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

"understood."

Feng Qiwu didn't have that kind of thought in mind at first, but when he saw her charming eyes, he couldn't help but want to kiss her.

With a wave of his sleeves, he extinguished the candle in the room.

Once the candle was extinguished, the room became dark. There was no bright moon on the rainy night, and no natural light came in through the screen window for a long time. In the darkness, only Feng Qiwu's eyes were scorching.

Wen Ranyan felt hot, so she pulled the quilt aside.

Feng Qiwu leaned over again and finally tasted her small lips, which were warm and fragrant, with a fruity aroma that made him feel dizzy and intoxicated.

After getting what she wanted, Feng Qiwu lightly touched the tip of her nose, and the hot air sprayed on Wen Ranyan's cheek.

The two looked at each other, and in the dim darkness, their gazes were so bright and charming, and the indescribable desire wrapped them up in it, like a net that was difficult to escape.

Feng Qiwu held her in his arms and spoke first: "Do you want to stay here for another day and look around, or should we set off back to Beijing tomorrow?"

Wen Ranyan opened her bright eyes and said, "I have nothing to do, so it's okay for me to stay here for a day to have fun. What about you? Are you in a hurry to go back and deal with the things in Beijing?"

Feng Qiwu thought of Helian Xiao who was far away in the imperial city, enjoying himself every day, and couldn't help but smile maliciously: "I'm fine too, but let Helian Xiao be proud for another day. The longer he is proud, the more painful and desperate he will be when he falls to the bottom."

"That's a good idea." Wen Ranyan yawned and turned sideways: "I'm going to sleep. I'm really sleepy."

Feng Qiwu put his arms around her slender waist before falling asleep.

The next day, the weather was quiet.

A camellia tree slanted in from the screen window, its branches dotted with snow-white flowers that blossomed too luxuriantly, looking like spring snow, fluttering and floating, and even the fragrance of the flower permeates one's heart.

The camellia flowers are in bloom and all the flowers are gone. I didn't expect that spring had passed so quietly. No wonder the days have been getting hotter these days.

Wen Ranyan played with the camellia flowers on the branch, her eyes were dim and no one could tell what she was feeling.

Before she knew it, she had been here for so long that spring had passed and summer was about to arrive.

Wen Ranyan was not the kind of person who liked to feel sad about the passing of time. She just glanced at him briefly and then turned her attention elsewhere.

When Feng Qiwu pushed the door open, he saw her sitting by the screen window, playing with a snow-white petal out of boredom. The tiny petals fell all over the window sill, and the fragrance of the flower became even more sticky and refreshing.

Hearing the footsteps, Wen Ranyan looked back at him and said teasingly, "You are a wounded person, not lying in bed, but always walking around. Aren't you afraid of tearing the wound again and causing the bleeding to stop?"

"I have my measure."

Feng Qiwu lifted up his robe and sat on the round stool. He picked up a cup of tea on the table and drank it slowly. To him, the arrow wound was just a minor injury. If it was a minor injury, he didn't need to lie in bed all day and be idle.

Wen Ranyan shrugged and continued to play with the flower branch: "Just know your limits."

Feng Qiwu glanced at it casually: "What kind of flower is that?"

"The tea flower." Wen Ranyan sat on the window coffin, her charming eyes seemed to take in all the beauty of spring, and in an instant she was intoxicated: "It's blooming so luxuriantly, summer is coming soon."

Feng Qiwu was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

He frowned slightly and said calmly, "Come in."

Qi Jiuzhu pushed the door open and walked in, seeming to have something to say, but because Wen Ranyan was there, he just stood there and kept silent.

Wen Ranyan was still sitting by the window, showing no intention of avoiding suspicion.

Feng Qiwu supported his head with one hand and looked at Qi Jiuzhu, saying in a slow voice: "If you have something to say, just say it. There are no outsiders here anyway."

Wen Ranyan did not stop his actions, but glanced at Feng Qiwu.

Since the master had spoken, Qi Jiuzhu could no longer hide it, and immediately said, "Master, Ashinaba ran back to the grassland. Our people didn't catch him, but they shot him with an arrow on the way to catch him."

Ashinaba was hit by two arrows in total. He almost bled to death when he ran back to the prairie. He was probably going to need some time to recuperate before he could make trouble again.

Feng Qiwu was pleased to hear this, and a hint of seductive smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He said, "He gave me one arrow, and I gave him two arrows in return. This deal sounds like a good deal."

Qi Jiuzhu nodded and agreed with it.

"Is there anything else?" Feng Qiwu raised his eyes.

Qi Jiuzhu shook his head.

Feng Qiwu didn't say anything, but just glanced towards the door.

Qi Jiuzhu was not a fool. He immediately understood the obvious intention of kicking people out. He immediately closed the door and left. Soon, there were only two of them left in the room, and it became much quieter.

Wen Ranyan jumped down from the window coffin and landed lightly: "I'm going to go out for a walk now. Do you want to go with me or stay in the house?"

"Of course I will go with you." Feng Qiwu said, and placed the new clothes he bought from the clothing store in front of Wen Ranyan, saying, "But, change your clothes before you go."

Her face looked good in any color of clothes, but he liked her best in red. She looked seductive and alluring, like a real monster. Just standing there in red was enough to captivate people.

Wen Ranyan glanced at the new red clothes, then looked into his burning eyes, and then she understood everything.

I just like fairies.

She had been wearing this dress for a long time and it was time to change it.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him with moist eyes, gently wrapped her bare hands around her belt, and then, under Feng Qiwu's burning gaze, she undressed without any shyness.

All the clothes were taken off, and the snow-white skin like a jade sculpture suddenly appeared in the glow. Wen Ranyan turned her back and wanted to pick up the new clothes and put them on.

Feng Qiwu stared at her without blinking, his eyes dimmed. He came from behind, pressed her against the table, and held her slender waist with his big hands to play with it.

Wen Ranyan was attacked unexpectedly. Her jade back was slightly pressed down, and her lower body below the waist was slightly raised. Her figure was so graceful, like a carefully carved jade sculpture. Looking at it made people intoxicated.

"What's the fuss? Are you not going out to the streets?" Wen Ranyan looked back without raising her slender neck, but she could not see his expression at that moment.

"It's still early, so it won't matter if you delay a little." Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and saw her back, which was as thin as paper.

Her snow-white skin shone like glass, with thin straps wrapped around it and tied into a beautiful bow that could be easily untied.

There was a layer of rough calluses on his palms, and when he touched them, the roughness made Wen Ranyan tremble slightly.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark. He leaned down and pressed his slightly hot thin lips on her back.

The sudden movement made Wen Ranyan's fingertips flex, and even her spine felt a little numb.

Wen Ranyan's eyes were as bright as water, and she spoke in a charming and graceful voice: "Take it easy, be careful that the wound will open again."