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

Feng Qiwu stared at her for a long time with an unclear expression, and then he undressed her wet clothes as he was told.

His clothes were pulled down to below his waist, revealing his smooth and muscular chest. His snow-white skin was like solidified white jade, and it made his bleeding wounds look even more red and muddy.

You could feel the tearing pain just by looking at him, but he didn't say a word. His endurance was truly amazing.

Wen Ranyan didn't dare touch his wound, but just checked it briefly, then said mischievously: "You've lost so much blood, but you can still talk and laugh with me like nothing happened. You're really lucky."

Feng Qiwu was not annoyed after hearing this, but just smiled faintly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "They say that disasters last for thousands of years, after all, there is some truth to it."

Wen Ranyan smiled without saying a word. She tore off a piece of cloth from her body and cleaned the blood stains that had seeped out of Feng Qiwu's wound. Although the action seemed casual, her technique was actually very gentle.

Feng Qiwu didn't feel any pain at all, she just felt a fine and dense itch spreading where her little hand had touched.

He lowered his eyes, looking at her smoky eyebrows and trembling eyelashes. She was usually not serious, but today she was extremely serious, and this seriousness was towards him.

Perhaps he was staring in a trance, as he did not move his gaze away for a long time. His eyes were as vast and deep as the ocean, unfathomable.

Wen Ranyan noticed his gaze but pretended not to notice. She was concentrating on treating his wound. However, the skin and flesh on his wound were turned inside out by the rain, and there was a slight swelling feeling, which was really shocking.

After cleaning the blood stains, Wen Ranyan took out the remaining wound medicine and applied it carefully to the wound.

The whole process was difficult and long. By the time the bleeding had completely stopped, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Wen Ranyan's forehead, and his breathing had become a little heavier.

Wen Ranyan wiped the sweat off his forehead and couldn't help but tease as he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally stopped. It really is a scourge that has lasted for thousands of years."

"Thank you ma'am for the rescue."

Feng Qiwu leaned lazily to one side, his face slightly pale, but his eyes were still fixed on her, with an unusually burning intensity, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Wen Ranyan reached into his sleeves and said nothing else. She just stood up calmly and said, "I'll go find something to eat first. I haven't eaten for several hours."

They only had some rough dry food to fill their stomachs. They had just experienced a life-and-death escape, and the food they had eaten had long since been digested. Now when they calmed down, they only felt waves of hunger coming over them, making them very uncomfortable.

Feng Qiwu raised his head and looked at her deeply: "Madam, you left me alone in the cave. Aren't you afraid that Ashina Ba will capture me alive?"

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan cast her gaze on his face and sneered, "How is that possible? Besides, my husband is only injured, not disabled. Even if Ashina Ba really comes, you must have a way to deal with it."

Feng Qiwu stared at her for a long while before saying, "Then Madam, be careful on your way. I'll wait for you in the cave."

His voice was hoarse, but it always sounded particularly good in the obscurity, as if it contained a hint of irrepressible joy.

Wen Ranyan met his eyes, smiled and nodded.

It was raining heavily outside the cave, and Wen Ranyan walked forward in the rain.

After walking a few meters away, she saw a pool of water. Because of the rain, a thin mist condensed above the pool and lingered for a long time. The flowers and trees on one side were nourished by the rain and looked even more lush and vibrant.

If I hadn't been chased, I would have taken a few more glances at this beautiful scenery.

Wen Ranyan was about to leave when she suddenly discovered several lush and long fruit trees on the left, with the fruits on the tops all plump, shiny, large and beautiful.

She was delighted and immediately dodged past.

at the same time.

In the forest a few dozen meters away, Ashina Ba was sitting on a horse, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

No matter how strong the wind and rain were, he did not get wet at all, but his slender black eyes were cold and somewhat captivating.

He came here following the cry of the Saker Falcon, but the Saker Falcon hovering in the sky had not made any movement for a long time. This made him feel vaguely that something was wrong and he was very annoyed.

"Little Khan, we found the trace of the Saker Falcon, but..."

Ashinaba lowered his eyes, his brows and eyes were cold and indifferent: "But what?"

The general who came to report back hesitated for several times, and finally said carefully under his cold and arrogant gaze: "It was shot in the vitals by an arrow, and fell from a great height. Now it is dying and can no longer fly."

"Lead the way." Ashinaba said loudly.

A group of people went to the place where the Saker Falcon fell. The sound of horse hooves was heard everywhere, but it was slightly covered by the sound of rain falling on the ground.

In the endless rain and fog, the majestic Saker Falcon now lay dying on a piece of gravel, its feathers already wet by the rain, and blood oozing from its wounds.

It originally looked as if it had lost all hope, but when it heard the sound of horse hooves and saw Ashinaba, its empty eyes suddenly brightened up, as if it had found the closest person in its life, and was filled with attachment.

Ashina Ba didn't even look at it, but just fixed his eyes on the silver arrow.

"They were shot down by Feng Qiwu's silver arrow, which means they are nearby."

After saying this, Ashinaba looked coldly at the dense forest, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Feng Qiwu is injured again, they can't go far, search, dig three feet into the ground to find him for me."

"Little Khan, what should we do with this Saker Falcon?"

Ashina Ba glanced at it coldly and said mercilessly: "It is useless, let it die here."

It is said that the Saker Falcon is the god of all eagles, flying high and fast. But now it can be shot down so easily. What's the difference between it and an ordinary falcon?

Perhaps it understood his words, the light in Haidongqing's eyes was extinguished in an instant, it lay on the rubble with eyes full of dying sorrow, its cries echoed in the empty mountains, revealing a sense of desolation.

The heartless figure on the horse finally stopped. Ashinaba looked back and said, "Forget it, let's take it away for treatment. Whether it can survive depends on its own luck."

"Yes."

When Wen Ranyan picked the fruits and returned to the cave, the rain had gradually subsided.

Only a few spots are left, like cotton needles, and even if they fall on the body, they will not cause pain or chills.

She shook off the rain on her body and walked into the cave. There were sparks of fire in the cave. When she approached, a warm feeling came over her face.

Feng Qiwu sat by the fire, his wet clothes had been dried. He tore a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the wound. Perhaps warmed by the firelight, the sad look on his face faded a little, and between light and dark, he still looked so beautiful.

"Where did you get this fire-making stuff?" Wen Ranyan casually threw the picked fruits into his hands, then sat down by the fire again, feeling the warmth.

Feng Qiwu held the wild fruit without moving, and said mischievously: "I looked in the cave and found these dead branches and broken wood that can be used to make fire. Otherwise, when Madam came back, I would not have bled to death, but would have frozen to death first."

"In that case, my husband, don't you have any other way to break through this desperate situation?" Wen Ranyan stared at him through the firelight with a long smile.