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

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a few seconds and said lightly, "He wants to catch me in one fell swoop, and I also want to try it myself to see if it feels good to catch someone in one fell swoop."

"Then you should try it quickly. Although this wild fruit tastes sweet, it will still feel bland in the mouth if you eat too much. I still want to go back and have some wine and meat." Wen Ranyan straightened his clothes and they became neat and tidy in an instant.

"I have lost weight these days."

Feng Qiwu stared at her without blinking, and after a moment, he smiled lazily and said, "You do look a lot thinner, you should take some good nourishment when you go back."

When I was stroking her slender waist just now, I felt that she became much more slender.

Her waist was originally as soft as a willow tree, but now it was like a piece of thin paper, so thin that it could be held in one hand and folded easily.

Recently she had been in the desert and had experienced life and death with him. She had indeed suffered a lot. When she returned, she would have someone take out the nourishing things in the warehouse and send them all to her.

Wen Ranyan smiled but said nothing.

Originally, his body was very cold when he was caught in the rain, but now that his clothes were dry, the fire was warm, and he had been hanging out with Feng Qiwu for a while, his whole body was covered with heat. If he sat by the fire again, he would probably be roasted.

Wen Ranyan walked outside and went to the cave to enjoy the breeze for a while.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the fresh scent of grass and trees remained in the air. The green plants, which had drunk enough rain water, grew lush and green. Looking at it, the clear blue sky made people happy.

The forest was calm, yet there was a sense of impending storm.

Wen Ranyan turned around and looked at Feng Qiwu silhouetted against the firelight.

He was dressed in blood-red, with a lazy and dignified posture, and half of his face was a mixture of light and dark in the scorching light. He was truly gorgeous.

She stared intently, with a hint of thoughtfulness in her eyes.

Noticing her gaze, Feng Qiwu asked with a half-smile, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wen Ranyan did not retract her gaze, still staring at him, and asked casually: "Feng Qiwu, were you poisoned by a Gu when you were young?"

There was already a very hideous knife scar on his abdomen, and today's arrow wound happened to be there. This was considered very normal, but when Wen Ranyan was stopping the bleeding and treating the wound, he smelled a very unusual smell in his blood.

Although it was so faint that it was barely audible, she had a keen sense of smell and still managed to detect it.

From his blood, we can tell that he was poisoned by a Gu when he was young. Even though the Gu has been cured, some traces will always remain and will not disappear with the passage of time.

However, he was just a young boy when he was young, so who could have done such a cruel thing to him?

Feng Qiwu didn't know why she asked that. Although he was a little dazed, his dark eyes were quietly covered with a layer of coldness and iciness: "What kind of Gu?"

Was he poisoned when he was young?

But he didn't know it.

"The poison was cured a long time ago, and I don't know what it was." Wen Ranyan shrugged and said truthfully, "You were injured and bleeding today, and I accidentally smelled your blood. However, you were still young at the time, so you probably don't remember it, or maybe you didn't even notice it."

"I really don't have any impression." Feng Qiwu murmured.

Although he said so, the chilling coldness in his eyes only increased. In just half a moment, the cave that was originally warmed by the fire became bitingly cold, like a cold wind blowing in a winter night.

He looked at the flickering flames, his eyes flickering with light, and I wonder what he was thinking.

When he was young, he did have a bad temper and uncontrollable behavior for a long period of time. He always did horrible things at a young age. His family asked a Taoist priest to tell his fortune, but the priest said that he was doomed to be unlucky, cruel by nature, and unlucky in his family. If he stayed, it would be a disaster.

Everyone believed it. He was still young and didn't know anything, and he thought that was his fate. But now that he thinks about it carefully, he feels that something is wrong.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and stared at the wound on his abdomen in a daze, his pair of black eyes were obscure and unfathomable.

After not hearing him speak for a long time, Wen Ranyan couldn't help but ask, "Feng Qiwu, are you okay?"

The soft and charming voice interrupted his thoughts. Feng Qiwu raised his eyes, and his mood changed immediately. He said casually and indifferently: "It's good. It happened so long ago. How could it disturb my mind?"

But that didn't stop him from checking it out carefully.

Since it had happened, there would always be traces left, and he also had some thoughts in his mind.

Wen Ranyan knew that he had already made a plan, so she didn't say anything more, but the curiosity in her heart had not faded yet.

No one spoke for a while, and the cave was silent.

The fire burned the dead wood and broken branches, and the sparks crackled. The setting sun disappeared and it was already dark.

There is a deep sense of loneliness in the forest at night, and the occasional chirping of insects adds a bit of vitality and fun.

Wen Ranyan stopped looking at the busy night and walked to the fire, lifted her robe and sat down, saying, "It's so quiet outside, but the quieter it is, the more likely something big will happen. I guess after tonight, I can go back home and enjoy myself."

Feng Qiwu looked at her and smiled faintly, "According to the time, Ashina Ba should be here soon. You can take a rest first. I'll stay here."

Wen Ranyan was indeed a little tired. She had been busy with killing people or escaping in recent days and had not had a good rest. Now hearing Feng Qiwu say this, she was moved and leaned against the stone wall on the side.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand, pulled her over, and let her rest her head on his legs.

"What?" Wen Ranyan raised her head and glanced at him lazily.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and met her charming eyes. He felt a burning sensation in his heart but he still endured it. He just said jokingly, "The stone wall is hard, why not lie here with me?"

Wen Ranyan glanced at him again, said nothing, and soon closed her eyes peacefully.

The sky was growing darker and darker, and the thick twilight seemed to be pressing down heavily from the sky. There was no wind and no bright moon in the night, and everything seemed to have returned to calm, as if it were painted with a heavy stroke of ink.

In such silence, there was a sudden rustling sound of grass and trees, followed by a series of chaotic footsteps.

Wen Ranyan did not sleep deeply and remained alert throughout the sleep.

When she heard this voice, she suddenly opened her eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Feng Qiwu's overly scorching black eyes.

Feng Qiwu moved his thin lips, his eyes as deep as the sea: "Ashina Ba hasn't come yet, you can still sleep a little longer, why did you wake up so early?"

Wen Ranyan got up from him and slowly tidied her messy hair: "It hasn't come yet, but it will be soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold light flashed outside the cave.

This cold light seemed to contain countless fierce murderous intentions, which instantly tore apart the tranquility of the night, like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, causing ripples and fierce murderous intentions.

The rustling of grass and trees stopped for a moment, but arrows as sharp as icy cold swarmed in.

"Feng Qiwu, I finally found you."

Ashina Ba's cold voice came from outside the cave.