Her sobs were soft and weak, like the wail of a poor young animal, but she was afraid that her cries would be too loud and annoy others, so she had to suppress them all the time.

She cried for too long, and the rouge at the corners of her eyes faded slightly, looking pitiful and weak, yet hiding a few strands of lingering charm.

Feng Qiwu seemed to be smiling, but deep in her eyes there was coldness and indifference.

He seemed to have no sympathy or empathy. He just watched quietly with a heart as hard as iron.

"You play the emotional card well." Feng Qiwu leaned forward slightly, with a hint of sneer in his eyes.

Wen Ranyan met his gaze and sobbed, "No way... this is all the grievances in my heart."

Feng Qiwu sneered and slowly pulled the military token out of her hand. He seemed to find it disgusting and wiped it slowly with his sleeve.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows and narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly.

You think she's dirty?

"Today, you have been obedient." After wiping, Feng Qiwu showed mercy and spoke again.

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan's pure eyes sparkled with surprise, and she asked in a tender voice: "Then my husband, can we go home now?"

Feng Qiwu's eyes deepened slightly, as if he was savoring her words.

Family?

Naive stuff.

After a moment, he replied calmly: "Yeah."

Wen Ranyan stood up excitedly, but as soon as she stood up, she screamed and then fell back to where she was.

Her delicate face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and all the grievances and pains poured out when her almond-shaped eyes moved. She looked miserable and watery, as if she had been seriously injured somewhere.

Feng Qiwu looked down at him and laughed teasingly: "Why? Do you want to stay here overnight?"

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes sadly and said, "Husband, my ankle was bitten by a snake and I can't walk anymore..."

Feng Qiwu lowered her eyes and saw blood oozing from her slender white ankles. The enchanting red flowed on her jade-like skin, which was so ambiguous that it was hard to describe.

"Then what do you want to do?" Feng Qiwu raised the corners of his eyes, his gaze was obscure and unclear.

Wen Ranyan's eyes met his. She was clearly shy, but her words were bold and explicit, with a gentle and seductive ending: "Husband, can you carry me on your back?"

After she finished speaking, she stared at Feng Qiwu without blinking, her eyes filled with hope.

Feng Qiwu lowered his brows and remained silent. His phoenix eyes were hidden under his thick eyelashes, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment.

Wen Ranyan's expression remained normal, as patient as a dormant hunter.

Her lingering last syllables echoed quietly in Feng Qiwu's ears, just like that night when her collarbone was slightly exposed and her charming look was full of charm. Her lingering voice was like a hook, hooking people's hearts and souls.

Is this the lady from a noble family brought up in the prime minister’s mansion?

How can it be so deceptive?

Is this just an act, or is it really like this?

His eyes were burning as he scanned her face for a moment, then he curled his lips and smiled.

"Come up yourself..." There was a careless smile on his lips, with a hint of teasing in it.

"Good~"

Wen Ranyan got what she wanted in an instant. She pretended to be reserved and jumped onto his back, but her bare hands were like boneless water snakes, gently and slowly climbing up both sides of his shoulders and neck.

Teasing to the extreme, charming feelings arise.

She wanted to go deeper, but when she thought that the innocent little white flower would not be so cheap, she gave up the idea.

Anyway, there is still a long way to go...

Wen Ranyan wrapped her arms around his neck and smelled the cool fragrance on his body, which was like a passionate medicine. It was so quiet but actually contained a scorching heat that almost made her back go soft.

"If you dare to move again, I'll leave you to the wolves..." Feng Qiwu's eyes were frighteningly dark, with a hint of provocation in them, without a trace of joking.

He intended to tease this fragile flower and thought that it would feel embarrassed and shy.

But who knew that she would be so impatient, like a monster that wanted to suck his soul.

Let him...feel happy...

Wen Ranyan's body trembled, but her eyes were filled with charming light. She said, "I dare not. Don't lose me."

She stared at his broad back and the cold white neck that was faintly visible under his black hair. He was so beautiful in every way, but it was a pity that his clothes blocked her vision and prevented her from seeing anything else.

Wen Ranyan pursed her lips. At this moment, a strange color appeared in her almond-shaped eyes, as if in her eyes the vicious villain was just a lamb to be slaughtered who was seduced by her words.

When the time is right, it will become a delicious dish on her plate.

The setting sun was like a beautiful brocade, and the evening breeze was blowing gently. In this world woven like a beautiful brocade, the two of them leaned against each other, their sleeves entangled, as if they were inseparable from each other...

At that time, no one noticed the vicious snake in the haystack. It was already cold and dead...