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

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan looked back at her, the smile on her lips growing deeper and deeper.

She is worthy of being the person Feng Zhuyue tries every means to get. On the surface, she seems so elegant and quiet, like a compassionate god or Buddha, but on the inside she is sharp and intelligent, and can figure out something with just a quick glance.

Wen Ranyan also leaned close to her ear and smiled softly, "If you want to know, I'll tell you in detail tomorrow. After all, this matter has been resolved. It's not a big deal."

Her voice was light, but Shen Zhixiang always felt that there must be some twists and turns, and it must be quite dangerous.

Otherwise, the Feng Mansion would not have been closed to visitors for so long.

Shen Zhixiang looked at her deeply, then nodded quietly, and stood there for a while until Chu Lanyue called her, then she turned around and followed her out of the house.

Wen Ranyan watched them go away, and only started to walk back after their figures completely disappeared.

When passing by the corridor, she couldn't help but break off a piece of wisteria and play with it in her hands. The clusters of flowers bloomed brightly, making her happy and she couldn't let it go.

When Wen Ranyan returned to the house, she found that Feng Qiwu was gone. The gauze window was half-closed and half-open. The evening breeze blew the branches of flowers in the courtyard, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers. The crystal curtain in the inner room made a faint sound, like ripples on the water, sparkling and haloing.

Soon, Sijin came into the room holding a gauze lantern.

Wen Ranyan waved at her casually and said, "Sijin, you came at the right time. Help me find a vase. I want to put the wisteria I just picked in it to grow."

Sijin said anxiously, "Madam, I will come to find the vase later, and the wisteria will be taken care of later. Now the master is anxious to call you to come and enjoy a good show."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan temporarily placed the purple vine on the window coffin, and his interest was aroused. He asked, "What kind of show is this?"

Si Jin shook her head and said, "The master only asked me to call you over, and didn't say anything else. Madam, just follow me and you will know."

Wen Ranyan took a few steps forward and said, "Lead the way."

Sijin was busy holding a gauze lantern and walking in front to lead the way.

There was a bright lamp lit in the niche under the corridor, the white light was as bright as day, illuminating the path under their feet. The flowers and trees in the courtyard were swaying in the evening breeze, and under the reflection of the lamp, it looked like the trees were hung with bright pearls.

Sijin led her to a more and more remote and quiet place. There were no illuminated lamp niches around, and only the gauze lantern in Sijin's hand emitted a faint light in the night.

Wen Ranyan's mentality was very stable, and there was no emotion on her face.

Finally, Sijin led her into a dark cell.

"There is such a place in our house?" Wen Ranyan was very curious, her charming eyes sparkling in the darkness, bright and strange.

Si Jin nodded: "It was secretly made by the master, specifically to examine some important things."

The further you go in, the darker it gets, and the stronger the smell of blood becomes, until you reach the deepest part, where you can see flickering candlelight, but it's still shrouded in a ghostly and gloomy atmosphere.

Under the flickering candlelight, Feng Qiwu sat nonchalantly in the armchair, holding a blood-stained whip in his hand, with blood staining his brow like a dot of ink, and his thin lips slightly raised. He looked so terrifying, as if he was smiling but not smiling, that he looked like an Asura.

As soon as Wen Ranyan stepped into the dungeon, Feng Qiwu's captivating and scorching gaze followed her, like a shadow.

"What's the show? Why are you so anxious to get me here?"

Wen Ranyan walked up to him and saw an empty armchair next to him, so she sat down lazily.

Feng Qiwu tilted his head, motioning her to look over there, his eyes full of interest.

Wen Ranyan looked over curiously and saw a person tied to an old wooden stake.

An elderly Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe had whip marks all over his body. His bright red flesh and blood were exposed, staining his robe red and flowing down along the edge of the clothes, dripping onto the ground.

Wen Ranyan stepped lightly on the flowing blood and smiled calmly: "You mean a good show, so you want me to watch you torture others? But I'm not afraid of this. The fears I had in the past were all fake."

Feng Qiwu looked back at her and said with a faint smile, "I know, it's not as simple as just letting you watch the torture."

"Oh?" Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows, and the smile in her eyes became even more intense. "I told you last time about the poisonous poison. Could it be that you have made some progress?"

She glanced at the bloody Taoist priest and asked, "Is it related to him?"

Feng Qiwu admired her sharpness and particularly liked talking to such smart people. He leaned lazily on the armchair, with a faint smile in his eyes that made people's scalps tingle.

He said, "He has no ability to cast a curse. I just remembered that a Taoist priest once swore that I was doomed to be a star of misfortune, so I asked Qi Jiuzhu to help me capture him. He was easy to capture. He was having a great time in the gambling house. It was obvious that he was a charlatan."

After hearing this, Wen Ranyan subconsciously glanced at the Taoist priest and said, "If he is a charlatan, why did he swear to tell you your fate? It must have been instructed by someone else."

Feng Qiwu laughed, and his voice suddenly faded: "He said that it was a child of eleven or twelve years old, dressed in gorgeous clothes and brocade, who instructed him to do so. Tell me, is this absurd?"

Although he said so, the coldness in his eyes was about to overflow, and it was obvious that he had already believed those words and had given them some thought, and he was just saying them jokingly.

"How is it impossible?" Wen Ranyan smiled lingeringly: "Children in your big family are used to the ups and downs of life, how could they be like a blank sheet of paper and know nothing at all?"

"Sometimes, they may be more sinister and terrifying than adults. They are just good at using the innocence of children to disguise themselves. Is that child Feng Zhuyue?"

Feng Qiwu's non-answering was considered as his assent.

When Feng Zhuyue was young, she was not in good health, so she used her face as gentle as the moon to get close to him and was especially good to him.

He once thought that his brother was the best person in the world, like the bright moon in the night sky, pure and flawless.

But I didn't expect that he had been jealous behind her back, and was a poisonous snake lurking in the dark.

Therefore, he would feel extremely disgusted if he looked at those people who appeared to be clean and pure for even a second.

Wen Ranyan was not too surprised. Instead, she felt that this was indeed the work of Feng Zhuyue. She just didn't expect that he could be so cruel and ruthless at such a young age.

"He looks so bright and cheerful, but I didn't expect that he has such vicious thoughts at such a young age. However..." Wen Ranyan changed the subject.

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids: "But what?"

Wen Ranyan frowned and smiled deeply: "I think he is not good at using Gu to make Gu, and his method of using Gu on you is extremely sophisticated. Even if he is an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, he would not dare to do it without others to give him advice and induce him."

"There are other people behind him."

Just like the love poison in Shen Zhixiang, the crafting technique is so superb that it is definitely not something that someone like Feng Zhuyue can obtain.

There must be someone hiding behind him, a Miao person who is very good at using Gu.

Wen Ranyan suddenly thought of Sang Muye. He was so sensitive to the Love Gu. Could it be that he was also looking for this person?