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

Feng Qiwu leaned over, looked at her for a moment with a gloomy gaze, and suddenly curled his lips and sneered, "You are that kind of person."

Wen Ranyan glanced at him, her eyes like clear mist, full of resentful accusations.

Feng Qiwu lifted his robe and sat beside her, with a mischievous smile on his face, and said, "You're wearing a light-colored dress and you're acting again?"

When Wen Ranyan heard this, the resentment in his eyes instantly faded away, and he smiled bewitchingly: "I do want to use you to test the mechanism, but I know that you are so powerful that nothing will happen. If you really can't hold it back, I will help you."

Feng Qiwu looked at her deeply and remained silent for a while.

Under the setting sun, Feng Qiwu's cold and porcelain-white face actually had a bloodstain. Perhaps it was accidentally touched when he was avoiding the silver needle just now. The bright red blood color bloomed on his face like a plum, which made it look more gorgeous.

Wen Ranyan stretched out her hand, twisted the blood droplets that fell from his body, and said, "How could such a good face be scratched by a silver needle?"

Feng Qiwu saw the blood on her fingers and then realized that his face was cut.

It just didn't hurt, so I didn't notice it at the first time.

Feng Qiwu said nonchalantly: "It was accidentally rubbed, it's okay."

Wen Ranyan played with a bottle of golden wound medicine and asked with a smile, "Do you need to apply medicine?"

Feng Qiwu wanted to say no, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his words and said slowly: "I was injured indirectly because of you. This medicine must be applied, and you have to come in person."

It was just applying medicine, so Wen Ranyan didn't refuse. She just raised her eyebrows and smiled more seductively: "If you want me to help you apply medicine, just tell me directly. Why do you have to make so many excuses?"

Feng Qiwu looked at her, his eyes slightly deep.

Wen Ranyan hooked her finger at him, her smile growing thicker: "Bend down a little, or I can't reach you."

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a long while before slowly bending down.

At that time, the two of them were very close, the desert sun was high in the sky, and the breath they exhaled blended and entangled, gradually becoming a little thicker.

Wen Ranyan raised her head and looked at him with smiling eyes. After a while, she poured out the golden wound medicine and spread it evenly on his face.

When applying the powder, Feng Qiwu felt a slight pain spreading, but it was quickly replaced by coolness.

His eyes lingered on her picturesque eyebrows and eyes, then slowly moved down and inadvertently glanced at her exposed fair wrist.

Her skin should have been as white as jade, but now, there was a circle of glaring redness and swelling on her jade-like wrist. It was obvious that she had been rubbed severely with a rope.

Although she was very good at killing people, she still suffered damage when she was disguising herself.

Feng Qiwu's eyes suddenly sank, and a daunting darkness emerged in his eyes, like a cold wave of twilight rolling in. He moved his thin lips, and a hoarse voice came with the wind.

"Did they hurt your wrist?"

Wen Ranyan didn't care at all and said casually, "I guess so. The rope they used to tie me up was really rough, and they were particularly rough when they pulled me off the carriage. Plus, my skin tends to turn red easily, so it became like this after just a little rubbing."

Feng Qiwu glanced at the corpses on the ground and said with a sinister look on his face, "They should be torn into pieces."

Wen Ranyan looked at him with amusement. She didn't care much about it, but he did. It was just a minor injury and it would heal in a few days.

She put away the golden wound medicine, raised her eyes and glanced at him, saying: "They are all dead, even if they are torn into pieces, they will not feel it."

Feng Qiwu didn't say anything else, but her phoenix eyes were still as deep as the ocean, profound and majestic.

A strong wind blew, and sand waves surged, and they were both caught off guard and swallowed a mouthful of yellow sand.

Feng Qiwu frowned and wiped the yellow sand from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve with a hint of disgust.

"This yellow sand tastes really bad. Let's go to the tent to take shelter first." Wen Ranyan stood up, walked to the carriage, untied the dry food on it and threw it to Feng Qiwu, saying, "You probably didn't eat anything when you came here, how about eating some dry food to fill your stomach first?"

Feng Qiwu had indeed not eaten anything on the way here, but the dry food looked really dry and unappetizing. However, in order to fill his hunger, he still picked it up and took a few bites.

At that time, Wen Ranyan had already entered the tent, and Feng Qiwu followed closely.

There is no sandstorm in the tent, and you can also escape the heat and enjoy the cool.

As soon as Feng Qiwu stepped into the tent, he embraced her slender waist from behind, lowered his head and buried it in her neck.

Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for a few days, he hugged her very tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his bones, inseparable.

Wen Ranyan tried to pry it open with her hands but failed, so she just let it go.

Feng Qiwu sniffed the fragrance on her neck, his eyes gradually became hot, and after a while his low and hoarse voice came whistling: "You are so powerful, why do you still cooperate with the Western Regions envoys to play this drama? You can kill them all in Beilang, right?"

Wen Ranyan's eyes were filled with a tender smile. Her fingers lightly stroked the back of his hand and said, "Since you are so anxious to come and watch the show, you should know why I want to take action in the desert."

Feng Qiwu clasped his palms tightly and said in a deeper voice: "I want you to say it yourself."

Wen Ranyan couldn't see his expression, but she could feel his heat and impatience.

Perhaps to make him less anxious, Wen Ranyan finally spoke kindly: "Although you don't care about going to war with the Western Regions, it is not appropriate for the envoy to die in Beilang. If they have a handle on you, Beilang will be in a passive position. Even if we have to fight this war, we should have a legitimate reason, instead of fighting it in such a frustrated way."

"Moreover, this prosperity was won by you and your soldiers, with bloodshed and sacrifice. How can I destroy it just for the sake of momentary pleasure? That's why I chose to start the fight in their Western Regions, so that Bei Lang can't be blamed."

Although she likes to enjoy herself, she also knows the priorities.

It’s just a matter of raising your hand, it’s the same no matter where you do it.

"So, are you satisfied?" Wen Ranyan turned around gracefully, staring at him with charming and smiling eyes.

Feng Qiwu's heart was moved when he heard this. Although he didn't know how much truth there was in these words, he did feel relieved. It was like a butterfly had curled into his heart. The feeling was indescribable.

Many people enjoyed the wealth and prosperity he had conquered, but regarded him as a scourge, and even wanted to accuse him of various crimes and leave him dead without a burial place. However, no one had ever said this to him or given him such affirmation.

He remained silent, but his eyes were so passionate that it was a little scary.

Wen Ranyan reached out and tried to push him away.

Feng Qiwu suddenly moved closer, leaned over and kissed her small lips. The passionate kiss was more affectionate and intense than usual, like an insatiable wolf tearing open a hole in her, so fierce that it was a little unbearable.

Wen Ranyan moaned softly and slowly climbed onto his shoulders, "Why are you so passionate today?"