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

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and looked at her, his dark eyes were deep and boundless: "Is there?"

"Isn't it?" Wen Ranyan asked back with a smile, a pair of hands already climbing up to his face.

After applying the golden wound medicine, the bloodstains on his face had already scabbed over, but the dried blood stains were not dealt with in time and were still on Yu Ru's skin, making her look even more beautiful.

Feng Qiwu stared at her without saying a word, but his eyes were as dark as the twilight, and with the scorching light dotted in, they were so terrifying that they seemed scalding.

He suddenly leaned over and pecked at her collarbone.

Wen Ranyan raised her head slightly, caressing his waist with her hands, lifting the belt on one side and gently wrapping it around it.

Again and again, the vague teasing made Feng Qiwu's eyes more and more burning. He held her body and kissed her over and over again, as if he was trying to get rid of the loneliness after not seeing her for several days.

During the struggle, Wen Ranyan was pushed against the table at the side.

There was a set of tea utensils on the table. Due to the excessive movement, the utensils fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking jade. The sunlight shone in obliquely, and the tent was in a mess.

Feng Qiwu stepped on the broken utensil, but didn't care. He just held the soft person in his arms and gently twisted her back and forth.

Wen Ranyan looked at his scarlet and fiery eyes with amusement, panting softly in her laughter: "No way, I've only been away for a few days, and you're so clingy and impatient. What will you do if I leave in the future?"

I don't know if this was a joke or if it was hinting at something.

Feng Qiwu paused in his rough movements, and stared at her for a long time with a pair of cold eyes whose depth was unknown. After a long while, he asked in a dull voice: "Then will you really leave?"

After he finished speaking, he held her tightly, his eyes burning and scorching, and seemed to contain some kind of expectation.

Wen Ranyan deliberately looked away, smiled and said, "Who knows?"

Not getting the answer he wanted, Feng Qiwu pursed his lips, his dark eyes frighteningly deep. He leaned over and bit her collarbone roughly.

He couldn't do anything else but use this to vent his dissatisfaction.

The gentle pain made Wen Ranyan frown. She stretched out her hand to push him away: "Be gentle."

Feng Qiwu didn't listen, but just rubbed her ear hard and said, "Harder, so that you can remember me more deeply."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan glanced sideways into his deep and boundless eyes, smiling without saying a word.

The curtain of the tent was gently lifted up by the wind, and the dim sunlight shone in obliquely with the wind. The entangled figures of the two people were shrouded in the glow, and the hazy tenderness filled the tent. The sudden rise of ambiguous heat almost made people drunk.

The darkness in Feng Qiwu's eyes grew darker and darker, and his behavior became more and more decadent.

When Wen Ranyan came to her senses, she found that her clothes were already in a mess. Her outer robe and inner clothes had been pulled down to her waist. Her crystal clear skin was covered with scars. The small dress embroidered with hibiscus flowers was crooked and could hardly cover it up.

Feng Qiwu rubbed her waist, and as their skin touched, the dissatisfaction he had just felt disappeared a little.

Wen Ranyan was disturbed by his behavior. Her eyes were filled with tears and her breath was a little floating. "It's broad daylight and we are in the desert. We should take it easy."

Feng Qiwu stared at her eyes that were as bright as spring peaches. His hand was about to slip into her clothes, but he suddenly pulled up her clothes to cover her, his eyes fixed outside the tent.

There was no trace of the charming and burning look in his eyes, only Ling Han's murderous intent surging.

Wen Ranyan seemed to have noticed something and quickly put her clothes in order.

Just as the two of them left the table, a cold arrow came from the sky, carrying with it a murderous aura, and a strong wind blew through the tent.

Feng Qiwu pulled Wen Ranyan up, dodged slightly, and stepped aside.

"Dang Cang——"

Just as he stepped back, the arrow shot straight through the tent and nailed into the yellow sand outside the tent.

If they had not been alert just now, the arrow would have pierced their hearts, killing two birds with one stone.

"Are people from the Western Region Royal Court coming to kill us?" Wen Ranyan looked at the arrow feather outside the tent.

The arrow was cold, sharp and black, and there seemed to be a wolf totem engraved on the arrow head, filled with a fierce and wild nature.

Her eyes flickered, and she immediately changed her words, "No, they are Turks."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked at Feng Qiwu. Seeing him nod, Wen Ranyan knew that her guess was correct. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why are they coming to the Western Desert instead of staying on the prairie? Did they get the news that you are here and send troops to encircle and kill you?"

Feng Qiwu's face remained calm, as if he knew what was going on.

There were noisy noises outside the tent, and judging from the noises, a lot of people had arrived.

There were only two of them and they had only some dry food, so it was not advisable to continue to entangle with them. The only option now was to retreat.

"Let's go first." Feng Qiwu made a prompt decision, grabbed her wrist, and retreated to the end where the sharp arrow was torn.

At this moment, the area just a few meters away from the tent was filled with a mass of soldiers. They were imposing and had murderous eyes. The flags behind them fluttered in the wind, exuding a resolute aura. The iron cavalry could march for thousands of miles, which was intimidating.

The leading man sat high on a fiery horse, dressed in a dark tight-fitting outfit, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, sharp facial features. The whole person was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, cold, aloof, and domineering. Sitting alone on the horse, he exuded an arrogant and domineering aura.

A strong wind blew past, and the small braid on his back swayed in the wind. The silver ornaments on the braid emitted a cold and sparkling light, and there was a wild wolf totem on his waist, all of which showed his cold and fierce nature.

"I heard that Feng Qiwu is in this tent. If we kill him, we will be able to capture Beilang in no time." Ashina Ba's slender, cold and sharp black eyes swept across the tent a few meters away, and murderous intent was revealed.

Suddenly, a long cry came from the boundless sky.

A Saker Falcon swooped down, and Ashina Ba raised his arms high, and the Saker Falcon stood obediently with a bright look in his eyes.

"Report to the little Khan, Feng Qiwu is not in the tent. They ran east."

A soldier came to report.

Ashina Ba was not surprised. If the arrow just now could really kill Feng Qiwu easily, he would not have to mobilize a large army to encircle and suppress him.

It is precisely because this man is so talented and eloquent that he is the mainstay of Beilang. With him in charge, Beilang is invincible and no one can offend him. They have fought with Beilang for so many years and have never gained any benefit, so they had to encircle and kill him when he was alone.

Although it may not be very gentlemanly, if it can clear away such a huge obstacle, he will have to do it even if it is not a gentlemanly thing to do.

"Chase."

Ashina Ba gave an order, and his slender black eyes fixed on the direction the two men were fleeing, his brows tinged with a hint of loneliness and determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of Turkic cavalrymen behind him swarmed in like locusts, their horses' hooves roaring as they pressed against the ground. Suddenly, sand waves rolled and smoke rose in all directions.