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

When Wen Ranyan heard this, her almond-shaped eyes were slightly startled, and her pretty face flushed. She opened her mouth slightly as if it was burned, and said, "Pleasure... What does this mean?"

Feng Qiwu admired her embarrassment and spoke harshly: "It means what it says. Understand it yourself."

Wen Ranyan's frail body trembled slightly. She was like a little white rabbit that had strayed into a wolf's den. She was completely at a loss in the face of Feng Qiwu's malicious harassment. Her bright almond-shaped eyes were stained with watery light, and she looked extremely pitiful.

"I..." She bit her red lips, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Feng Qiwu stroked the thin calluses on his fingertips leisurely.

Looking at her appearance, she is just like a delicate flower that cannot be hit or scolded, and will break if touched. No matter how you look at her, she doesn't seem to have anything to do with the poisonous insect.

But she was indeed a spy sent by Prime Minister Wen, and beneath her gentle face she hid a heart of a tiger and a wolf.

"...Husband, let me serve you tea." Wen Ranyan seemed to have prepared herself mentally for a long time. After a while, she spoke softly.

Feng Qiwu half-closed his dark eyes and smiled without saying a word.

Wen Ranyan walked to the chaise longue with a bit of embarrassment. As she got closer, she could clearly see the teasing smile in Feng Qiwu's eyes, which for a moment made her feel a little hot. She clutched the hems of her clothes tightly on both sides, and after a while she sat down awkwardly to one side.

Feng Qiwu kept staring at her, his dark eyes were unfathomable.

Wen Ranyan's crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her eyes to the side, as if deliberately avoiding his burning gaze.

Tea was being boiled on the celadon ice-crack stove on the coffee table. This must be excellent tea. Even with the tea lid not opened, the tea fragrance was still lingering. Wen Ranyan gently lifted the tea lid, and the tea fragrance immediately filled the air.

Feng Qiwu glanced at her and saw that her fingertips had turned pink from being burned by the steam.

It's really delicate.

Wen Ranyan gently lifted up her sleeves, then picked up the bamboo water ladle beside her and poured a cup of tea into the celadon teacup.

Feng Qiwu looked at her well-proportioned face and spoke casually, "Guess who I met when I left the court today."

"Who did you see?" Wen Ranyan moved closer and blew on the tea until it became warm before carefully handing it over: "Husband, come..."

Feng Qiwu didn't move, staring at her with a sharp gaze: "It was Prime Minister Wen. He told me that he missed his daughter so much these days after she got married, and wanted me to ask you to return home so that you and your daughter can be together for a few days. Tell me, why did he want you to return so anxiously?"

Sensing the danger hidden in his eyes, Wen Ranyan subconsciously shook her head: "I don't know either..."

What does Prime Minister Wen’s affairs have to do with her?

The most important thing now is Silver Silk and the charming lamb in front of you.

Feng Qiwu said meaningfully: "Really?"

Wen Ranyan said softly: "Yeah."

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too intense or Wen Ranyan was too scared, but when she handed the tea to her, she accidentally spilled the tea all over Feng Qiwu.

"Ah..." Wen Ranyan became more and more at a loss when she saw his wet clothes.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and looked at the tea stains all over his body. He still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes gradually became darker: "Why are you so careless?"

He knew that after hearing the news from Prime Minister Wen, the woman panicked.

Now he spilled the tea on purpose, was he trying to take away the military token, or was he trying to take his life?

Feng Qiwu thought casually. He did not take any action and seemed patient on the surface, but the hostility in his eyes was surging.

"My dear husband, I didn't mean it. I'll wipe it for you right away..." Wen Ranyan hurriedly took out the embroidered handkerchief and clumsily wiped it on Feng Qiwu.

The heat from the man's skin made her fingertips shrink.

But this handkerchief didn't seem to absorb water, and the clothes didn't dry after wiping for a long time.

Wen Ranyan was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. A wisp of mist immediately appeared in her almond-shaped eyes, making her look like a red-eyed rabbit, looking pitiful.

"Husband, I'm so clumsy..." Wen Ranyan sniffed and lowered her head in fear and helplessness.

But when no one was watching, she curled her lips lightly, and her eyes, which were originally misty, now held a charming luster. How could she still look panicked and pitiful?

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Wen Ranyan's fingernails, as thin as young girls', gently scratched Feng Qiwu's exposed skin, with her fingertips slightly touching her, as if slowly moving...

The touch was exactly as she had imagined, the skin was as smooth as silk and the muscles were firm.

The figure is really good.

Wen Ranyan's heart was moved, and her smile became even more charming.

Feng Qiwu was already ready to wait for her to make a move, but after waiting for a long time, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

The pair of small hands on his skin seemed to be winding, teasing, as if to dig out his heart and seduce his soul...

Is this how the ladies from the Prime Minister's Mansion behave?

Feng Qiwu grabbed her wrist, his eyes ferocious and horrified: "Are you, a lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion, so mean?"

Wen Ranyan was stunned, her almond eyes were like smoke and water: "What's despicable?"

Feng Qiwu sneered: "Have you forgotten what you just did?"

Wen Ranyan shrank her shoulders slightly, and her voice trembled slightly because of fear: "I was just too panicked and touched it accidentally. Is my husband angry with me now?"

Feng Qiwu looked into her watery eyes, his gaze was slightly deep and his emotions were unclear.

After a long while, he slowly said, "Angry? Am I such a petty person?"

Wen Ranyan looked into his eyes and shook her head, "Of course not."

Feng Qiwu sneered and let go of her wrist after a while.

Wen Ranyan rubbed her sore wrist and gave him a resentful look.

Feng Qiwu caught her gaze and subconsciously gathered his loosened clothes, then said slowly: "I thought that the day of your return home would be the next day, so I agreed to Prime Minister Wen's request, and you can go home soon."

"Oh..." The gorgeous scenery suddenly disappeared, Wen Ranyan's eyelids drooped, and the good mood that had just arisen also disappeared at this moment.

Feng Qiwu took in her expression and asked mockingly, "Why, are you unhappy?"

"I'm just an unpopular concubine, what's there to be happy about?" Wen Ranyan pouted, her eyes full of grievance: "But if my husband accompanies me, I will be so happy that I can't help myself."

She just wanted to curl her silver hair, why did she take on such a troublesome thing?

But it wouldn't be a problem if there was a beautiful woman by your side.

Feng Qiwu lifted her chin, and with his other hand he slowly played with her falling hair, and said thoughtfully, "Do you really want me to go with you?"

Wen Ranyan's eyes were filled with desire: "Yes."

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a moment, then a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said nonchalantly, "Then go ahead."

A Hongmen Banquet like this is the most interesting. He wants to see what tricks that old Prime Minister Wen can come up with.

Wen Ranyan grasped his sleeve happily, her eyes sparkling, looking much more lively than before: "I know my husband is the best... then where is my silver hair?"